Our Secret

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It was the first day back after the half term break and Hoseok only had a few more weeks before the freedom of the summer holidays. He sighed contently as he stepped into the roudy classroom that was like a little second home to him and grinned as he walked up to greet his friends. "Hobi!" Yoongi shouted cheerfully, "Hey!" Hoseok laughed and sat down in a vacant seat with his three best friends.
The loud chatter slowly died down as the teacher walked in, trailed by a petite little boy. Hoseok had never seen him before and he had to do a double take. This boy was stunningly beautiful. His thick red lips were spread in a sheepish smile, his pearl white teeth snagging at his lower lip as the smile spread to his eyes. He raised his head slightly to push the brunette bangs from those captivating orbs, beautiful pools of brown that had a sharp tinkle of mischief glimmering in their soft depths. His frame was small and slight but not fragile-looking. He looked strong and suple, but still elegant in the way he held himself.
Hoseok shook himself suddenly. What was he doing? Why was he fascinated with this boy? He didn't like boys in that way, he never admired their eyes or their beautiful figure. No. He pinched himself on the arm to stop him thoughts from going any further. "Jung Hoseok." The teacher's words helped to stop his racing mind and he stood up. "Yes, sir?" He said, question in his voice. "I want you to show the new boy around. You know the school well enough and seeing as you can never shut up in class you'll have no trouble in striking up convocation, I'm sure. " the teacher turned to the rest of the year "Everyone, this is Park Jimin. He recently moved to Seoul from the country and is going finish his high school education here. Please make him all welcome." Hoseok snorted to himself. 'Yeah like that was ever gonna happen.' he though to himself. Being an all boys school, the other boys were likely to either ignore him completely or pounce on him at once, as new meat to bully into his place. The though of some of the boys hurting this angelic brunette was a surprisingly painful one and Hoseok resolved to take this boy under his wing.
He stolled over to the smaller boy, trying to ignore the jumping butterflies in his stomach as he greeted the beautiful boy. Park Jimin. That was his name. Hoseok unknowingly grinned, realised what he was doing and quickly arranged his face into a neutral expression before introducing himself.

At morning break, Hoseok flopped down onto one of the common room sofas, glad to be rid of the stunning new boy. It wasn't that he didn't like Jimin, it was just that he seemed to like him a little too much and it was scaring him like crazy. Every time Jimin spoke, in that high tinkling voice of his, Hoseok felt waves of excitement flow through him; every time the younger boy smiled, Hoseok felt elated and insanely happy at the thought that he could make the male smile. What was wrong with him? He groaned in frustartion, alerting Yoongi who had sat down next to him.  "Aish, what's up with you today? You change from crazy happy to a moody little bitch in less than a minute."
"Hey!" Hoseok replied, indignant. "I'm not being moody!"
"You kind of are." Seokjin interjected  "Seriuosly, Hobi. What's wrong?"