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xwonderfuldeath · 1 month ago

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o| The little reading nook |o.

2. Dance with me in the rain

Pairing: HopeMin (Hoseok x Jimin)

Warnings : Extra fluff <3

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Eighteen fifty-two, Jimin is exhausted, completely drained, and in a nonchalant manner, he lets himself fall to the studio floor, not caring that the music is still playing. He had a big last-minute event set by the agency, and the stress was slowly creeping around his throat. He would never be ready, but he simply couldn’t cancel it. The ARMYs would surely be too sad, and anyway, they’d never canceled a single event in their careers, so today wouldn’t be the first.

Slowly, exhausted from the day he had just spent trying to create a choreography for an opening, he gets back on his feet. As he starts moving to rehearse or at least find something that he likes, a thunderclap can be heard over the music, causing the building’s fuses to blow, leaving him in total darkness and silence. A sigh, mixed with frustration and fatigue, escapes him as he decides to abandon it all, even though he’s more or less forced to.

Outside, the rain bursts like jewels against the capital’s asphalt, making a deafening sound of water, in front of Jimin's tired eyes. Of course, a bad day never ends without an uncontrollable downpour and without an umbrella, because he hadn’t listened to what people had said about the weather forecast in the evening. Maybe it’s a little his fault, but he was still going to blame his lover for not warning him or insisting that he at least have an umbrella in his bag. Especially since, through all of this, it was the man he loved, even if at the moment he was cursing him and all of his ancestors for driving, because he had checked the weather and knew it would rain, so he had been prepared.

It’s depressing, and it makes him grumble the entire way between the Hybe building and their shared house, where his older partner must already be waiting for him since he had finished his training and everything else he had to do anyway. So, soaked to the bone and with eyes brimming with resentment toward his lover, Jimin finally arrives at the house, feeling a little miserable. Hoseok and he had been a love-at-first-sight kind of thing, first friendly, then more literal, until they became a real couple. And to be totally honest, it had been a surprise even for Jimin. Hoseok seemed so close to everyone, which could sometimes lead to real jealousy and anger issues, quickly calmed by his lover’s sweet words and gestures.

Anyway, Jimin pushes the door to their shared home open, thrilled by the warm air inside. The smell of a meal makes him shiver as he removes his wet clothes and tosses them into the laundry room. He’s not really surprised to feel the soft, warm towel against his shoulders or to see the spare clothes already ready, folded neatly by the entryway.

“- You look a little down, you didn’t catch a cold outside, did you? I told you it was going to rain!

- Hyung…”

It sounds desperate, even surprising him that such a simple word came out so low and broken, mixed with his little eyes looking at the floor and his cute way of drying his cold skin. Hoseok immediately stops his scolding to pull him into his arms. This simple gesture makes Jimin shiver, easily forgetting about the stupid and frustrating day, allowing himself to relax in the warm embrace. Their lips meet for a soft, simple kiss before Hoseok pulls back to gently run his fingers through Jimin’s wet hair.

“- Dry off quickly, take a hot shower if you need to, I’ll make you something warm.

- Thank you.

- It’s nothing but normal.”

The house’s atmosphere is serene. Hoseok took advantage of Jimin’s revitalizing shower to put on some ambient music, something soft and nonchalant, and Jimin lets himself be swept away by this calm. Nonchalantly, he lets himself fall into one of the kitchen chairs, watching Hoseok in his element, with a towel over his shoulder and a ladle full of something Jimin can’t identify. Hoseok had a certain charisma about him, something in his attitude that makes you feel important, even when he’s just cooking dinner. Outside, the rain is intensifying, and the thunder doesn’t seem like it’s passing, but at least here, they still have electricity.

“- What are we eating, Hyung?

- Bulgogi, with brown rice and sautéed vegetables. You want anything else?

- That’s not good for the diet, you know?

- You’ll just eat less, that way I’ll have more for myself.”

Jimin’s cheeks puff up as he looks at him, not really sure if he wants to leave him more than necessary. Hoseok cooking with so much love was something he couldn’t resist. He was going to eat until his stomach exploded, just because Hoseok had gone through so much trouble just to cheer him up. He pretends to sulk, dramatically throwing himself on the table, under Hoseok’s amused and tender gaze as he continues preparing dinner.

“- You’re cruel, Hyung. I feel like I’m dying from so much cruelty from you. I thought I was loved, but now I realize it was all an illusion… How could you be so cruel to me? Your lover of five years?

- Alright, alright. You can eat as much meat as you want. Open a bottle of wine, would you?

- Of course, Jungkook gave me one. Not his best, unlike Taehyung’s, but a good one.

- Perfect, Jungkookie always has good taste in wine.”

Jimin smiles. He doesn’t want to throw any more little jabs today. He sits up, a little less exaggerated, and goes to grab the bottle, pouring the two glasses that are already out on the counter. It’s clear that Hoseok is doing this to cheer him up. He reads him like an open book, each page clear and precise, making Jimin have no secrets from him, no feelings he can hide. And he doesn’t want to, anyway.

“- You’re so kind tonight, thank you for being here for me, even when I don’t listen to you…

- It’s normal, you’re my little Mimin, my one and only true favorite.”

Jimin’s cheeks turn red from pleasure as they kiss again, tenderly and gently. The meal goes by with their little bickering and tender moments that make Jimin forget about the events of the day. Of course, he does the dishes before joining Hoseok in the living room, who is already moving the couch, now with a curious look from Jimin, who wonders what he has in mind now.

“- What are you doing?

- A dance floor. It’s raining and there’s thunder, so why not take advantage of it? And you must be exhausted, it’ll do you good to clear your head.”

Jimin doesn’t know what to say, biting his bottom lip, before finally smiling softly. Hoseok was right, he needed to get his mind off things, so why not accept this impromptu dance? They didn’t have much else to do anyway. So slowly, Jimin joins Hoseok, who opens his arms for a slow dance, nothing complicated, just the two of them in an embrace, far from the city’s stress, the choreography, or even the rest of the world. No matter what happens, they’d be together. The world could be destroyed in a matter of seconds, and it wouldn’t matter. He would still be the happiest man in the world, no matter what.

“- Don’t worry about the choreography or anything else, you’ll be amazing as always. And if you need anything, you can always come to me. I’ll always be here for you.

- I’ll never say it enough, but thank you, Hyung. Really.”

Hoseok’s tender smile makes his heart beat faster as he leans against his shoulder, the two of them continuing to dance in the silence of the rain, carried away by the softness of the music, just the two of them, two hearts beating in unison together, their love and nothing else. And in the end, this day hadn’t been as bad as it seemed.

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