𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝; 𝚓𝚑𒊹︎

01; OH NO

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jimin takes a dramatic step, placing his petit hands on hoseok's chest. his hair is tousled, his lips are parted, and his eyes nearly closed, reduced to crescents from lust. hoseok looks away momentarily before gazing back into his lover's eyes.

"elias, we can't do this... what if they see?!" he exclaimes. jimin pulls him closer, their faces only inches apart. he tries his hardest not to blush pink from the proximity but he fails. he quickly composes himself though. he was in character.

"let them see." he whisperes before reaching in for a kiss. again he tries his best not to blush too deeply. professionalism jimin, professionalism he sings to himself as he gets even closer to the older. hoseok abruptly steps back.

"w-we can't! it's not normal, elias... we can't." hoseok yells, his voice cracks through the sentence. jimin watches as he starts to cry, backing away from him. jimin, also sobbing now, only steps closer to him. he places one palm on the male's chest, the other on his cheek.

"ethan, do you love me?" jimin looks at him with so much love as he whispers every word. a tear escapes hoseok's eye as he nods. grabbing jimin's cheeks with both his palms.

"i do. you know i do." he smiles sadly. he grabs jimins waist and pushes him closer gently. jimin braces himself for the next act. his lashes are wet with tears, so are hoseok's, he can tell from their proximity. their noses brush against one another and their lips almost touch...until jimin's loafer heels dig their way into the exposed skin- courtesy of his nike slides- that is hoseok's feet.

"ow! jesus fuck!" hoseok jumps away from jimin and their director rolls her eyes so far back her head, all you can see are the whites of her eyes for a few seconds.

"cut!" the groans of the rest of the students is heard throughout the theatre and it has both hoseok and jimin wincing. hoseok finally lets go of his foot and glares at jimin. the blonde backs away from hoseok and folds his arms.

"it's not my fault you have ridiculously big feet, jung." jimin grumbles. hoseok widens his eyes. oh the nerve of this guy.

"don't bring my feet into this, park. you're too used to your stupidly tiny feet to realize that mine are regularly sized!" hoseok snarks. jimin huffs at him. hoseok notices how his cheeks are still hued sanguine and he isn't making eye contact, but he deems it unimportant.

"you guys always do this! you're amazing actors individually but when brought together it's simply chaos!" their director practically shrieks at them.

"it's jimin's fault. why does he hate me so much?" hoseok mumbles to her, but she ignores him and continues, "one of you, please check seokjin with the mics, there was a little interference in the middle of the scene." jimin sighs and decides to be the one to do that. he's already hurt hoseok's foot, there was no need making him walk the extra distance if he could just do it himself.

he makes his way to the back of the curtains, heading to the tech room. he reaches his destination, the room is filled with all sorts of electronics with names jimin couldn't even dream of pronouncing. taking care of almost all of it is kim seokjin, the fourth year that everyone expects to actually act because of his exceptional looks, but is actually the tech guy behind the curtains.

"hey, seokjin." jimin calls out, the brunette turns around at the sudden sound, hand clutching his chest. oh, seokjin was also a scaredy cat. jumped at literally everything.

"don't fucking scare me like that, you little- oh it's you. what do you want?" he asks boredly. jimin rolls his eyes at the question. he takes a seat on seokjin's desk- something the older really hated since he could accidentally turn something on- and pouts. he was here to tell seokjin about the interference with the mics...but that could wait.

"god... it was so hard being close to him." jimin squeals dramatically, grabbing the older's fluffy sleeve to cover his burning cheeks. seokjin rolls his eyes at the comment, so used to jimin gushing over his theatre partner.

"fucking- you just penetrated his foot and didn't apologize, yet you're here fawning over him." seokjin says, annoyed at jimin still sitting on his desk. jimin only makes some inhuman whimper, removing the sleeve from his face.

"throughout the scene i just wanted him to grab me and take me right there. god, hoseok is so beautiful!" jimin sobs to his friend. seokjin doesn't think he's being heard, so he pushes jimin off his desk and slaps him on the buttocks as he rolls over.

"is this what you came here for? to thirst over hoseok? again?" the brunette asks. jimin looks at him in disbelief as he just pushed him to the ground... like a crumb of bread! he quickly composes himself and glares at seokjin.

"no. director hyunha asked me to inform you of the interference with the mics midway through the scene!" he huffs and practically stomps back to the theatre stage like a child. when he gets there though, the students are looking at him with wide eyes.

"...w-what?" he asks, unsure as to why hey are all staring at him unblinkingly. it's then he gets a text, he pulls out his phone to avoid the gazes of the students and checks the notification. all hues drain from jimin's face as he reads the text 'the mic was on, the whole theatre heard our conversation' he looks like a black and white film as he turns to hoseok.

the older has his cheeks red and eyes wide as he stares back at the blonde boy. it's at this moment of his life jimin wishes he actually listened to seokjin and didn't sit on his desk. he walks over to the table on the stage and calmly grabs his things. hoseok watches.

"j-jimin wh-" before he can get the question out jimin has dashed out of the theatre. hoseok watches the mop of blonde hair streak out of the theatre. he turns to his director and she takes a sip of her purple tea.

"at least now we know he doesn't hate you."