Hoseok's face goes warm when Jimin says he didn't want to stop looking at him, and he can't really fathom it, that Jimin found him worth looking at all the way back then. He sometimes finds it hard to believe he's worth all the attention Jimin's giving him now, even when he considers that Jimin doesn't see him as undesirable as society generally does. He's not handsome like some of their other friends, or cute like some of the others, like Jimin is himself. Honestly Hoseok feels like everyone around him is so beautiful where he's plain at best and ugly at worst, and while his looks don't usually bother him, he wishes he could be nice looking for Jimin.

But he believes what Jimin says, can see that Jimin's telling the truth by the earnestness of his expression, and it makes Hoseok's heart ache. Jimin sees something in him, something precious, and Hoseok plans to treasure Jimin, wants to hold onto Jimin as long as he possibly can, forever if he has anything to say about it.

"It was the way looked at me," he says, gripping the sleeve of Jimin's coat in his fist, tightening the embrace of his arm about Jimin's shoulders. "When I saw you alone it reminded me of me," he goes on. "When I came over you stared at me like no one had ever spoken to you like that before. And then you smiled and I just, I guess I just knew. My brain said he's going to be my friend."

It sounds a little stupid, maybe, but that's exactly how he'd felt that day when he first saw Jimin's smile, when Jimin agreed to let Hoseok walk him home. And he'd approached Jimin for his sake, but very quickly Hoseok had realized that Jimin's friendship was going to change his life for the better, too. He just never realized how much better, not until now.