when he gets drunk and he starts confessing;; jung hoseok / 979
When Seokjin had requested for you to take one for the team to get Jung Hoseok off the dance floor, you made your request very clear that he owes you big time. It made no sense how it wasn’t your mess to begin with but suddenly is just because Hoseok couldn’t stop calling for you. You thought it was funny, hearing Jimin describe it before he lost his hyung and shoved the phone to Seokjin to explain how Hoseok went from using the glass as a receiver, to his own hand, to getting on his feet to find a phone he conveniently has in his pocket.
So that brings you to a place where the bass is too damned loud for anyone’s ears (or hearts) and your mind starting to go insane if you don’t find Hoseok quick enough. He knows just how much you hate events or functions like these because age must be wanting you to have peace and quiet but here you are and he better appreciate it now where is he?!
You can barely think straight as you make your way through the dance floor and surprise not surprise, once you reach the middle you see a familiar silhouette taking lead in moving their body fluidly, blending to the music as one but it doesn’t last for long when - “I swear on your ass, Hobi. We need to get out of here,”
One, you know he doesn’t recognise it’s you, especially not with clouded eyes blinded by alcohol. Two, he still gives into you by allowing you to pull him from the spotlight and that brings you to three. When he processes he’s being taken away from what’s taking his whole damned mind from the thoughts that he constantly overthinks and suffocates with, he retaliates.
“I wanna dance some more!” He whines, his tone taking up a notch because when he wants something, he wants something (more so when he’s drunk). “Let m-me get back out there!”
But you’re not having any of his bullshit.
“One more dance and you’ll be on the floor,”
“Down on the floor? Y-”hiccup”-ou want me to get down? I’ll get down!”
“Jung Hoseok,we’re getting out of here,” You make no room for him to disagree when you’re hauling him out before he can find his voice or words. He has no choice but to follow when you have his arm over your shoulder and it’s funny how he still doesn’t catch on who it is just yet. It’s a couple of steps down the sidewalk until the cool breeze meets his skin and - “Y/N…?”
“Yeah, hi,” You snort, heaving his arm over you so you can take part of his weight to make it easier to head back, “I see you’ve finally realized who’s walking you, huh?”
“How did you get here…?” He murmurs, yet he doesn’t have a problem with it. Well, he better not because if he has been calling for you nonstop and suddenly has a problem with you getting him home, drunk or not, you’ll beat his ass.
The walk home was… energy consuming but you’re not complaining. Hoseok seems to comply when you ask him to walk up the stairs and it’s not much of a struggle when he quiets down the moment he reaches his apartment. When you unlock the door and nudge for him to go in, he pulls you with him just as you close the grill.
He drags you to the sofa, in contrast how you were leading him and now as he lays down in comfort, he leaves you no choice when he asks: “C-Could you touch me?”
Your eyes are blown wide because - “Woah, okay, that’s not how you-”r voice is lost in your confusion when Hoseok grabs onto your hand and places it on his head, going the opposite direction your assumptions went and you’re partially grateful he won’t remember this (or at least you hope) because - “Please…?”
Sighing, you decide to use your leg to drag a stool over and sit so you’d have proper leverage to start stroking his head. It’s slow and it’s an irregular pace but it’s all Hoseok will take when he smiles the moment you’re willing to do what he wants. Looking at him from this position, he cranes his neck up to keep his eyes on you but you’re tilting his chin down.
“Get some rest, Hobi. You’re going to hate yourself in the morning,”
At first, he seems to hum in reply and hold onto your other hand as he closes his eyes. Before he drifts off into slumber he asks a question that stops your heart - and hand.
“Even if I hate myself, will you still like me like I like you?”
Gaping, Hoseok opens his eyes and you don’t realize you’re holding your breath to squeak out a shaky y-you like me?
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
This could go down both ways.
Psych, what were you thinking?
“I like you so much I feel like I’m about to lose my mind because this all feels like a dream. And when I wake up, it’s gonna suck so bad because you’re not even here…”
“…I don’t think it’s going to suck in the way you think because your hangover will show you who’s boss,”
“Why don’t you find out tomorrow morning, Hobi?”
((”what the fuck…”
“told you your hangover would show you whose boss,”
“yeah well-y/n? how are you - why are you - oh my god, last night i… did i say anything?”
“well, you did say you could still dance more on the dance floor,”
“and that you like me,”
“would it make it better if i said i like you as much as you like me?”