#and then ofc there's my beloved idiot squad... i want to do something for them some day maybe....

[flora-jimin]

Those Long Nights (1/2)

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Relationship: Hoseok x OFC, Endgame Min Yoonji x Hoseok

WC:2.7k

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Eventual Smut (in ch 2)

Tags: College Au, Fem!Yoongi, Breakups, Pining

TW: Breakups, Relationship Anxieties

A/N: Lordy it’s been forever since I posted a BTS work. I probably got quietly booted from my nets pls lmk if I did I’m sorry yeet but I’m back this one one has been sitting in the drafts forver, so I hope you all enjoy the first chapter.

Chapter 2

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“One, two, three-”

“Oh, sorry, sorry I went the wrong way. Can we start from the top again?”

A sigh.

“Yeah. One more time from the beginning, Hobi. One, two, three four, step, turn, st-” There was a series of noises, and the other members of the BTS dance squad looked up, cringing as Yoonji and Hoseok nearly fell over one another. The short woman paused, taking a long, collecting breath so she wouldn’t flip her lid before she looked up at Hoseok, cat-like eyes narrowed.

“Jung Hoseok.” Her jaw ticked in annoyance as she locked him down with her gaze, crossing her hands over her chest as he shrunk back, eyes fixed at his feet.

“I-I’m sorry, guys, I guess I’m not feeling too hot today.” He admitted, scratching the back of his head. He glanced at his phone after taking a long swig of water from his bottle, his lips pulling into a tight line before a frustrated sigh left his lips.

“I think I’m gonna head home. I’m sorry for fucking up the Run, I’ll try not to be so distracted next time. Don’t worry, I should have something for BTS at the next Run, alright? I’ll be leaving first.” He apologized, bowing low to his best friends as he ducked out of the room before any of them could stop him.

BTS, or Beyond the Scene, was the top dance crew at the Bighit School of the Performing Arts.

The six-man, one-woman group had near-perfect synergy with one another, playing off of each other's strengths and specialties to put on breathtaking performances. They often held “Run” practices, where Hoseok-the primary brain behind their choreography-would try and make up bits and pieces with Yoonji-who also came up with a lot of the concepts behind their routines- often producing music for the seven to dance to.

Until recently, everything had always gone smoothly at BTS Runs, but lately, Hoseok had been getting distracted and it was beginning to show with his lack of focus during his dancing.

Yoonji crossed her arms, shaking her head as she watched Hoseok’s brunette head disappear down the crowded halls.

“So...My money’s on the girlfriend.” Jin was the first to speak after a minute or two of awkward silence, stretching his arms over his head. Namjoon frowned, elbowing him in the side lightly.

He arched a brow.

“What? You know I’m right.” He huffed as Jimin hummed in agreement from his spot on the floor, his head resting in Jungkook’s lap as the two Busan boys rested nearby. Taehyung, who was lying sprawled out on the floor like a starfish, lifted his head, lightly wiggling the tips of his feet.

“I thought he really liked her? What was her name again?” He inquired.

“Kim Yoon Seo.” Yoonji answered, stepping over his legs as she moved to her duffle bag, grabbing a sports drink to quench her thirst. There was a mumble amongst the boys, as the name did ring a bell.

Kim Yoon Seo was one of their underclassmen, being in the same year as Taehyung and Jungkook. Her and Hoseok had started dating a few months ago-munch to Yoonji’s displeasure, though she would never admit it to anyone-and the two had been close ever since.

Or, that’s what it looked like at first.

“So...who’s gonna be the one to actually drag him by the heart-shaped ear and make him spill the beans? We can’t keep letting him pretend he’s okay when we all know he’s not.” Jungkook sighed, his fingers idly running through Jimin’s bubblegum pink hair.

There was a silence that stretched in the room, the only sound really being the crinkle of Yoonji’s drink bottle as she finished downing it, wiping her lips. She noticed the silence and looked over her shoulder, finding five pairs of eyes locked on her form.

Her eyes narrowed.

“Why do I have to be the one? You all know I’m not exactly good with my words and this is clearly a sensitive matter.” She put a hand on her hip, pointing at Namjoon.

“You’re the leader, Joon. Why can’t you do it?” She huffed. Namjoon scratched his head.

“Well, you guys technically nominated me as the leader because Jin and Hobi hyung didn’t want all of the “not fun” responsibilities and you didn’t want to be the one that had to, and I quote: “Keep you group of idiots in line 24/7”. Besides, you live right next to him. You two even come to school together.”

Yoonji clicked her tongue in annoyance before she sighed and nodded.

“Fine. I’ll do my best, but I won’t promise you anything.” She picked her duffle bag up and the boys all got on their feet as well. Jin clapped her on the shoulder, smiling wide at her as they filed out of the room.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, Yoon. You may not be the gentlest person with your words, but you still go above and beyond to help and that’s what counts. We don’t call you ‘Suga’ for nothing.” He beamed.

“You call me Suga because I told you to.” She reminded him, arching a brow. Jin tipped his head back, laughing joyously as he walked out of the room.

“Details, details.”

-Later-

Yoonji smiled as she dropped her duffle bag to the floor once she closed the door to her apartment, listening to the sound of claws on tile as her dog Min Holly came scurrying across the apartment to happily yip and bark at her feet.

She toed her shoes off, striding into her home, turning on lights as she went, all while Holly followed close behind, making a point to nudge her calves with every other step.

“I don’t know whether you’re happy to see me because you love me or because I give you food.” The Daegu dancer quipped, a small, knowing smirk coming to her face when Holly’s ears went up at the word ‘food’. She made her way to the kitchen, reaching into the cabinet to pull out a little cookie-shaped plastic container. Holly yipped, bouncing up and down as he watched his owner like a hawk.

He sat, he jumped, he walked in a circle, all to get Yoonji to move faster.

Yoonji knelt down, shaking the cookie-shaped container.

“Well, Holly-ya? Do you want Shooky to give you dinner?” She cooed, shaking ‘Shooky’ around so Holly knew there was food inside. He sat down obediently, pawing at Shooky’s head before letting out a small bark before waiting.

Satisfied, Yoonji screwed off the cap, pouring some food into Holly’s bowl before putting Shooky back into the cabinet, leaving her beloved dog to eat in peace.

She sat down heavily on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest, chewing on her thumbnail as she tried to think of how to approach Hobi. It was never a problem before with her bringing up concerns to him, as all of BTS were very close friends. They all cared deeply for each other.

In Yoonji’s case, she cared a bit too deeply for Hoseok.

She wasn’t sure when exactly she started seeing one of her best friends as more than that, but it was the very reason she couldn’t bring herself to stop Hoseok from dating Yoon Seo when he came to their group one practice, ecstatic because the girl confessed to him one spring day. Yoonji had bit back a protest with a fake smile, ignoring the concerned looks from the other BTS dancers.

Apparently the other five had caught onto her growing feelings for their lead dancer before she even realized them.

Her train of thought was cut off by Holly bounding into the living room, barking excitedly before looking at the door that led to the balcony. She stood, her socks sinking into the plush carpet under her feet as she made her way to the door, sliding it open to stick her head outside.

She could hear the sound of sniffling and shaky breathing and her heart dropped, stepping fully into the night, looking to the left.

Sure enough, Hoseok’s curled up form was on the balcony right beside hers as he tried to keep the sound of his weak sobs to a minimum. Yoonji closed the door to her balcony, taking a couple of long strides to lean on the edge of her balcony.

“Hobi…?”

He startled, jolting and nearly throwing his phone across his own balcony. Hoseok looked up, wiping his eyes furiously to try to fruitlessly cover up the fact that he was crying.

“Aigoo! Yoongs I told you about sneaking up on me!” He scolded her half-heartedly, putting a hand over his heart. She frowned, studying his face quietly.

His nose and cheeks were cherry red and his eyes were puffy. The way he held his phone was a near white-knuckled grip and refused to meet her gaze broke her heart.

“Hobi, we need to talk.”

“I’m fine, Noona, it’s nothing-”

“Hoseok. You’re messing up more than normal during our Runs, you won’t eat with us after practice, and now you’re crying on your balcony at 9 at night. Don’t you dare stand there and tell me you’re fine.” She scolded him fiercely, her eyes narrowing in such a way that made a shiver run down Hoseok’s spine. He looked down like a child that had gotten in trouble, idly rubbing his thumbs over the screen of his phone. Yoonji knew he was trying to find the words, so she waited, watching him like a hawk.

“Can...Can I come over and sit down to talk?”

Yoonji closed her eyes and exhaled for a moment before she nodded, pushing herself off of the railing.

“I’ll put some tea on and order some takeout.” was all she said before she left him be, walking back into her home. After she slid the glass door to the balcony closed, she leaned on it, running a hand down her face. She had no idea what was going on, but if Yoon Seo had done something to hurt Hoseok-

Yoonji let out a frustrated sigh, going back into the kitchen to put a pot of water to boil as she dialed a nearby restaurant to order chicken and lamb skewers. She moved to her cabinet, taking out two mugs from the colorful set she owned.

There was one for every member of BTS and an extra for Namjoon’s twin sister, Kim Amy. The young girl had the set made for the group as a present when they started their group and Yoonji had decided to hold onto it since she cooked a lot of meals for the boys when they decided to celebrate at home.

Yoonji had been so fond of her character ‘Shooky’, that she had some other dishes custom made with his smiling mischievous face on it. She grabbed her mug and the purple and blue horse one beside it. That one was Mang, Hoseok’s character.

She set the mugs down beside each other, settling a raspberry tea bag in each one. Her front door opened from somewhere behind her and she didn’t bat a lash. Hoseok had the key to her apartment and vice versa.

“Hey, Holly. You look so cute today, as always.” Hobi cooed, scratching the poodle behind the ears before he moved to sit at the dining room table.

“I’m here, Noona.”

Yoonji took a collecting breath, putting his mug in front of him before she set hers down on the other side of the table, sitting so she could look him in the eyes. He bowed slightly to thank her, moving his nervous hands to wrap around the mug, leaving his phone face down.

Yoonji studied him for a moment.

Hoseok often had trouble sitting still, but when he was upset, he always needed his hands to be busy or he’d breakdown. She let him fidget with the mug for a minute or so before she spoke.

“Okay. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Its….i-its Yoon Seo.” He sighed, shoulders slumping. Yoonji bit back the sly ‘no shit’ that was on the edge of her tongue, instead choosing to nod once to let him know she was listening and waiting for him to continue.

“Lately, she’s been pulling away from me. Spending less time with me, giving me less...attention…” He trailed off, and Yoonji could swear she watched him deflate as he muttered the last word.

“Aish, this is foolish. I sound like a loser-”

“Hoseok, if it’s bothering you, it’s not foolish to me. Tell me everything.” She pressed, reaching over to gently pat the top of his hands. He let out a shaky sigh, biting his lip.

“She doesn’t seem to want to do anything together anymore. I know she’s busy practicing and honestly so are we, so shouldn’t that make our free time more precious? She’ll go for hours ignoring me, but talk in the group chat with the other dancers. I just wish she would talk to me, y’know? If she needs space, I’ll give it to her. If she wants to spend extra time with her friends and family, obviously she has every right to but I...I don’t like being kept in the dark like this. Even when she does talk to me, she’s distracted or she seems annoyed with me even being there and I don’t know what to do.” Yoonji felt her lips part in a frown as tears welled up in Hoseok’s eyes.

“I feel like such a loser for being so sensitive. I probably sound like some attention hogging weirdo, don’t I?” He huffed out a humorless laugh, running his hand through his hair, pulling at the brunette locks. Yoonji stood and swatted his arm lightly to make him let go, frowning down at his sitting form.

“Hoseok, you’re her boyfriend. You have every right to want her to give you some more attention. If she’s making you feel like you’re a bother on her for wanting that much, she’s doing something wrong. Have you told her about how you feel?” She inquired, rubbing his shoulders for a moment before she went to take the boiling water off the stove. Hoseok sighed.

“I did. She said she didn’t know what I was talking about and that nothing had changed so I kind of...closed up after that. I started worrying about whether or not it really was my fault. Now I just...I don’t know. I feel like I’m going crazy.” The dancer admitted as Yoonji poured the water into both his and her mugs. Hoseok watched the magenta color bleed out off the tea bag, smiling as the raspberry scent wafted up into his nose.

Yoonji excused herself long enough to grab their takeout once the doorbell rang, hastily shoving a few large bills at the deliveryman and insisting that he keep the change so she could return to Hoseok.

Once the plates were served and the tea was diffused, the conversation died, with Hoseok momentarily forgetting his troubles as he ate happily. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, smiling slightly when she saw him relax for the first time since she found him on the balcony.

-Later-

“If you want me to talk to her, I will.” Yoonji’s quiet offer was almost too quiet for Hoseok to hear as the duo washed out their plates and mugs. His hands froze in the soapy water, turning to look at her with wide eyes.

“R-Really? You’ll talk to Yoon Seo for me?” He perked, smiling so wide she could see one of his little dimples. Her heart stuttered and she looked away, drying her hands off with some paper towels.

It made her heart sink into her shoes at the hopeful look in his eyes, but she nodded, regardless.

The happiness and wellbeing of your best friend comes before your pining, Min Yoonji. Remember that.

She smiled despite the pang of hurt in her heart and put a damp hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah. I’ll do it, no problem.”

Hoseok grinned wildly and pulled her into a hug, drawing a small, startled gasp from her as he spun her lightly.

“Thank you so much. I love you so much, noona!” He beamed. Yoonji bit her lip and pet his head lightly, standing on her tiptoes to fully reciprocate the hug.

“Yeah...I love you too, Hobi.”

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