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“Alright, everyone on the couch,” the art director called out. After a long day of rehearsal, and another hour sitting in hair and makeup, trying to shove a few bites of cold food in their mouths between the stylist’s brushing, the team was ending their day with a promotional photoshoot. They’d already been up and moving for ten hours and everyone in the room was hoping the boys could just get it done quickly so they could all go home. They were all professionals of course--they were sure they’d be in and out--but it would still be at least a half hour of group shots and then another hour for everyone’s individuals. “Namjoon, far left. Then J-Hope, Jimin, Suga, Jungkook, Jin, then Tae on the end.”
Hoseok smiled, glad to have been placed next to his favorite dongsaeng, Park Jimin. Jimin was always so comfortable in the shoots, like Hoseok himself. Yoongi, Joon, Kook--they weren’t as eager to be in such close quarters for so long. They did it because the producers wanted them too and because ARMY always liked their soft, cuddly shots but they never really managed to relax and enjoy themselves. Jimin was much more comfortable with it. It came easy to him to put his arms around the others’ shoulders or to intertwine his legs with someone else’s. It came easy to Hoseok too. Hoseok suspected it was for different reasons (Hoseok was just an openly physical guy whereas Jimin seemed to prefer being in close quarters with men) but the result was the same. The two had very few boundaries with one another. This shoot would be a piece of cake for the pair--hell, it might even be fun.
“Photo buddies,” Hoseok said, tickling his friendly dongsaeng from behind as they headed toward the set. His practiced fingers found, so easily, the most sensitive spots between Jimin’s ribs and Jimin jumped and hissed in response.
“Aiish, hyung,” He batted Hoseok’s hands away but he couldn’t hide the sheepish smile that grew on his face. “No cuddling today,” he said wagging his finger at his hyung. He said it like a warning but he had a flirtatious glint in his eye. Even as he said the words, he was glad he could count on Hoseok ignoring them.
The elder nodded, playing along, “Of course. Strictly business.” They laughed together as they made themselves comfortable on the couch.
Comfortable. That’s how it always was with them. Easy. Both of them enjoyed physical affection and it wasn’t something they would have had the opportunity to have much of had it not been for each other. That’s why it felt as natural as breathing when Hoseok laid his hand on Jimin’s thigh and slowly moved it toward his hip. Jimin made a jokingly scolding face at him and the elder raised his eyebrows comically like a Vaudevillian villain in response. They laughed again and Hoseok slung his arm around Jimin’s narrow shoulders as the shoot began.
Hoseok was having a great time as he expected he would. The shoot was going well--flying by really. They should be done shortly. He shifted away from Namjoon whom he’d been trying to engage with a little skinship (to Joon’s credit, he’d really tried to come off natural but he was stiff and awkward and gave up the effort after three shots) and inched closer to his more receptive dongsaeng. Jimin looked a little bored--Hoseok assumed he’d had just as little success interacting with Yoongi as he’d had with Joon. Hoseok reached out and put his arm on Jimin’s shoulder, tugging at his earlobe with his long fingers. Jimin immediately leaned into Hoseok and slung his leg over one of his. Hoseok smiled. Comfortable. Easy. He moved his hand around the back of Jimin’s neck and pushed his hand into his hair, twisting the soft blonde strands between his fingers. Jimin bit at his lip, seducing the camera in his own impossibly cute way, and put his hand on Hoseok’s thigh. They flirted with each other like this back and forth, playing for the camera, falling into the moment as naturally as always.
Hoseok turned and fixed his gaze on Jimin, giving ARMY one of their favorite “hearts in his eyes” looks. It was easy to have hearts in his eyes for Jimin. There was so much of him to appreciate. At the moment, Hoseok found calling forth the feelings of adoration particularly easy. He admired his dongsaeng’s adorable apple cheeks, colored pink by the noona’s skillful makeup work. He admired his long eyelashes that perfectly framed his pretty brown eyes, his jawline that could have cut the strongest glass, and his lips that were plump and shiny with gloss. Hoseok felt the twinkle shine in his own eyes as he stared and smiled, fully aware of the fact that these next few frames in the photographer’s film would end up on every “JiHope” fansite out there (not that there were a great many). He was about to look away, his goal accomplished, when Jimin flashed a particularly charming smile that all but commanded Hoseok’s attention. He really did look great today. I mean, it was Jimin--he always looked great. But today he looked a little softer than normal--maybe it was his makeup? Or maybe it was his mood--his energy felt more confident, perhaps? Maybe there was nothing different about Jimin. Maybe Hoseok was just in a different mood. He was feeling extra hopeful today. Whatever the difference, Jimin had caught his eye in a way he hadn’t before. He was just so pretty...
Jimin must have felt Hoseok’s eyes burning into him and wondered why they had been there for so long, because Jimin slowly turned to meet his stare. Hoseok saw the opportunity for a better shot still and narrowed his eyes seductively. It was meant to be playful--he’d thought he made it look playful--but Hoseok inhaled softly, surprised, when he saw Jimin’s eyes darken and his plump, glossy lips part. It changed his face in such a way that it almost made Jimin unrecognizable to him. He looked so...grown up. Hoseok suddenly felt something warm curl somewhere below his stomach and he couldn’t help but wonder what Jimin was playing at. Jimin’s fingers dug tightly into Hoseok’s shoulder and he was suddenly aware of how close they were to each other. He could feel the heat radiating off of Jimin’s body. It was overwhelming for a moment and, as Hoseok held Jimin’s gaze he suddenly found himself imagining what it might be like to fuck him. Pin him down, bite his shoulder, bury his cock in him...‘Probably pretty fucking great,’ he thought, feeling his tongue just barely peak out to wet his lip which had gone inexplicably dry. Jimin caught the small movement and his eyes fluttered down to Hoseok’s now slick lips. Hoseok saw a barely perceptible smile tug at the corner of Jimin’s mouth as he turned his face, pink with real blush now, back to the camera. The tension broke so quickly, Hoseok was surprised there wasn’t an actual shattering sound echoing in the room. The strangely heated moment passed and evaporated so quickly, Hoseok felt a little dazed. He couldn’t help but smile widely, bewildered, laughing and cringing at the absurdity of his brief daydream, as he too turned back to face the camera.
The shoot ended not five minutes later and Hoseok jumped up to congratulate the team on a job well done, the brief--whatever it was--with Jimin all but forgotten. “WHOO! YEAH! High five high five!” he hollered, far more energetic than he had any right or reason to be, as he jumped on the couch. Jungkook joined him and Jin chimed in with a half-hearted “whoo!” but the rest of the team just grumbled and went on their way. Hoseok noticed Jimin sped out of the room faster than anyone and he wondered vaguely why his photo buddy was in such a rush. ‘I wasn’t done flirting,’ he thought with a laugh. Jumping off the couch, he saw Yoongi pull on his beanie and ran to catch up with him. If Jimin wasn’t in the mood to play anymore, he’d settle for teasing his hyung instead.