Jimin's quickly got out of the cab, running into his house for a change of clothes before texting the group chat.
Jimin: hey, where are you guys?
Jimin: I'm homeThey didn't answer, leaving Jimin even more worried. 10 minutes passed by, and neither replied to the message. Jimin chewed on his finger nails, walking back and forth with his cellphone in his hand, constantly checking for a reply. His phone soon after lit up with a notification from Yoongi.
Yoongi: Hoseok's place
Jimin: really?? Ok
Jimin: can you send me the addressHoseok's place was only 30 minute drive, a bit further away then what Jimin expected. The front of the house looked a tad bit worn down, but still in a wonderful condition for its age. It was a bit older fashioned with a dark, wooden porch and the house made of bricks. The windows were large and oval shaped on the second floor while the bottom one was a long rectangle covered by maroon curtains. The entrance to the house was a white door with a worn out WELCOME mat. Jimin looked in awe at it, being such an antique looking house, only imaging how well done the interior could be. "You coming in?" Hoseok peered from the oval shaped window. Jimin looked up and smiled.
"Yeah," he walked into the house, finding Yoongi at the bottom of the stairs. There was a long hallway in front of him packed in boxes, so Jimin proceeded to ignore it. "This place is nice," Jimin murmured.
"Yeah, I was shocked too," Yoongi quietly said, leading them up the stairwell. Hoseok's room was large and very monotone. The walls were a cream color, a king sized bed in the corner of the room with bright red bedsheets. The ceiling light and fan hung in the center, the wings being an off white color. A large window took up the wall in front of them, almost the entire wall being a window, with a brown curtain hung over it and a tan lace around it. Next to Hoseok's bed was his nightstand, photo's of his family and dog and beside all of it was an empty corner. The rest of the room was bare. All that lay in the corner opposite of Hoseok's bed was a rocking chair. It was made of wood from what Jimin could tell, and painted a dark, blood red. The room overall contradicted Hoseok's personality, somewhat shocking Jimin as he took a few steps in. He assumed the room still had a few changes needed to be made considering Hoseok had just moved in.
"It's nice," Jimin's fingers traced the wall. "But it doesn't suit you." Hoseok had his legs crisscrossed and his hands holding his ankles. He fell backwards laughing hysterically at Jimin's comment, surprising Jimin at the odd behavior.
"What doesn't suit me?" Hoseok asked, resting his chin on his palms as he leaned forward. "About the room that is."
"Just... I expected more color," Jimin answered, holding his hands together behind his back. "You suit bright colors."
"Why?" Hoseok questioned. Jimin shrugged, looking at Yoongi for help who just repeated Jimin's action and shrugged, looking away.
"You're very upbeat and colorful," Jimin spit out, not really even sure himself what it meant.
"Thank you," Hoseok clapped his hands together loudly, causing Jimin to jump a little. "Shall we watch a movie?"
"What movie?" Yoongi finally spoke.
"I was thinking Hush," Hoseok answered. "Also before we start, I need to tell you guys to please stay out of the kitchen, yeah?"
"How come?" Jimin's curiosity wondered.
"I'm still cleaning it out," Hoseok tilted his head, letting his long, red hair drop to cover his forehead. "I'll do it soon, don't worry."
"I don't mind if it's dirty," Jimin attempted to comfort him. "I understand since you recently moved in."
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FanfictionThey met under similar circumstances which brought them closer together as time progressed. However, not everything lasts forever. There will be NSFW! I will give warnings if any chapter has it! 🙃 Sensitive topics i.e. d*pression, su*cide but I add...