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"tell me exactly what happened," jin said, continuing to sweep the floor.

jimin was at work. he was a florist and he worked with two of his best friends, jin and hoseok. jimin would constantly talk about namjoon and they would always give him advice.

"well, i know joonie is straight, but i don't know... i'm probably just overreacting-"

"just spit it out."

"well... first we went shopping together. i got a milkshake and apparently i got some on my nose. he like... reached his thumb out and brushed it off, then sucked it off his finger. then later we were watching a movie and i was so cold that i was shivering. i think he could tell, so he like... cuddled me, with a blanket over us. i was laying between his legs and he started giving me a back massage underneath the blanket. i ended up falling asleep and he carried me back to my room. then he laid me down and assumed i was still sleeping, but i really wasn't. then he leaned over my face and hesitated, but then kissed my forehead. and now he's saying he's gonna take a break from dating all those girls to work on himself and find someone to really commit to. i don't know... he's probably just being friendly and i'm just amping it up, but-"

"hoseok!" jin shouted.

hobi came running out from the back, rag in his hand.

"yeah? what's up?"

"would you ever cuddle with one of your friends and rub their back in a suggestive way? or wipe ice cream off their nose and lick it off your finger?"

"what the hell are you talking about?" hoseok asked, laughing.

"just answer the question."

hoseok paused, smirking to himself.

"well, maybe just one of my friends," he said, winking at jimin.

"ew, hoseok. knock it off and answer the damn question."

hoseok sighed, resting his elbows on the counter.

"listen, if you really want my opinion... that sounds pretty gay to me."

"hey, now. jimin's not gay, remember? he's just experimenting."

"fuck experimenting. you either like dick or you don't."

[a/n ok so i've seen lots of comments like "im bi" and stuff on the line above and i just want to clarify i wasn't trying to leave out any sexuality with this. i'm literally bi lol. to clarify, hobi is just saying you like dick or you don't like it. nothing about also liking pussy. if you're bi, u like dick. if ur straight (girl), you like dick. if ur gay (guy), u like dick. if ur pan, u like dick. and so on. lmao just wanted to clarify that so i wasn't hurting anybody's feelings. THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK.]

"hoseok, chill. if jimin's not ready yet, then that's fine."

"you're right, i'm sorry. it's just... we've been listening to you talk about namjoon since you moved in with him, jimin. you can't just mope around about him forever. eventually you're gonna have to make a move and see if you really wanna be with a dude."

hoseok knew jimin was gay, seokjin knew it too. deep down even jimin knew it, and he was also well aware of his feelings for joon, but it was a scary thought for him. he wasn't sure if it was... right.

"hoseok, stop. jimin can take all the time he-"

"no, hobi's right. i need to figure myself out. i need to figure out the namjoon thing, too."

"well, what are you gonna do?" hobi asked.

"i-i don't know."

"i do," jin said, smirking, "you should seduce him."

"jin!"

"what? you gotta do what you gotta do."

"i don't think you should. he may be straight, for all you know," hobi said, crossing his arms.

"hoseok, you're just mad because jimin doesn't wanna fuck you."

jimin turned bright red and hoseok just laughed.

"yeah, i guess you have a point. jimin, just do what you think is right, okay? you'll know when you're ready," hoseok said, giving him a few light pats on the back.

"thanks, hobi."

jimin leaned in and gave him a tight hug. hoseok blushed, hugging jimin back.

(ya'll remember hobi's face when namjoon touched him during the tension escalator thing... that's the face i imagine him making when jimin hugged him lmao)

"i'm just gonna be chill. i'll throw in some hints and be extra cute over the next couple weeks. hopefully he says something or makes a move. and if not... i'll just have to try and get over him. find someone better, who actually wants to be with me."

"i know a guy," hoseok said, smirking.

"hoseok, if you do that one more time, i swear to god-" jin said.

jimin just laughed out loud, his adorable smile showing. in that moment, he realized how much he loved his friends. they were so different, but somehow they all got along so well.

"jesus, i'm kidding."

"yeah, yeah. really, though, i think that's a great idea, jimin. if it works out, awesome. if not, then who gives a shit. you don't need him anyways."

"thanks. you're right."

"i know. i'm always right," jin said, jokingly.

the three boys just continued laughing, until they heard the bell ring, signaling someone was walking in the door.

they all got in their positions, trying to look professional, until jimin saw who it was.

namjoon.

"hey, hard worker," namjoon said, smiling at him, "seokjin, hoseok. how's it going?"

"hey namjoon," jin said, scooching off to the side with hobi, whispering and giggling with one another.

"j-joonie, what are you doing here?" jimin asked, running his fingers through his hair.

"i came to visit you at work. i wanted to see you in action and i thought we could use some flowers at the house. i thought it might... brighten up the place."

jimin glanced over joon's body and then back up to his face.

"y-yeah, sure. were you thinking of any flowers in specific?"

"maybe... like... tulips or some shit. i don't know."

"how about these?" jimin asked, pulling out a beautiful vase filled with various colorful flowers, "i just put it together a few minutes ago."

"it's... perfect," namjoon said, looking up at jimin, right in the eyes.

jimin stared back, admiring how beautiful joon was.

"h-here's the money," namjoon said, reaching his hand out.

"no, joonie, it's fine. on the house."

jimin went to push namjoon's hand away. when their fingers touched, he could swear his heart skipped a beat. he flinched, then turned bright red from embarrassment.

"no, let me pay."

"j-joonie, it's-"

"i want to," namjoon grabbed jimin's hand and placed the cash inside, shutting his fingers around it.

"i'll see you back home, okay?"

"o-okay. bye, joonie. thanks for coming."

the three boys were silent, waiting to hear the bell sound, signaling that he was leaving,

the second they heard it, hobi spoke up.

"shit."

"what?" jimin asked, confused.

"he likes you. he really fucking likes you."

"you think so?" jimin asked, lips curling.

"are you blind, jimin? did you see the way he looked at you? and his body language? you could cut the sexual tension with a knife," jin said, smirking.

"are you guys sure? i think he's just being friendly. we always act like that."

"friendly? do your friends fucking stare at you like you're a piece of meat?"

both of them stopped, looking over at hobi. he just smirked, shrugging his shoulders.

"okay, let me rephrase. do any of your friends, besides hobi, stare at you like you're a piece of meat."

"joonie doesn't look at me like that. i honestly think he looks at me like i'm a small little kitten or something. like... cute, but not in the way i want."

"he likes you, jimin. you'll see."

"whatever you say."

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