"When you smile during rain, remember there is someone else in misery because of the same."

-=+=-

Jin and Taehyung sat back at Namjoon's apartment awkwardly. Neither had spoken a word since Namjoon's departure.

Jin sat fiddling with his sleeves awkwardly, knowing he had messed up badly. He didn't mean to kiss Namjoon, he just couldn't help himself. He was already falling for him hard. He wanted to take it slow though.

Taehyung sat uncomfortably, not knowing whether he should comfort his friend or leave the apartment.

"J-Jin-hyung." Taehyung decided to speak up, he was nervous seeing Jin's depressed face as he looked up.

Jin didn't respond. He waited for the younger to speak but the younger didn't, leaving empty silence.

"I-I should get going now. I'll see you tomorrow Jin-hyung." Taehyung stood up immediately. He didn't realize how much Jin didn't want Taehyung to leave, but Taehyung at the moment definitely wasn't thinking straight.

Taehyung bowed slightly at Jin to show his respect before darting out of the apartment, the same way as Namjoon did, except this time much more calm.

Jin gulped and sat alone in Namjoon's apartment for a few more moments before standing up. He neatly folded the blankets and placed them on the couch. He turned off the television and walked out of Namjoon's apartment.

He walked straight back into his own and threw himself over his own covers.

Jin wanted to forget everything that happened this evening, he was tired and depressed.

He closed his eyes and hoped to drift off to sleep easily, but his mind wouldn't let him.

All that he could think about was a certain boy who lived next door and his name happened to be Kim Namjoon.

In that very moment, an idea struck him. Namjoon's book that he had written. Jin owned it but he hasn't read it yet. He should read it right now. Duh.

Jin climbed out of bed and headed towards his bookshelf. He stopped in front of his average sized bookshelf and started to look for a book called 'Come Back Home.'

Jin scanned the bookshelf, looking on every side of the book trying to find the correct name he was looking for.

When he wasn't able to find the book he was looking for, he started to pull out each book one by one. He didn't have way too many books, but neither did he have little.

Eventually he gave up about halfway through, telling himself that when he'd wake up the next morning he'd search for that book.

He wondered why Namjoon looked sad when he mentioned the book.

He shrugged the thought off and crawled back into his bed. Endless thoughts clouded his mind.

It ended up being a sleepless night for Jin.

-=+=-

Throughout the apartment, loud cries were heard.

"A-And he just kissed me! He has n-no right to do that!" Namjoon hiccuped. His head laid in Hoseok's lap while he told the story of what had happened earlier.

Yoongi, who sat across from the two boys sighed at hearing Namjoon's story. He didn't think something like this would have happened, especially after the incident.

Yoongi couldn't help but feel nothing but pity for Namjoon. Yoongi didn't understand what Namjoon felt, and he would never understand.

Hoseok, on the other hand, had felt something quite similar - though not quite to the extent that of which Namjoon was feeling.

Namjoon continued rambling on about Jin kissing him when Yoongi interrupted.

"Namjoon, just go to sleep alright?" He spoke, his voice laced with a sweet tone.

Namjoon blinked, he wanted to protest but ended up just nodding, knowing it was for the best.

He had to keep his mind off of Jin, how he kissed him. The kiss felt... it felt like he was back in the past and Namjoon hated it.

Eventually Namjoon drifted off to a deep slumber on Hoseok's lap. Hoseok lifted Namjoon up and carried him into his room before sitting back in the living room with Yoongi.

It was awkward for Yoongi and Hoseok, for they had not completely made up since the incident where they happened to let Namjoon get drunk.

"So." Yoongi stated. Hoseok raising an eyebrow at him.

"What?" Hoseok replied, his lips making sort of a frown. He didn't feel like talking to Yoongi.

"Hoseok, I told you I'm sorry." Yoongi sighed in exasperation.

"I know." Hoseok responded, glaring at Yoongi.

"Hobi- I- AGH NEVERMIND!" Yoongi raised his voice slightly before sauntering over to Hoseok who stared confusedly.

Next thing he knew, Yoongi slammed his lips against Hoseok, letting out a small moan from Hoseok.

"H-hyung!" Hoseok gasped, but then moved his lips against Yoongi's.

Yoongi slammed his tongue inside Hoseok's mouth, swirling his tongue and exploring every inch of his mouth.

Hoseok gripped Yoongi's ass as Yoongi climbed on top of Hoseok.

Yoongi let out a sexual nose of some sort and broke off the kiss.

"Hoseok, I've been meaning to tell you this for such a long time. I fucking love you." Yoongi grunted, as Hoseok started to suck on his neck.

"Shut up hyung, I love you too. Now fucking go down on me." Hoseok growled.

Yoongi chuckled, he liked seeing this side of Hoseok, the side that was less bright and more sexy.

Yoongi and Hoseok started to kiss again when they heard the doorbell ring.

An agitated Yoongi stood up, as Hoseok whined trying to get Yoongi to come back.

"Don't leave!" Hoseok complained. Yoongi frowned.

"We can't leave the guy hanging." Yoongi replied. Hoseok shook his head.

"Just make him think we aren't home." Hoseok insisted. Yoongi sighed.

"How do you even know it's a him?" Yoongi retorted, crossing his arms.

"I just do." Hoseok pouted.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and turned to head towards the door when Hoseok grabbed the back of his shirt.

"Hyuuuuuuuuung." Hoseok whined. Yoongi went to break out of Hoseok's grip when he realized the guy didn't even ring the doorbell a second time. He was most likely gone by now.

"The guy is probably gone by now." Yoongi sighed, and turned around to sit down next to Hoseok.

Hoseok smirked, knowing that he had 'won' the little fight thing they had, had.

"So, where were we?"

-=+=-

The next morning, Hoseok and Yoongi woke up entangled next to each other on Yoongi's bed.

"Good morning love." Yoongi whispered to Hoseok who laid his head against Yoongi's chest. They didn't do it last night, but they sure had one heck of a ride. (Wink, wink)

Hoseok yawned in response and snuggled closer to Yoongi.

"We should go check on Namjoon." Yoongi muttered, realization hitting him that Namjoon was still here and what had happened to the poor boy last night.

Not that Jin kissing him was bad, he supposed.

"Hyung you can go do that. I want to stay in bed." Hoseok groaned.

"Hobi, we both have to get up. We both have work today." Yoongi reminded him. Hoseok grimaced at the thought of work, but complied and moved off of Yoongi.

Yoongi stood up and stretched, he slowly made his way out of his room and walked out. He went to Hoseok's room, which was right across from his own when he realized the door was already open and Namjoon wasn't in bed.

"Namjoon?" Yoongi called out.

"In the kitchen!" He heard the boy respond. Yoongi headed down the hallway towards the kitchen and saw Namjoon making breakfast.

"You feeling better?" Yoongi hummed.

"Yes." Namjoon responded.

Yoongi could tell by the dark bags under Namjoon's eyes, and from his quiet response that Namjoon still wasn't feeling the greatest.

Yoongi frowned and went to open his mouth to speak again when the doorbell rang.

Yoongi groaned.

"For fucks sake." He muttered.

Yoongi turned and looked down the hallway to see Hoseok already heading towards the door.

Namjoon joined Yoongi and stood beside him to see who was at the door.

Neither of the three boys did not know who would show up at their door early in the morning. Yoongi and Hoseok didn't know many people who knew their address anyway.

Hoseok had one hand running through his hair while the other gripped the doorknob.

His hand twisted the doorknob and he slowly pulled open the door.

There, stood someone no one expected to see.

The moment Namjoon saw the man, everything in his body broke. Everything in his body came crashing down.

There, standing in the doorway was Namjoon's ex boyfriend.

Park Jimin.