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YOU WAITED FOR hoseok to arrive.
your leg bounced up and down as if you were nervous to meet your friend when you actually weren't, it was a way to reflect what you were thinking this entire time. your mind was filled with what happened earlier with namjoon, but the other half was thinking about jimin and how when you announced that you are leaving, he seemed...disappointed? not...really?
you couldn't really tell.
maybe he wasn't and you're just thinking about him way too much these days, maybe he was relieved that you actually left— you wouldn't be so surprised if he was. you sighed, checking your watch to see that only a couple of minutes had passed since hoseok told you that he needed to talk to you and that it was very important. you heard footsteps behind you and a pair of arms swung over your shoulders, a tired-looking hoseok greeting you in your ear.
"good morning, babe," he husked in your ear, his voice making you jolt, it sounded like he barely wanted to get those words out. your hand sneaked to grab his wrists, noticing that everybody was staring and now you just thought that maybe you should've gone to his house instead. "babe?" you raised an eyebrow, weird, he never called you that before, what the actual hell?
he removed his arms from your shoulders and put himself in the seat in front of you, giving you the laziest smile he's ever given you, with his eyes barely being able to keep open. "and it's afternoon, hoseok." you tilted your head to stare at him with a little more question in your eyes, trying to inspect the way he looked and sounded. his hair was pretty messy, with a tired look on his face and pale skin, his eyes made brief eye contact with you and you managed to notice the puffiness of them.
he smiled nonetheless, noticing how you realized that something was wrong with him, especially since he has been crying. "i don't really know what time it is," he mumbled, resting his forehead on his knuckles and placing his elbow on the table. "i just wanna get drunk and i don't know, forget about my gir— ex-girlfriend, i guess," his smile slowly faded, you didn't get to ask anything because he was already spitting it out.
"yeah, she broke up with me, nothing that couldn't be possible in that relationship," hoseok rolled his eyes, you listened to him. "she told me 'i don't think we are meant to be' but like one month ago she was all up in my face telling me how much she loved me and that she will be with me forever, " he cleared his throat. "and she used to tell me that every time after we had sex." hoseok's hand reached over, his fingers intertwining slowly with yours.
"your hand is really cold," he chipped, but then he sighed again. hoseok's eyes were deeply focused on your hand that he was holding, looking like he was thinking of something. you stared at him silently, sure, him holding your hand was weird, but you didn't question it or pulled it away from his grasp. then, his eyes looked up into yours all of the sudden, he looked like he was about to cry. you panicked, about to talk, but he started doing it first.
