HANAHAKI

eleven

[now they all knew, and there was no point of hiding it.]

"jeongguk," yoongi huffed, a downed look written on his face. jungkook stared blankly. yoongi didn't want to make jungkook upset, or uncomfortable, but he knew it would bug him if he didn't say it. "i'm sorry we didn't tell you earlier. it isn't fair to you, at all,"

jungkook chuckled, his eyes prickling with tears. he stroked yoongi's shoulder. "hyung, i'm not sad," he giggled. "it's alright. you're alive, which means you aren't leaving," jungkook beamed.

"see hyung, don't be upset. i know you didn't want to hurt me, thats why you didn't tell me. you cannot chose who to fall in love with hyung, you can't control it. plus! jimin hyung is amazing, anyone would fall in love with him," jungkook defended.

yoongi laughed, his eyes forming mini crescents and his lips raised upwards, exposing his gummy smile. jimin's favourite gummy smile. he missed laughing with jungkook, hiding nothing from each other, like nothing bad was happening.

jimin woke up to the sound of yoongi's laughter, high-pitched and squeaky. jimin had actually fallen back asleep. i mean, who would blame him, it's his first night of actual, real, sleep. no getting up to spit out loose petals, or no dreams of him kissing yoongi. everything was real, and everything was happy. he groaned, the golden sunlight pouring into his eyes. yoongi and jungkook noticed his groaning.

"i'll leave you two to yourselves," jungkook smiled and walked back into the living room. "jiminie, it's time to get up now, please," yoongi said, kissing the top of jimin's forehead, pressing his soft, supple lips there unnecessarily. "twooo minutes," jimin begged, dragging his voice and curling into yoongi's chest. he felt yoongi's heartbeat speed up and smiled to himself.

"sorry, but you have to wake up now," yoongi chuckled, unwillingly pulling his body away from jimin. jimin whines, pulling yoongi's shirt towards himself. however, yoongi removed his shirt and walked into the bathroom, smiling to himself.

when he came out of the bathroom, he noticed a sleepy eyed, messy-haired jimin sitting at the foot of their bed cuddling a pillow, a substitution of yoongi. yoongi found it adorable, the way jimin stared at him with puppy-eyes. he tugged onto jimin's pinky finger. "mmm," jimin mumbled.

yoongi leaned into jimin's ear's and whispered, in a cold tone, "go get ready," "you think that spooks me?" jimin mocked. "noooo-jams," yoongi replied. "w-wHAT THE HECK OKAY I'M GOI—"

"cringe-assed koreaboos," jimin muttered, as he shuffled into the bathroom to get a shower. twenty minutes later, jimin came out with a towel wrapped around his hips, and a smaller towel he used to ruffle his hair dry.

"what a meal," yoongi remarked.

jimin gave a chortle and took yoongi's sweater. "oi, you can't just take that without asking me," yoongi teased. "yes i can, i'm your boyfriend, you are mine, i can take your stuff," jimin retorted. hearing that made yoongi blush, his pulp cheeks turning bright red at the sound of jimin mentioning the word 'boyfriend'

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