They sit down in front of each other, Hoseok propping an elbow on the table and his chin on his hand, looking at the people walking on the street. They’re just across the square and judging by the time of day, it shouldn’t be so busy with people jogging—don’t these people have work, for God’s sake?
Sometimes, Hoseok wishes he could be so free that he could jog at midday on a working day.
“So,” Jimin starts, right before the waiter sets two glasses with ice, lemon and a jar with tap water. “Care to tell me what’s on your mind?”
Hoseok turns to him. He shrugs it off.
“Come on, hyung. You’re too old to act like a child.” He sighs. “You seem aloof and it hasn’t started today. You’ve been like this for weeks, and I don’t know if it’s work related or if I did something—”
“No, it isn’t you,” Hoseok says quickly, the thought of having put this worry in Jimin’s beautiful brain dreading him. “I… I wasn’t aware I was being so obvious.”
“You weren’t to anyone else,” Jimin says. “But you were to me. I know you, Hobi. I’ve known you for years, I’m your oldest friend. Of course you wouldn’t be able to hide it from me.”
“Yeah… I guess you’re right.” Hoseok sighs. “I didn’t mean to, though.”
“Didn’t mean to what?”
“Make you worry about it. Cause, you know,” Hoseok clears his throat, poking his cuticles. “Cause it’s nothing to worry about.”
Jimin’s expression changes at that. Where there was a crease of worry in his forehead, suddenly shifts into a narrowed gaze, an all-too-knowing expression that makes Jimin press his lips into a thin, serious line. Hoseok averts his gaze, unable to hold Jimin’s cunning stare.
Because he knows.
He knows, and Hoseok knows he knows, but he will lie to himself until the very end to pretend he doesn’t.
it's been a while since i shared a #wipwed so here is a snippet of what's to come for "in the long silence", my beloved vhope fic:
#vhope #btsfic
