It was 2:40 am by the time Jimin managed to perfect his movement and head home. He didn't have a ride so he ended up walking, ignoring his sore muscles in his egarness to get home. When he reached the dorms he quickly checked his phone to see if he had any messages or missed calls. None. A small frown carved it's way into his face before he sighed and shook it off as the members all being tired. He walked into the dorms slowly, closing and locking the doo behind him as quietly as possible. He looked up at the small digital clock on the table next to the door. 3:02. That seemed right. The studio was pretty far from the dorms so he wasn't surprised he had taken so long. Quietly setting his bag down by the door he made his way to the bathroom to take a quick shower. He had to be up in 3 hours anyways.
Jimin showered quickly and grabbed a towel, drying himself slightly before wrapping it around his waist. He walks out of the bathroom and to his room, water still running down his body and onto the floor a bit. When Jimin opened the door, though, Hoseok wasn't curled up in his own bed, fast asleep like Jimin had thought, or hoped because he didn't need to be scolded for being out too late practicing. Instead the older dancer was wide awake and siting on the edge of Jimins bed. Next to him was a box and Jimin didn't have to look any closer to see what the box contained.
Jimin felt the air leave his lungs as Hoseok lifted his eyes to meet Jimin's own wide ones. There was a moment if silence before Hoseok broke it with a soft whisper.
"Jimin ah..." he started. "What is this?" Hoseok grabbed the box laying next to him and placed it on his lap. He looked at Jimin.
Jimin stared, eyes still wide and slightly glassy as his worst nightmare was coming true. He couldn't believe this was happened. He ran through everything he did that morning, or yesterday morning. He remembered that he had shoved the box as far as his short arms would allow him with him being able to still pull it out. Jimins eyes watered as he stared at his hyung. Anger, hurt, anxiety, anguish, and pure fear filled Jimins chest, his mouth opening and closing stupidly as he tried to find words.
He never wanted this to happen but now that it was, he was terrified. His hyung would undoubtedly tell the other members and they, in turn would tell the manager. He would be kicked from the group but not before each member was able to scold him. Tell him what he was was wrong, unhealthy, and disgusting. He couldn't bare the thought of his hyungs and donsaengs hating him, especially when he loved them as much as he did.
Jimin continued to spiral in his thoughts until he heard Hoseoks worried voice calling for him.
"Jiminie!" Jimin looked up at his hyungs whisper yell of his name with scared eyes but to his surprise Hoseok wasn't looking at him with disgust or anger. He was looking at Jimin with something close to worry for the younger. Hoseok looked at him softly and sighed. "Jimin, what is this?" he asked again and this time Jimin responded with a small squeak.
"My stuff." Jimin whimpered out quietly, watching as Hoseoks face twisted slightly.
"Your stuff?"
"Yes," Jimin nodded and looked down. After a moment he hears the bed squeak softly as Hoseok stands. Jimin squeezed his eyes shut in fear of what the elder would do but the widened in surprise when, instead of feeling a sharp sting of a smack he felt Hoseoks warm hand cupping his chin gently, forcing him to look up. Jimin allowed his head to be pulled up and his eyes met Hoseoks for a second time.
"Baby," Hoseok whispers softly, not wanting to scare the younger dancer. Jimin begins to shake as his bottom lip trembled in fear. It was a moment of silence before Hoseok spoke again. "Are you a little?"
Jimin froze.
Jimin stared with wide eyes and nodded slowly, wanting to back away as a large, heart shaped grin stretched it's way into the rappers face slowly. Hoseok squealed quietly and pulled Jimin into a tight hug, spinning him around slightly.
"I knew it~!" he cheered as he spun them around. Jimin stayed limp in the olders arms, not sure of what was happening. "Baby, why didn't you tell us?" Hoseok asked. He set Jimin down and frowed slightly. He watched as Jimin took his lip between his teeth and chewed at it nervously.
"I...." Jimin trailed off before sniffling. "I didn't w-want you guys to h-hate me.."he finished softly and Hoseok felt his heart break. He couldn't believe that his favorite dongsaeng didn't trust him, or any of his other hyungs or younger band mates enough to tell them something like this. Hoseok knew a lot about Little space and CGL stuff so he knew how important Jimins little space was to him. It was something he needed to be able to function without having any major issues with anxiety and even depression.
Hoseok cupped Jimins face in his long hands again and hummed softly. "Baby, we could never hate you, none of us. Please trust us." He said and was happy when Jimin gave him a faint nod in response. He smiled and sat down on the youngers bed, pulling Jimin with him as he laied down. "Do you want to tell the others?" He questioned gently after a few moments of silence, hoping that his finding out would finally lead to Jimin opening up more. Unfortunately, Jimin shook his head while snuggling deeper into Hoseoks chest.
"No...not yet at least.." he said. Hoseok looked down at the dancer and smiled.
"Alright." He smiled and sat up, putting the box back under the bed where he found it. Jimin watched him, a small pout on his lips from the lose of warmth before a thought stuck him.
"Wait, Seokie hyung. How the did you even find that?" He asked as the older laied beside him. Hoseok smiled sheepishly.
"Taehyungie and I were playing with on of Jeongguks controllers and Tae managed to throw it under your bed and I had to g get it. Your box was in the way so I pulled it out. I didn't open it until later because I was curious and thought it was some kind of sex toy or something." Jimin stared at Hoseom as he rambled on, his face burning at Hoseoks last statement. He smacked his arm and whined.
"You pervert." He complained and Hoseok laughed. After they settled down, and by they I mean Hoseok, they snuggled closer to each other, something not uncommon in the dorms, and fell asleep, one with their shoulders a little lighter then before. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad.
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