KNOWING ME, KNOWING YOU

(YOONGI'S POV)

I take a last glance at the blue sky after the door gets closed. I couldn't spend time with him earlier, so I want to surprise him now. Somehow, I don't remember him telling me he was going for a walk.

But my smile disappears when I turn around.

Hoseok's crying.

He has his head low, resting it on his legs.

I don't believe he saw me when he entered. I stay still. He's sobbing quietly, as if he doesn't want anyone to hear him. Did he do this all the time? Would I had known, if I wasn't in here now?

I kneel beside him, my hand goes directly to his shoulder and he jumps. He sighs after a few seconds, but the fear's still sparkling in his eyes.

"I won't waste my time asking if you're okay. What happened? Why are you crying?"

I analyse his face, but I don't see any wound and his body looks fine.

"What are you doing in here?" He blinks, a few tears rolling fast down his cheek.

"Hoseok."

He wipes his tears, looking at his feet.

"Won't you tell me what happened?"

He shakes his head. "You don't need to worry. It's nothing, but I just get emotional easily. You know me." He smiles, but it curves down with just a couple of seconds.

"You don't need to fake anything around me, Hoba. I won't judge you, and because I know you," I put his hair in a side, "I know these tears are painful ones."

"I don't want to talk about it, that's all."

I hum. "Do you remember that day in the bathroom? The day you ran to throw up?"

He nods.

"I told you you were acting weird, I still think it."

He bites his lips.

"I won't pressure you to tell me anything, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. I'd do anything for you, Hoba."

"Why?" He raises his head. The look in his eyes is the same, but something has changed.

"You're my best friend. More than that."

"Yeah, your brother." He clicks his tongue, his voice comes out bitterly.

"Yeah. Is something wrong with that?"

He shakes his head. "I want to be alone."

"I won't leave you alone, you're crying. Let me make you company."

"You wouldn't leave, even if I say so."

I chuckle, softly. "How well you know me, Hobi."

"I just. . . I just met someone I used to know."

"Were you close?"

"Kinda. No. But we spent a lot of time together. Too much time together. I-"

"Hobi, calm down, you're shacking." I pat his back. "You don't need to tell me, it's okay."

"I didn't want to see him again, never again." He cries.

"Him?" I tilt my head.

"Choi Bada." He rests his head on my shoulder, grabbing my shirt with his fists. I keep him close to me.

No way. Choi Bada is the one who sold me the guitar, are they the same person? I don't understand what could he had done to make Hoseok cry this way. I know he's weird, but Hoseok appears to know more about him.

I feel my sweatshirt wet over my skin. I've the feeling I'll have to have a talk with that guy. I won't pressure Hoseok to tell me whatever he doesn't want me to know, but I won't be specifically gentle with the other.

(JIMIN'S POV)

"Jungkook-ah!" I knock on his door three more times.

He opens the door, with a frown. "Jimin, you're annoying."

I ignore his comments and show my best smile, a smile no one can resist. "Jungkook-ah, help me to make lunch."

"Why me? Where's Jin? Ask your boyfriend if you need someone."

I whine. "Seokjin's with Namjoon and their room is locked. Taehyung is watching TV."

"So am I your last option?" He shakes his head, sighing.

"No! I didn't ask Hobi nor Yoongi yet. I expected you would say yes."

Jungkook tries to hide his smile with a pout, but ends up laughing either way. "I'll help you."

"You're the best." I say, opening the refrigerator. "What do you want to eat?"

"Rice and meat?"

"Perfect."

"Namjoon bought a rice maker, we can try it."

"Can you turn it on, please? I'm going to cook the meat."

"Yes, sir."

I put the first piece of meat in the pan, the hot oil makes little bubble sounds under it. I wait for a few minutes, until a white smoke flies above the food. I turn it to the other side, before checking on Jungkook.

"How is it going?"

"Good. We've to wait, "He looks closely at the device. "Fifteen minutes."

"Perfect. Pass me a large dish, please."

I put the first piece on the white plate. A few minutes later, I've all the meat cooked and the rice's ready to serve.

"Can you set the table, please?" I bit my eyelashes at a quick pace, but these things don't work with the bunny.

"You've hands and legs, too."

"I know." I grumble. "But please."

"I do it only if you help me."

I sigh, leaning on the counter. "In the end, two is better than one."

He smiles and opens the cupboard. "Seven plates and seven cups."

"Give me the plates, we'll come back to grab the cups later."

"Okay, wait." He struggles to let the cups into their place. I put my hand on top of his and the other on the other side.

"Be quick."

He's able to let them on their place and turns around to give me the plates without a warning.

The dishes are the only object separating our chests. I don't understand why these soft lips keep insisting to be close to mine all the time. I pull away after staring too much time.

"Go, I need to close it." I point out behind him, avoiding his eyes.

"Grab four cups, I'll get the rest in a moment." He almost runs out the kitchen.

Oh god, my conscience's going to keep torturing me for a while.

We place the last objects on the table and call for everyone to come eat. Seokjin has red marks on his neck — more images from my non healthy imagination come across my mind. Hoseok has his whole face red and his eyes are puffy.

"Hobi, why did you cry?" Taehyung asks, before I had the chance.

"He didn't cry." Yoongi blows the meat and put a piece in his mouth.

"But his eyes are puffy." Jungkok comments.

"And his face's red." I say.

"Guys." Yoongi gives us his menacing look.

"You did a great job." Seokjin says with his mouth full.

"Namjoon also did a good job." I grin.

Seokjin puts a hand on his neck, realizing he didn't cover the hickeys.

"Jimin, shut up."

"The day you stop bothering me, I'll gift you a cake." I stick out my tongue.

"And I'll gift you a cake the day you stop saying nonsense." Yoongi says back.

"Oh god, just stop it already."

"Yoongi's right, don't make Jinnie uncomfortable on purpose." Namjoon says.

"But you always tease me, it's not fair!"

"Because it's funny when we tease you, Chimmy Chimmy." Yoongi mocks.

All of them —, unless Hoseok, are laughing. I look at Taehyung next to me, he's keeping a straight face, even though I know he's holding his laugh as the corners of his lips move up. After a few moments, I let myself laugh with them, too.

Or at myself, I've lost track of the conversation.