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stories that never were pt. 4

beautiful mane, i’m the lion.

beautiful man, i know you’re lying.

genre: stories that never were pt. 4

word count: 2,966

warnings: some fluff, mostly angst

Day 117

“Babe,” you giggle, holding on desperately to the bars of the roundabout, hair whipping around you as the world spins. “I’m gonna puke!”

Hoseok laughs but doesn’t stop, his breath coming out in quick pants as he pushes the playground contraption faster. Cheeks ruddy from exertion, his eyes nevertheless follow your movements as your hand slips from the bar and you allow yourself to lay back flat on the twirling disk. He waits for an opening and then slides onto it as well, settling himself against your side. You turn your head to look at his face, his dark hair falling against his brow and chest still heaving up and down.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

“I’d have to say the same.”

The two of you smile at each other dopily, the rotating movement of the roundabout making you a little dizzy.

“When you offered to go on a midnight walk with me, I didn’t think this is what you meant.” You sigh and burrow a little closer into his chest.

He chuckles and you feel the reverberation, the pound of his heart.

“Well, I wanted to show you my favorite place in the city to look at the stars,” he strokes a hand against your hair, down your back, tickling the dip before your jeans where light fuzz grows. “There’s just something really cool about looking up at the night sky while slowly spinning. It’s peaceful, you know?”

You move away from the warmth of his chest and turn your gaze upwards instead, eyes moving around the constellations watching you. “Yeah, it is a good view.”

Hoseok takes that moment to look back at you, drawing the hair back from your face to see you better. “A great view,” he says softly.

Day 244

You watch Hoseok execute another spin, then pause to look at himself in the mirror.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, going back to his starting position.

You sigh and go up to him, hooking your chin on his shoulder. Beads of sweat roll down his neck. Parts of his white shirt have gone translucent with perspiration. You catch his gaze in the mirror, the reflection of your two bodies staring back at you.

“C’mon, you need a break. Let’s take a drive into the city. The monuments are beautiful at night.” You tease, nipping at his nape. The moisture there slips onto your tongue, but it’s been a long time since the taste of his sweat made you curl back in distaste.

He smiles softly, but shrugs you off. “I just really want to get this down. The showcase is coming up soon. You can go home, I’ll meet you there later.”

Moving slowly, you walk around the dance studio to pick up your belongings before heading towards the door. Stopping at the entrance, you turn around to watch him one more time. He’s twisting in front of the mirror, moves sharp, eyes precisely following the movement of his limbs.

You leave.

Day 43

“Face it, you’re shit at beer pong!”

“Well, I’m sorry I spent most of my college career actually studying for class instead of partaking in Neanderthal drinking games.” You say as you walk up the steps to your townhouse, sliding the wristband with your key tied onto it off your arm.

Hoseok trips up the steps to your side. His cheeks had slowly gone red over the course of the night. It was true that during his four years at university, most of his Saturday nights were lazed away at random house parties, perfecting his free throw from the end of a ping-pong table. But your weekends post-graduation were consumed of getting absolutely hammered, courtesy of creepy guys at downtown bars and bad decisions. It had afforded you, at the very least, with a way better tolerance level than the man beside you.

“I think I’m going to hurl,” he mutters, hands stuffed in his pockets.

You roll your eyes, but self-righteous isn’t a good look on you when you’re struggling to fit your key through the lock. Hoseok giggles and comes closer, trying to help, but it just results in your keys clanging to the floor instead. Both of you dive for them at the same time, butting your heads into each other.

You groan and slide to the floor of your stoop in defeat. “I’ll just sleep out here, no worries.”

“I may be stupid, but I’m not drunk and I’m not leaving you out here alone,” Hoseok clambers down to join you, then stares off into the distance. “Wait-“

You snicker and nuzzle your head into his shoulder. “That was cute.”

Hoseok grins, looking down at your face. “Wow, was that you expressing an emotion?”

You wrinkle your nose and straighten up. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re kinda like a closed book, you know. I never really know what’s going on in there.” He taps the side of your temple and smirks, then flops down to spread out his limbs on your doorstep.

You blink, looking out into the empty street. “Did you want me to relay my every thought to you or something?”

He chuckles and you can hear how the sound travels up his chest, through his diaphragm, low and hearty. “No, not exactly. Just a little more vulnerability would be appreciated.”

“You’re awfully coherent for a drunk guy, aren’t you.”

He flips onto his side, long legs splayed out down the steps. “Drunk words are sober thoughts. Besides, you’re just trying to change the subject right now.”

You clench your jaw. “Fuck you, here’s me being vulnerable: Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

Hoseok looks up with a snap of his neck, mouth open like the breath had just been punched out of him. You stare back, determined not to regret your words. Intent on not letting out a laugh and excusing them by your drunkenness, the alcohol pounding your heart. There’s no way you’re taking them back now, no matter how much you want to, and you’ll just have to live with the consequences when he says-

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Day 278

“You’re so bright. You’re like the sun.”

Hoseok grins at you quickly before looking back at the road, hands maneuvering the steering wheel in smooth motions. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrug and lean your head against the car window, eyes watching the city whizz by you. The lights blend together and you blink, slow and hazy in your fog of tequila. He takes one hand off the wheel and drops it onto your knee, tickling the skin there softly.

“C’mon, tell me.” He’s coaxing, effortless.

You roll your head over to face him again and take in his profile. The sharp jut of his nose and the curl of his dark hair against his forehead, it fills you with want deep in your gut.

“You draw people to you. It’s so effortless. You just give parts of yourself to every person you meet, so openly, like it’s easy. It makes people feel like they’re special and they come back for more.” You say it slowly, like you’re still thinking of the words before they tumble out of your mouth.

His hand squeezes and draws slowly up your thigh, cavalierly pushing up the skirt covering your skin. “You say that like it’s a bad thing to be liked.”

You’re still looking at him when you speak next, folding your knees up to hug them against your chest, knocking his hand aside. “I feel like there’s nothing left for me.”

Day 455

“Jimin, where’s my vanilla milkshake?” You look down at the table, an array of burgers and fries arranged on top of it.

The pink haired boy scoots over in the booth to make room for you. “Didn’t get it. You know you’re lactose intolerant and I won’t have you farting up a storm in my car on the way home just to satisfy your sugar obsession.”

You pout and plop down in the seat next to him. “Thanks, dad. Where’s Hoseok?”

“Right here,” your boyfriend jogs up to join you, sliding into the opposite booth seat. “Sorry, I was finding parking.” He leans over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

Jimin cocks a brow. “There was tons in the back when I got here.”

“I guess it filled up fast,” Hoseok shrugs.

You hum noncommittally and push over his plate. “Here, this one has no onions. I’ll give you my fries if you split your milkshake with me, Jimin refused to get me one-”

“Probably for good reason,” a soft voice lilts from beside you. “Swimsuit season is coming up, you know.”

An artificial rose scent cloys your senses and you scrunch your nose, looking up to see a girl standing next to you.

“Hello, Satan. Nice outfit,” Jimin chirps, glancing down at the other girl’s skirt that barely grazed the tops of her thighs. “Aren’t you a little chilly without the heat of hell fire surrounding you?”

“Jimin,” Suji grinned, twirling a lock of her dark hair around her finger. “Why, are you offering to keep me warm?”

Jimin just snorted and returned to eating his fries. The other girl turned her gaze to your boyfriend.

“Hi Hoseok. Great workshop yesterday, I think I’ll sign up for another.”

“Thanks, Suji. That’s good to hear, hope I’ll see you soon.” He smiled politely at her. She shot you and Jimin another glance before waving goodbye, sashaying out of the restaurant.

You watch her walk out and other diners do too, heads turning to follow her figure. Then you shift to face your boyfriend.

“She was at your studio yesterday?”

Hoseok coughed and took a sip of his Coke. “Uh, yeah, she’s actually pretty good. We did a hip hop lesson and-“

The rest of his sentence is drowned out by the thoughts in your head, the way the other girl looked at him replaying in your mind.

Day 12

“Then you would just multiply prior probability by posterior probability and divide by the normalizing constant. And that’s how you would use the Bayes rule to determine the likelihood of an event based on prior knowledge of the event conditions.” You look up proudly from the equations you drew in the salt on the table.

Hoseok blinks, eyes sliding back into focus. “Uh. So. That’s what you do at work?”

You falter a bit and start wiping away the salt back into the shaker, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry, I know it’s boring-“

“No, no!” Hoseok rushes to say, grabbing your hands to stop you. “I never said that, it’s just…nothing like what I do at work, you know? I talk all day for a living, nothing hard about it.”

You nod slowly. “I don’t think it’s difficult, it’s just math, right? Plugging in numbers and all.” The diner’s neon sign flickers on in that moment, casting both of you in its red light.

Hoseok snorts and twirls his finger through the pile of salt, drawing stick figures. “Yeah, to you. I still add things using my hands.”

You lips stretch, watching him erase the figure he had and start creating a flower instead. “Well, I could never do what you do. Talking to people all day exhausts me and I’m just not charming enough to be a real estate agent.”

He looks up then, pausing in his ministrations. “I think you’re plenty charming.”

Day 573

You’re too fuzzy to think coherently, too much noise and alcohol sloshing around in your head to draw out thoughts. So you speak them instead.

“He was drunk, Jimin,” you plead, more with yourself than the boy in front of you. “So am I, right? It doesn’t- it never-“

“Don’t finish that sentence,” your friend warns, jaw clenched. “It’s bullshit, an excuse, and you know it.”

Your lip trembles and brows draw together to furrow a little cavern in the center of your forehead. Hoseok always called it cute and it was why he could never take you seriously when you cried, preferring to coo and pinch your cheeks in adoration instead. Jimin didn’t share that feeling.

“It’s not, it’s the truth,” you hiccup, a rancid taste in your mouth. Tears are already threatening to spill over and down your cheeks, but you continue rambling. “It doesn’t matter when you’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re doing-“

“Honey,” the boy’s eyes have finally softened and that’s what finally breaks the dam for you. His arms circle around your body as you sob, gently petting away your hair so he can murmur in your ear.

“In my experience, what really defines someone is what they won’t do.”

Day 1

“Jimin, I swear to god, I’m leaving in five minutes and your punk ass better be in the car with me or else you’re finding your own way home tonight.”

The boy in question blows out a breath of smoke, then pouts. His sunglasses have slid down his nose to reveal his eyes, strained red in the haze of the party. He throws an arm around his friend, stretching a bit to compensate for their height difference.

“C’mon, Hoseok, don’t be like that. The fun is just getting started. Here, you want a hit?” The pink haired boy offers up his tightly rolled blunt, but Hoseok just grimaces and shakes his friend off instead.

“Nah, what I want is to be snuggled up in my covers in approximately 15 minutes, with or without you.”

“Oooh, is that an invitation, Hobi?” Jimin grins lecherously at him. Hoseok just fixes him with a stare.

“Five minutes. I’ll see you outside.”

Hoseok turns and leaves his friend in the living room of the stranger’s house they were in, trudging down the stairs and back out into the crisp cold of the front lawn. He looks at his watch to check the time and sighs, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket to make his wait go by quicker. Then he hears a sniffle to his side.

Turning his head a little to the left, he sees you sitting on the curb at the end of the block, alone. Knees drawn up to your chest, arms and legs bare from the dress you had on. You were crying.

His eyes snap back to his hands in front of him. Determined to mind his own business and do his time until Jimin comes back out, he fits his cigarette between his lips and pulls the lighter up. He takes a deep inhale and closes his eyes. You sniffle again.

Letting out a breath, smoke coiling out from his mouth, he holds the cigarette between his index and middle finger by his side and chews on the inside of his cheek. Another sniffle and he squeezes his eyes shut. Then he turns to face you again, words coming out in a tumble.

“Hey. What are you doing? It’s freezing and you’re basically naked.”

You startle and pick your head up from its resting place on your knees, twisting your neck to look over at him. The mascara around your eyes has smudged and the tip of your nose has gone pink. Your skin is furrowed between your brows and it’s almost endearing.

“What’s it to you?” You snap back.

Almost.

Hoseok’s brows shoot up. “Listen, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to die of hypothermia while I was here standing witness. Feel free to go back to doing so once I’ve finished this cigarette.”

You stare at him for a moment, then: “Can I have one?”

Hoseok blows out another breath of smoke, then chuckles, making his way over to you. “You’re lucky I feel bad for you.”

You ignore him in favor of picking up the cigarette and lighter he held out in his hand. Holding it in your fingers for a moment, you just stare at it before bringing it up to your lips.

“Other way,” he says, tapping the end with the filter. “Unless you enjoy smoking straight tobacco.”

You flip it around and then try lighting it. Hoseok reaches over to cup his hand around the lighter, trying to prevent the wind from interfering. You inhale deep and cough out the smoke hard, drawing an arm up to cover your mouth. He watches you in mild interest.

“If you’d never done this before, why’d you want to try now?”

You release a shaky breath and try again, taking a shorter inhale in this time before immediately blowing out the smoke again. Then you shrug. “Dunno. Seemed better than just sitting here and having you watch me in pity. Something to do, I guess.”

The end of Hoseok’s lip quirks up. “Why were you crying?”

Bringing the cigarette back up to your mouth to suck in, your eyes cross to watch the end of it burn. You wait a second, trying to inhale the smoke deep before coughing it out again. Then you turn to look at him, eyes tearing up from the burn in your chest.

“You don’t care.”

“I cared enough to come over here, didn’t I?” He shoots back.

You snort, then stub out the rest of the cigarette on the asphalt. He refrains from telling you it was a waste of his Marlboro.

“What’s your name?” You turn to look at him properly now, cradling your face in your hand. Your cheeks have started to go rosy now too. He wants to offer you his jacket, but something tells him you’d just ask him to fuck off.

He tells you and finishes his own cigarette, flicking its remains out into the street. You repeat it softly to yourself. “That’s a handsome name.”

He chuckles. “Won’t you tell me yours?”

You smile.

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