So I have some ideas. I'm not going to reveal what, but I have some. Not just for this story specifically either. If all goes according to plan, you should be able to figure it out very soon.

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Jimin's POV

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First thought: HOLY SHIT HE'S KISSING ME WHAT THE HELL DO I DO?

Second though: wow his lips were actually really soft.

I sat there frozen for a moment, eyes screwed shut. Honestly I had no idea what was going on right now. I just knew Hoseok was kissing me and I was doing nothing about it. I wasn't sure what to do about it.

Before long, I snaked my arms around his neck awkwardly. We were still pressed together. He hooked his arms around my waist. I began to kiss back, and the response was instant. He dug his fingernails into my side, and I gasped at the sudden pain.

"You alright?" he murmured, pulling away long enough to look at me. But I pulled him back and crashed our lips together again. He squeaked, but soon relaxed and eased back to his original position. But be wrapped his arms around my middle instead of digging his fingers into my hips. Well, he wrapped one arm around me. He used the other to gently brush my hair from my eyes. God kissing him felt so...right. Like I was meant to do it.

"Jiminie?" Shit. Hoseok and I sprang apart, both panting heavily. "You down here sweetie?" mom called again.

"Yeah mom," I croaked out. God damnit Jimin snap out of it. "Is dinner ready?" I asked.

"Yes honey, come get it when your ready." And with that she closed the basement door. For the longest time, neither Hoseok nor I spoke to each other. In fact, he wouldn't even look at me.

"Hobi?" I asked hesitantly. He still didn't respond. "Hoseok, please talk," I pleaded. "About what happened..."

"Don't," he said, holding up a hand. I shut my mouth. "That was singlehandedly the most stupid thing I've ever done." I ducked my head, praying he wouldn't see the years already forming. God I was such a crybaby sometimes. I heard rustling, and suddenly there was nothing besides me. I flopped over awkwardly, and lay there staring at nothing. "I...I don't even like you that way." I screwed my eyes shut.

No, I thought. You have to. That kiss didn't mean nothing, did it? But what if it really did mean absolutely nothing at all to him? What if he just did it because he could, and it meant nothing at all to him? I curled up on my beanbag, hugging my knees to my chest. It couldn't have been nothing. I'd...felt something. Even if it wasn't love, or even like, I'd felt something. There's been some passion there.

But when I looked up all I saw were emotionless eyes and a neutral face. So he hadn't felt anything. My already low spirits dropped even lower. I hadn't been aware that was possible. Then why would he just suddenly kiss me? To prove that he was stronger than I was? To toy with my already confused emotions?

"I should go," was all I heard. Well that and the slamming of the door once again. I debating running after him, but decided it really wasn't worth it. I'd rather lay in a heap than try and pull myself together right now. What was I even thinking or feeling right now? Well I wasn't feeling g much of anything. Except numbness. It felt like someone eased me down into ice water and hour ago. I reached up and scrubbed my face. Why? Out of everyone at the school, why him?

"Jimin hyung?" I gasped as Kookie fell over top of me. "What are you doing down here all by yourself?" he asked. "And why did Hoseok leave so quickly? He just got here." I glanced up at Tae, who looked beyond worried. I couldn't muster the courage to tell them what actually happened. I didn't need to burden them with something like that. After all, we were all here to have a good time. I kissed Kookie's forehead, and he went cross-eyed trying to watch me.

"Nothing happened Jungkook," I said, plastering a fake smile on my face. "He forgot he had a prior commitment and had to rush out. He'll be back later." I think they both saw right through me, as they wore matching frowns. "Really guys, it's nothing at all," I said desperately. "Let's go eat dinner. I'm hungry." Lies
All lies. In fact, I felt like if I ate, I'd vomit. But better to appear normal and force myself to eat than not eat at all.

"Alright," Taehyung said at last, shrugging. That's one reason I loved my best friend so much. He'd never pressure me into talking if I didn't want to. "Come on Kookie. Jiminie will follow when he's ready." Jungkook frowned, but allowed himself to be led away. As soon as they were out of sight, my fake smile melted away.

It was so hard to appear strong while when you were breaking inside.

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Hoseok's POV

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I was a stupid, stupid boy.

Alright, let me explain in better detail. Yes, I was fully aware that kissing Jimin was stupid within itself. That had been a big mistake. Especially since I wasn't sure what my feelings towards him even were. No, I was incredibly stupid for leaving after I'd already kissed him.

Truth be told, I was positively terrified. I'd acted irrationally. And I definitely hadn't expected him to kiss me back. I'd let my out-of-control feelings take over.

And I'd hurt him.

God I could never live with myself if I'd permanently hurt him. I could tell as soon as I'd risen that I'd hurt him. Even if I couldn't see it, I could feel it. I could feel how betrayed and confused he'd been. This person, who was supposed to be his friend, if we were even that, had kissed him, then left.

I don't even like you that way... I stumbled blindly around, finally falling to my knees. The weight of my own words fell heavy on my shoulders. How could I even say something like that to him. That kiss meant everything to me. It tore to pieces to have to pretend I hadn't been affected by it. But my heart soared when our lips first touched. My skin still felt tingly in the places those delicate fingers touched.

"Hoseok?" I looked up at my name, shocked to see Yoongi in front of me. "What are you doing out here?" I glanced around, looking for his car. I found it easy enough. Someone waved at me from the passenger seat. I couldn't help myself; I smiled.

"Hey Xero," I greeted the silver-haired boy, rising to my feet once again. "So that's who you went to see." Yoongi blushed faintly, rubbing the back of his neck. I chuckled. "What happened to Hojoon?" I asked him innocently.

"Sangdo happened," Yoongi replied with a chuckle of his own. "Hojoon and I were friends anyway. I was trying to help him get Sangdo's attention."

"Ah," I said, finally understanding. Yoongi knew these group of boys the most, but we were all kind of mutual friends. "Why are you along tonight?" I asked Xero, who just shrugged.

"Snacks and movies with Yoongi," he said. "Wanna come?" I chewed my lower lip, debating. It would get my mind of things, sure, but I didn't want to feel like a third wheel again.

"No I'm okay," I said at last. Xero shrugged again. "Thank you though."

"Let me give you a ride home at least," Yoongi offered. "It's getting late. You don't need to be wandering around by yourself at this hour."

"Alright," I agreed at last. "Thank you Yoongi hyung." He just nodded, leading me to the car. I climbed in back and rested my cheek against the car window, staring at everything and nothing all at once. I let my thoughts run wild. A lot of them were about Jimin.

How did I feel towards the red head? I wasn't sure. But I certainly couldn't say I didn't like him when it was obvious I did, even if it was only a little bit.

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Jimin's POV

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I rolled onto my side and stared at the back of Taehyung's head, sighing quietly to myself. I really wished I could get to sleep for more than a few minutes. But I had no heart to wake my sleeping guests. Carefully, I climbed out of my bed (yes we were all sleeping in my bed. Yes, it was normal for us. Yes, your opinion was highly invalid). I wrapped myself in my robe and padded quietly down to the basement. I threw myself into my beanbag, pulling my notebook close to me.

My notebook held more than my choreography. It also held some of my thoughts and dreams. And nightmares in some cases. Which is what I wished today was. I long nightmare. And I'd wake up safe and sound in my bed, and nothing would be wrong. I'd still be happy.

I was happy that dad got the promotion, don't get me wrong. He'd worked really hard to get it. But I missed Busan. And I missed my old school, where I wasn't the new boy, and I had a group of friends already. I missed my old teachers, and I missed my old neighborhood.

And I was sad. And I was home sick. But I didn't want mom and dad to worry about me, since they had so much else to worry about. And they were doing their best to make this house feel like my home. But this was not the house I grew up in. This was not the house I learned everything as a child. This was not the house with the closet with childrens' scribbles. This was not the house with Taehyung down the block. This was not the house that held my first sleepover. This was not my home. My eyes watered. God I missed Busan so much.

I took a few breaths. I could not let mom and dad see me this upset. I don't even know what spurred this episode. Maybe being rejected by Hoseok. If I lost my friends here I'd be all alone. Sure I could talk to Taehyung and Jungkook whenever I wanted. But it wasn't the same as having them here. It would never be the same.

I curled up in my sleeping bag again, pulling my phone out of my pocket. Yesterday, I'd gotten everyone's numbers. I debated calling Yoongi, as he was the most level-headed of the group. Then I debated on Namjoon, who always listened quietly and offered advice. I put the phone to my ear, biting my lip.

"Hello?" a sleepy voice answered. I mentally sighed. Good, he'd picked up. "What's up Jimin?" Jin asked. "It's late you know."

"I know," I said guilty. "But I can't sleep, and it's kind of a long story."

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I think I'll end it there for now. Maybe pick up where I left off next chapter.