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Meet me at your locker at the end of the day, the note had read. It was written on a small, pale pink post-it, in swirly handwriting. Jungkook stood by his locker, and absentmindedly twisted the lock. 


It was 2:30 now, and whoever had written the note (he was betting that it was that girl who kept hitting him with her hair, and then loudly apologizing while fluttering her weirdly long eyelashes) was now 5 minutes late, as class had ended at 2:25. 


Jungkook was about to walk away, crumpled note in his left fist, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. 


It was kim namjoon, the smartest boy at their school. They weren’t friends per se, but namjoon was related to taehyung, who was dating jimin, who was jungkook’s best friend. 


“Hey jungkook,” the elder said, smiling widely at him. 


“Hey namjoon. What’s up?” He asked. He guessed he could spare some time for taehyung’s cousin. 


namjoon smiled nervously. Jungkook watched as he wiped both hands onto his jeans, before adjusting his glasses, where they rested on the bridge of his nose. 


“I.. uh… I need to tell you something,” namjoon stuttered. 


jungkook smiled. “Sure, what is it? I’m just waiting for someone, so be quick.” 


Namjoon looked at him, confusedly. the elder shook his head, let out a breath before looking up at jungkook. 


“Jeon jungkook, I have a crush on you. I really like you, and I hope you like me too.” 


Jungkook stood there, stunned. He opened his mouth, and then snapped it shut again. “Word,” he said, pathetically. 


Namjoon frowned. “What-?” 


“Gotta go, bye, namjoon.” 




But jungkook was already running out of their high school. 


later, namjoon laid on his bed, while cursing seokjin and yoongi for convincing him to confess to jungkook. 


"in our defense," seokjin said, trying to hold back laughter, "we did not think he would say 'word' and then run away." 


"hyung!" namjoon groaned into his pillow. "he gaped at me like a goldfish and then left!" 


yoongi snickered. "I really thought that brat liked you, joon-ah. I heard he's into the smart ones." 


namjoon rolled over, and flopped onto seokjin. "thank you, yoongi-hyung. that makes me feel so much better." 


"yah, no need to be a brat." 


seokjin sighed, and wrapped his arm around the youngest. "he doesn't deserve you anyway, Joonie. if he's too stupid to realize what a great boy he has in front of him, then his own damn problem." 


namjoon pouted. "don't call him stupid. he's very smart!" 


yoongi snorted, "please joon-ah that boy did not have a single brain cell in that head of his." 


namjoon's pout increased. "I don't care! I really like him." 


seokjin and yoongi exchanged weary glances. namjoon seemed too deep for comfort. seokjin brushed the youngest's hair, and hummed a small song for him. 


"joonie, if he really wants you, he will fight for you. there's plenty of fish in the sea, honey," seokjin murmured softly. 


"jin-hyung is right, kiddo. you never know when the right fish will come pulling on your wire!" yoongi added enthusiastically. 


"yoongi, please, for the love of god, stop your weird fish analogies," seokjin said. 



the next day. namjoon tried hard to forget about jungkook's rejection. it helped that namjoon didn't see the young boy at school the entire day. 


it was the end of the day, and namjoon was by his locker, when his binder fell out of his grasp, and onto the floor. millions of papers he had mindlessly stuffed into the binder came spilling out all of the floor. he groaned, and bent down to slowly pick them all up. luckily, school had been over for an hour now, and he was the only one in the hall. 


namjoon grumbled as he picked up random papers, each with a different subject written on the sheet. "Jesus Christ, what did I keep in here?" he said. 


"oh wow, let me help you!"


namjoon looked up to see jung hoseok, the captain of the soccer and dance team at their school. he was older than namjoon, but only by a few months. they had only spoken once before this, when namjoon had to drop off a change of clothes for taehyung, during their rehearsal. 


"oh, hey, hoseok-ssi," namjoon said. "thanks for your help!" 


he smiled at the elder, and went back to picking up the papers, and didn't see the blush that spread across hoseok's face. 


"no problem, namjoon-ah," hoseok said. namjoon smiled at the friendly honorific. 


together, the two boys made quick work of the mess, and had collected all of namjoon's papers. hoseok handed over his pile, and namjoon pushed them all back into the binder. he would have to sort out the mess later. 


"you're a lifesaver, hoseok-ssi!" namjoon said, smiling. 


hoseok returned the smile. "hyung is just fine, namjoon-ah." 


namjoon smiled wider, "alright hyung." 


they awkwardly stood, smiling at each other till namjoon coughed, his cheeks a light pink. "I better get going, or i'll miss the last bus. I will see you tomorrow, hoseok-hyung." 


hoseok smiled, then slowly turned confused. "wait you take the bus? how far do you live?" 


namjoon shrugged. "not very far. it's a short 20 minute ride." 


hoseok frowned. "its cold outside, and the next bus doesn't come for 15 minutes. let me drive you home, namjoon-ah." 


namjoon shook his head. "no, it's really alright, hyung. I don't want you to have to go out of your way for me!" 


"it's really no problem, namjoon. who knows, maybe we live close to each other!" hoseok reassured the younger. "just let me drive you home? please?"


namjoon pouted. "...well alright. just this once!"


 "just this once," the elder promised. "come on, I wanna stop by mcdonalds for a burger! I'll buy you one, okay? hyung's orders!" 


namjoon giggled at elder's antics. "okay, hyung." 


the two left the building, giggling and brushing against each other the entire way to hoseok's car. 



little did they know, some little bunny was watching with a frown on his face. 



"bye, hyung," namjoon spoke. "thank you again for the ride." 


"no problem namjoon-ah. i'll pick you up tomorrow morning okay?" 


namjoon nodded, as a small blush graced his cheeks. "okay, hyung. i'll be waiting!"


"goodnight, joon." 


"night, hyung." 


namjoon entered his house, and quickly greeted his mother and father, before running upstairs to his room. he quickly threw his bag onto the rug, and pulled out his phone to text yoongi and seokjin.



okay. so. jung hoseok just dropped me off at. my house. thoughts?




wow, I really did not think this would happen so quick


namjoon stared down at his phone, and quickly responded to yoongi. 



what??? are you??? talking about???


didn't hoseok have a crush on you last year? he mentioned it during our trig class


oh yeah! I remember that. he was so embarrassed cause he though we were dating lmao


1. ew

2. why the fuck would I date you? 



in my defense, you never asked 

and I forgot


namjoon slammed his head onto his pillow. hoseok had liked him? had like liked him? it seemed too impossible to believe. namjoon thought back to their time in the car. hoseok had been nice, and sweet and really funny. he kept cracking jokes to try and make namjoon laugh. he even promised to pick namjoon up tomorrow morning for crying out loud! 


maybe he still likes me, namjoon thought. 


but there's jungkook! his brain reminded him. we can't forget about bunny boy! 


namjoon sighed, as it was true. he still really liked jungkook, even if the boy had rejected him. but a voice that, suspiciously, sounded like yoongi said forget about that brat! you have a great boy who likes you right here! go for it joon-ah!


maybe I should give it a chance? I still don't know for sure, but there's no harm in giving it a go, right?


and so, namjoon put his phone aside, and walked over to his closet. if he was gonna try and get hoseok to like him enough to ask him out (or something) he needed to plan accordingly. he pulled out the clothes that seokjin said looked the best on him, and left them out for tomorrow morning. 


with that thought, namjoon ate dinner, brushed his teeth, took a shower and went to sleep, dreaming of a new tomorrow. one that included a certain red haired boy. 



when his alarm rang that morning, namjoon was tempted to throw it out the window. then he remembered the conversation he had with hoseok last night. 


ill pick you up around 7:30 okay? ill text you when im outside. 


past namjoon had nodded. present namjoon looked at his alarm and instantly jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, pushing his little sister out of the way. 


"hey, not fair!" she yelled. 


"hyejin, now is not the time!" he yelled back before slamming the door in her face. he instantly rushed into his morning routine, and trying to wrestle his bed head into something mildly presentable. 


the clock had read 7:25. five minutes before hoseok was set to arrive. 


fuck fuck fuck, why am I so dumb? namjoon thought as he spit toothpaste into the sink. 


on the counter next to him, his phone dinged with a new message. 



hey im outside! ヾ(*ΦωΦ)ノ


oh my god, he uses  emojis. he uses emojis!


namjoon ran out of the bathroom, and back into his room, quickly pulling on the outfit he had picked out last night. thank god for past namjoon. he grabbed his backpack, checked for his materials, and ran out the door, yelling a small "bye!" to his parents as he left. 


"good morning, namjoon! are you ready for school?" hoseok asked, a smile on his face. 


namjoon felt the color rise on his cheeks. "yup, totally ready. haha, I can't wait!"


alas, he was not 'totally ready.' 


"you look nice, today, namjoon-ah," hoseok said, "I like your sweater." 


namjoon smiled. this was his favorite sweater, gifted to him by seokjin. "thank you, hyung. you look very nice today, too!" 


Hoseok was wearing an orange hoodie, with simple ripped jeans and orange converse. his hair was parted to the side, and his glasses rested nicely on his face. he blushed, and mumbled a small thank you to namjoon. 


"I got us Starbucks, by the way," hoseok said, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck. "unless you don't drink coffee! you don't have to take it, it was a stupid idea-" 


namjoon just smiled, and sat down next to him. "it's fine, I love coffee!" 


namjoon is a big fat liar, because he does not like coffee. 


hoseok sighed in relief. "here, this one is for you!" he handed a medium sized cup to namjoon. 


namjoon smiled, but inside he was dreading having to drink it. "thank you, hyung!" 


hoseok looked at him expectantly, and slowly namjoon took a sip. he tried to hide the grimace, and luckily succeeded, as hoseok turned to face the road, and started driving them to school. 


once they arrived at the school, and namjoon jumped out of hoseok's car. it was cold that day, and being the idiot he was, namjoon had forgotten to check the weather that morning. he shivered, and rubbed his hands up and down his arms, in an attempt to keep warm. he waited for hoseok in front of the car, and soon enough the elder came walking around. 


"it's really cold today, huh?" hoseok said. 


"yeah," namjoon replied, "I didn't bring my jacket with me." 


he could picture where his jacket was, right on the staircase leading up to his room. 


hoseok frowned. "I have an extra jacket in my car if you want it?" 


namjoon stared at the boy, and watched as he slowly turned red. "I mean, you don't have to take it, I just don't want you getting cold!" 


"i'll take it, please," namjoon giggled, and hoseok reopened his car, pulling out a letterman jacket with his surname stitched onto the front. hoseok shyly handed namjoon the jacket, and watched as he pulled it on. 


"is this your soccer jacket?" namjoon asked. 


hoseok nodded, but didn't say anything else. the bell rang, and all the students began to rush inside to class. namjoon pouted, because he didn't want to have to separate. 


"you wanna sit with me during lunch?" hoseok blurted out. namjoon nodded eagerly, and smiled wide at the older boy. 


"I'd like that!" he nearly shouted. "ill see you then?"


"yeah," hoseok said, and watched as namjoon ran into the building. he slowly followed behind, and once namjoon was out of sight, turned up the staircase to his homeroom class.