Hoseok's POV

We went up to his room. He entered first. I followed him inside and closed the door behind me. I couldn't help but look around a little. Taehyung put his backpack next to his desk and I walked over and did the same. I noticed a framed picture standing in one corner of the desk. It was Taehyung and his boyfriend. It was a selfie of them lying down. Taehyung's boyfriend was turned sideways and nuzzling his neck with closed eyes and Taehyung was smiling brightly. The picture stirred up a couple of different feelings inside me. Taehyung's smile was so bright and beautiful. I didn't think I had ever seen someone looking happier. And then I thought about how his boyfriend had thrown that away. Taehyung hadn't smiled like that for a while now. Especially not since their breakup.

“Hoseok?” I heard Taehyung say and was pulled out of my thoughts. I looked up.

“Taehyung? Can I ask you something?” I asked. He looked a little uncertain.

“What is it?”

I looked towards the photograph and then back at Taehyung.

“Why do you keep that photograph standing there? Isn't it making it worse to look at that every day?”

Taehyung looked down. He bit his lip and seemed to hesitate.

“I tried to put it away several times, but I...I just....I'm just not over it, yet.” he said and looked so sad that it made me feel bad, too.

“But seriously, it's not gonna make you feel better if you stare at that all the time.” I said and grabbed the picture. Taehyung was suddenly immediately up in my personal space and ripped it from my hands.

“Stop it, let's not talk about that anymore.” Taehyung said interrupting me and put the picture back on the desk, but turned it away. He then took his laptop.

“I guess we should start with some research on our topic.” he explained. I nodded. Taehyung sat down on his bed and opened the laptop. I joined him and tried to be as helpful as I could.

Taehyung's POV

We continuously worked for quite a while and time flew by quite fast. Also, we surprisingly worked quite well together and Hoseok was actually helping me and having productive ideas. At some point I just couldn't concentrate anymore, so I closed the laptop, put it aside and let myself fall backwards lying on my back.

“I need a break.” I said. I felt the bed dip and then Hoseok was lying next to me. There was still some space between us, but still it was unusually close for us. It was quiet for a moment.

“Should I play some music?” Hoseok asked. I was surprised by the suggestion, but just shrugged and said: “Sure. Why not?!”

A moment later he reached over his hand to give me his phone and said: “You choose something, I don't know what music you like.”

I was even more surprised, but took the phone and scrolled through Hoseok's music files. Our taste in music was shockingly similar. I saw some of my favorite songs among his music. I settled on one of them and pressed play. Then I put my arm back down between us, the phone resting in my hand.

“I love that song.” Hoseok said.

“Me, too.” I answered.

A few seconds later I heard Hoseok silently sing along to the song and was quite perplexed for a moment. I definitely hadn't expected that. When I concentrated on his voice I noticed that it was actually quite soft. It was calming. After a moment of hesitation I silently joined him and also sang along.

Hoseok's POV

Taehyung started singing, too and I almost stopped singing when I heard him sing in his deep voice. It was beautiful. When the song was nearing it's end I turned sideways facing Taehyung and propping my head up on my hand. I reached over and carefully took the phone from his hand accidentally touching it in the process. He looked over at me.

“My turn.” I said and scrolled through my phone to choose a song. A moment later Taehyung's phone vibrated. He pulled it out and looked at it. Suddenly he shot up and propped himself on his elbows staring at his phone.

“What's the matter?” I asked. He bit his lip looking a little troubled and then said:

“He texted me.”

He didn't have to elaborate, I knew who he was talking about.

“What did he write?”

“He's asking if I'm okay and how I'm doing.” Taehyung said still staring at his phone.

“Are you gonna answer?” I asked.

“I don't know. I don't really feel like talking to him.”

“Then don't.”

“But I also feel bad if I don't answer him.”

“You shouldn't. He was the one breaking up with you because of someone else, you don't owe him anything.” I said. Taehyung looked at me.

“It's not that easy.” he said. “He said I still mean a lot to him and we were friends before we became a couple.”

“But it's not really helpful if he keeps texting you. You'll only end up being more hurt.” I said. Taehyung then turned sideways and mirrored my position.

“Can I ask you something?” Taehyung asked looking at me.

“Sure.” I answered. He hesitated for a moment.

“Have you ever been in love? Not just a crush. Like really deeply in love?”

I was a bit taken aback and had to think for a moment.

“I don't know. I'm not sure.” I said a little uncertain.

“Then you'll probably not understand how I feel.” he responded and smiled a little bitterly.

“I loved him. I really did. And I know he loved me, too. I don't blame him for what happened to us. We should've known that it won't last.”

“But you-”

“It hurts. A lot.” he said and looked down. “But he's still important to me as a person and I know he didn't mean for this to happen and I know he's sorry.”

“You're defending him way too much.”

He chuckled a little.

“Yeah, I know.”

He put his other hand down on the blanket between us and traced patterns on it. I don't know what came over me, but I let my free hand slide across the blanket towards Taehyung's hand and reached out a finger slightly touching his.

“I'm sure things will get better soon.” I silently said, but I didn't look at him.

“Yeah.” Taehyung mumbled. “I hope so.”

And then he responded to my touch with his own fingers. The whole situation felt completely unreal to me, but it made it feel even more intensive. What the hell was I even doing? How had we come to this?

Taehyung's POV

A while later after awkwardly separating we managed to get back to work. I was sitting on the floor leaning my back on my bed and Hoseok was sitting next to me. We were working on a power-point for our presentation.

“Damnit, why is it not working?!” I exclaimed when a problem came up. Hoseok scooted closer and leaned in to see better. He reached over his arm and tried to fix it, but I couldn't concentrate on that. All I could think of was how close he was. I dared to look a little sideways at him and his face was closer than I had expected. What the hell was going on with me? What were those feelings? Where were they coming from? I couldn't have them towards Hoseok of all people! I felt my heart beat faster.

Hoseok's POV

Taehyung wasn't reacting and I felt his eyes on me so I looked aside and saw him staring at me. Our faces were closer than I had expected and I stopped breathing for a moment. Taehyung didn't look away and neither did I. He unconsciously his lips and I couldn't help looking down at his lips for my eyes to follow the movement.

I looked back up into his eyes and saw a hint of irritation. I felt the same. Neither of us moved.

Taehyung's POV

Hoseok was the first to look back at the laptop. He cleared his throat.

“I think I fixed it, it should be working now.” he said and I also looked at the laptop and just mumbled a silent: “Okay.”

Hoseok then looked at his phone as he scooted back to his former position and said: “It's quite late already, I think I should go.”

“Yeah, you're right. We can do the rest another time.” I answered and closed the laptop. We both got up and Hoseok took his backpack. I looked out the window and saw that it was already getting dark outside.

We went downstairs and he opened the front door, but turned around then leaning against the door frame and looking down. He seemed a little fidgety.

“About earlier...do you...” he started and then looked up at me as he added: “...accept my apology?”

I put my hands in my pockets and nervously swayed around a little.

“I'm not sure. I think I need more time to think about that. I still don't understand...this.” I said and made a vague gesture between us.

“Okay.” he said and it was followed by an awkward moment of us not knowing how to say goodbye.

“So, uhm, see you tomorrow.” I said to break the silence.

“Yeah.” he answered. For a moment we just looked into each other's eyes and in that moment I didn't see him as Hoseok, the cruel spiteful person that had bullied me every day, but as Hoseok, the person that had lain next to me and had sung songs with me and in a split second of it, I suddenly knew that I was starting to like him and that there was nothing I could do about it.

Jungkook's POV

Thankfully that day after the party had been Friday, so pretty much as soon as I came home I went straight to bed and slept for a few hours. I only woke up once to eat something and then slept again till the next day. I had really needed it and it was much more pleasant than being awake and having to think about Jimin and whatever was standing between us. When I was sleeping I didn't have to think about that. I didn't have to think about anything at all. When I woke up the next day I felt much better. As soon as I entered the kitchen my mother asked me all kind of questions. "Are you okay? How are you feeling? Did something happen? Are you ill?"

I sighed. I told her that I hadn't gotten much sleep during the week and that I just had to catch up on it. It wasn't a complete lie, but it wasn't exactly the whole truth either, but I just didn't want her to worry. I made myself some breakfast and ate.

Although I had slept well and felt refreshed there was some kind of uncomfortable feeling lingering inside me. It got worse when I thought about Jimin and what had happened the night of the party. What made it even worse was when I started wondering what had happened between Cara and Jimin and whether he had gone back to her house that night. My mind just wouldn't shut up. They seemed to be growing closer and closer and I felt like it was drifting me away from Jimin. I couldn't really blame Cara. I was rather angry at myself for having those kind of feelings. They were only making my life more complicated, but I couldn't help it.

Several times during that weekend I struggled with the decision whether to text Jimin or not. I stared at my phone. What would I even write? That I'm sorry? Jimin wouldn't just drop the topic. He would want to know why I had acted the way I had, but I wasn't ready to face that. I wouldn't have a good answer to that.

Sunday evening my phone vibrated. It was a message from Jimin. My heart immediately sped up. It was stupid. I told myself to calm down. Before opening the message, my head was already filled with scenarios and possibilities of what Jimin could've written. Would he swear at me? Be angry? Or would he apologize? For what even? Would he just try to make up with me?

With a nervously beating heart I opened the message.

'Hey Jungkook. Are you ready to talk?'

I stared at my phone. It was kind of just not what I had been expecting. It took me a while to contemplate and in the end I just didn't answer. It wasn't that I didn't want to make up with him, but I just....I don't know.

I distracted myself with homework for the rest of the evening.

My back hit the bed and suddenly I felt his lips graze the skin of my neck. I got goosebumps and automatically shut my eyes. I felt him place soft kisses across the side of my neck. I turned my head a little to the side to let him have better access. He softly nibbled my skin, but he got bolder quickly. Suddenly the soft kisses turned into open-mouthed ones and the feeling of his tongue on my skin sent shivers down my spine.

“Jimin~” I silently moaned out his name. It was a plea and at the same time a praise. He stopped at one particular spot and started on my skin. I couldn't stay still anymore. I wound underneath him and clasped my arms around his waist. His lips moved higher to my face and found mine. We were kissing. It wasn't as careful and uncertain as our first kiss. It was more intense. My hand slid into Jimin's hair and I grabbed a fistful of his hair as I felt him on my bottom lip. I let out a needy sound that was met by a similar moan from Jimin. Finally Jimin let his body collapse on mine and I felt him roll his hips against mine. The feeling was as intense as a lightning bolting through my veins. I pushed my hips up against his and Jimin moaned into my mouth. I shivered. We kept grinding against each other as we kissed and the feeling kept building up. It was getting stronger and stronger threatening to overwhelm me. Our lips parted and Jimin let his head fall to the side of my neck.

He moaned my name into my ear and I clasped his waist pushing him harder against me worming a high-pitched cry out of his beautiful lips. The feeling kept building and building....

I was harshly jolted from my dream as my alarm went off. I propped myself up on my elbows and turned it off. I was breathing heavily. I was still confused, but the reality of my dream slowly seeped into my mind and I let myself fall back into the mattress. Damnit. I ran my hands through my hair. I hadn't dreamed much about Jimin the last few days, but the dreams before that had never been as intense as that one. I was a little shocked and it took me a few minutes to calm down. What made it even harder was that I had a big fat morning wood from the dream.

A little less than an hour later I left the house to go to school. I was absolutely not in the mood for it. I was definitely not in the mood to face Jimin. Not after that dream. I still felt embarrassed and every time my thoughts only slightly drifted to Jimin the images of the dream flashed in my mind and I had to quickly force them away.

Then I remembered that I hadn't responded to Jimin's text message and started wondering how he would react. Would he confront me about it or just give up and leave me alone? My heart thumped fast and hard against my chest as I neared the school.