Hoseok was laying his head on Jimin’s shoulder as Jimin rested his head on his duffle bag against the bus window.
The pair were supposed to go practice today at Mono Studio, but, just as the bus arrived, Hoseok had gotten a message from Yoongi saying that Namjoon was taking a day off.
Once he read the message, Hoseok assumed that he would spend the whole day with Jimin relaxing. However, Jimin had other plans.
Jimin told Hoseok that it was fine and that he wanted to go to his house. He hadn’t been home for a couple days now and told Hoseok that he just wanted to make sure everything was okay.
At first, Hoseok whined and pleaded with Jimin. However, Hoseok realized he was acting really selfish. He wasn’t considering Jimin's feelings.
If Hoseok was in Jimin’s shoes he’d probably be homesick too. Hoseok pouted as they entered the bus. He just loved Jimin so much that he wanted to spend every minute with him.
Suddenly, the bus stopped and the couple perked their heads up. This was their stop. Hoseok offered to carry Jimin’s bag, but Jimin politely refused.
They thanked the bus driver and stepped onto the sidewalk. As the bus walked away, the sun danced on their faces and made them squint their eyes.
It truly was a beautiful day, almost exactly like the day they visited the park. Jimin’s heart fluttered as he remembered that miraculous day.
They walked in silence down the sidewalk. Pedestrians would pass the couple, but would never look up at them. Jimin anticipated the awkward eye contact, but it never came.
Everyone was too busy with their own lives to even notice someone as trivial as Jimin. Jimin only ever felt comfortable staring into Hoseok’s eyes. He wondered why that was.
That’s just how it was in the real world. People were too busy to ever really look at someone. If someone wasn’t important to Jimin, then he wouldn’t bother to look at them.
However, if that person was, in fact, important to him in some way, then he would gladly give up all his time to look at them. He wondered if that was how everyone else felt.
He wondered if that was how Hoseok felt. He wondered if he was important to Hoseok.
Suddenly, he glanced at Hoseok. Hoseok was too busy frowning at the ground. Jimin’s heart began to tighten as he watched the golden boy turn blue.
Truly, Jimin felt bad for asking to go home, but he had bigger things to do. It was imperative that they won. He wasn’t going to let Sunhwa take the trophy away from Hoseok too.
Even though Hoseok was sad now, that was only temporary. Once they won the competition, Hoseok’s happiness would be everlasting.
Jimin was too caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice Hoseok had stopped. He frantically looked around him until he saw Hoseok behind him.
Hoseok was staring directly across the road. In order to see what Hoseok was staring at, Jimin turned towards the direction of Hoseok’s gaze. There it was, Chanwoo’s Dance Studio.
The place where Jimin first saw Hoseok. The place where Hoseok practically grew up. The place that was wrongfully taken away from them.
Looking at it in a new light showed all of its ugliness. Hoseok never noticed how the paint was chipping or what an ugly color it was painted.
This whole time Hoseok had protected this place and held it up to a pedestal. In the end, Hoseok was kicked out by the owner himself. It was as if his own father kicked him out of his home.
His heart ached as he reminisced about all the memories he made here. He could never go back. Hoseok was now the black sheep of Chanwoo’s Dance Studio.
It was pitch black inside the studio. He had forgotten that the studio was closed during the weekend. Visions of Hoseok performing inside the studio came rushing back.
It was almost as if he was inside the studio right now. The sound of his feet clicking on the hardwood floor echoed in his head. A lemony aroma crossed his nose.
Hoseok remembered how Chanwoo insisted that lemon was the best smelling fragrance in the world. Chanwoo would often spray the studio with a lemon scented febreze.
“The smell of lemons help you concentrate,” Chanwoo would always preach.
Hoseok began to smile as all these thoughts flooded his mind. Even though he missed the studio, he didn’t regret where he was right now.
He was with the person he loved doing what he loved in an even better studio. This was truly a blessing and Hoseok would be eternally grateful. Jin truly was a life saver and so was Namjoon.
If Jin never offered Hoseok the studio and if Namjoon never agreed to take care of them, then Hoseok would probably be drowning in sorrow.
“Are you okay?” Jimin asked as he placed his hand on Hoseok’s shoulder. Hoseok shuddered at the sudden physical contact.
Without realizing it, Hoseok pulled his shoulder away from Jimin’s hand. He had completely forgotten that he was with Jimin. Jimin’s eyes furrowed as he stared at Hoseok.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Hoseok smiled as he rubbed the back of his neck. “If you need anything I’m here,” Jimin murmured as he continued to walk.
“I was just thinking about how lucky I am,” Hoseok added as he quickened his steps in order to reach Jimin. Once he reached Jimin’s side, he grabbed Jimin’s hand and intertwined their fingers.
However, Jimin didn’t clasp back. His grip felt loose, almost as if he didn’t want to hold hands.
He didn’t let it get to him though. They only had a few more minutes of physical contact before they parted ways and Hoseok didn’t want to waste any second of it.
There was only four more days till the big competition and Hoseok felt more than prepared. The couple had spent long grueling hours perfecting their routine.
Nothing could get in their way now. More than anything, Hoseok was truly happy that he was doing this with someone he loved.
Finally, the pair reached Jimin’s home. Jimin began to smile as they walked towards the front door. It had been a while since he had been home.
Jimin and Hoseok stood outside the door as they stared into each other’s eyes. “Thank you,” Jimin smiled as he pushed his hair behind his ear.
“Anything for you,” Hoseok sang as he pulled Jimin into a hug. Again, Hoseok felt a hesitation in Jimin’s movements. His arms barely even wrapped around Hoseok.
“Are you okay?” Hoseok asked as he let go of Jimin. “I’m fine,” Jimin assured him, “Just tired.” Even though Hoseok knew that was a lie, he decided not to push it.
“If you need anything call me,” Hoseok stated as he fidgeted with his fingers. “I will,” Jimin grinned. “Bye,” Hoseok waved. Jimin leaned against the door and waved back.
Slowly, Hoseok began to back away from the house. It was almost as if he was waiting for Jimin to do something.
Once it became apparent that Jimin wasn’t moving, Hoseok sighed as began to walk towards his bus stop. He turned around to wave again at Jimin, but found that he had already scurried inside.
“Did I do something wrong?” Hoseok murmured as he ran his hand through his hair. His heart began to ache as he remembered the limpness of Jimin’s hands.
The dread of being unwanted began to fill Hoseok.
Jimin slid down on the floor and rested his head on his knees. He felt a hot lump form in his throat as his eyes began to water.
“Why did he pull away from me?” Jimin whimpered as he stared expressionlessly at the ground.
[W/N: EYE...FINALLY...STAYED... WITHIN...THE...WORD... LIMIT]