𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 ! ᵖʲᵐ

♜ - chapter 8

"this movie is so fucking stupid," you groaned out in desperation, pushing onto hoseok's shoulder to change it. he groaned back, taking his shoulder out of your reach and watching the tv immensely. "c'mon, bro, a sex scene is coming up." you looked at him, a facial expression you never knew you could have been on your face was now on your face, staring at him longly and deeply.

"you actually like this shit?" your face was full of disgust, something told you that only twelve-year-old girls would actually enjoy this movie with the plot of 'bad boy & good girl'. "it's porn with plot, i am sick of hearing 'what are you doing step-bro?', that shit just doesn't make my dick hard." he rolled his eyes, your face remained the same, switching back to the television and staring at the screen.

it wasn't that bad...? actually, you didn't like it. usually, when you are sober, you would at least put yourself through to watch those types of scenes, mostly between a girl and a boy, but you wouldn't show exactly on your face that you don't like them— but you are doing this just now. your nose was scrunched up, wanting to pry your eyes away from the screen but for some reason keeping them there. "alright," you tried not to gag, grabbing the remote control. "enough." hoseok gasped at the black screen.

"what—" he stopped himself mid-sentence, trying to appear mad in front of your eyes but when you got up, he tilted his head at your tall figure. you were pretty stable, so you could carry him to his bedroom and put his ass to sleep. "come on, let's go to your bedroom and sleep." the only thing that hoseok did was cross his legs, you frowned, this dude's even weirder when he's drunk. "ihaveaboner." you grew confused, he said that so fast you couldn't even catch up. "what did you say?" you asked.

"I HAVE A BONER!"

you blinked, jesus christ. he didn't have to scream that, but assuming that he was drunk out of his mind, you couldn't really blame him. "okay— from that?!" hoseok safely got up, putting his hands in front of his crotch since he was wearing some gray sweatpants that could potentially make his boner more noticeable. he was pretty close, you took a step back, waiting for an answer— he moved closer to you. "nah, from you, you're pretty fuckin' hot."

cool compliment—

"no wonder jimin is in love with you."

that made you...stop?

that's right, jimin. fuck, you missed him so fucking much. yeah, sure, you might see each other every day but never really talk and thinking about it, that's not enough for you to not miss him anymore— seeing his face every day doesn't make the fact that your brain was screaming 'you miss him!' lower down. it gets louder with each day that passes by, and the time feels slow, especially now.

you wish you could slap your past self so hard across the face, beat yourself up and get it through your thick skull that you imprinted into your brain 'i hate jimin because he fucked my girlfriend, i love my girlfriend'. no, it's not true, you loved HIM, not her, she was just there to prove the fact that you're straight to your family— and now you wonder why you hope that your feelings are gone.

what snapped you out of your dreamy-like state was hoseok resting his head on your shoulder, his chest colliding with yours as you jumped, grabbing his shoulders quickly. "fuck," he hummed to himself, you couldn't see his face, so you didn't know what was going through his head. "it's starting to hurt." you frowned, about to ask what but he talked before you could even open your mouth. "not my heart, you silly."