8
...so instead, he just says, "happy new years, yoongi," cold hands cupping the older male's cheeks and pulling him closer, before bending down to connect their lips together.
his cheeks become progressively warmer and his lips are so soft, hoseok wonders why he hasn't done this until now. there are butterflies in his stomach and his heart is beating so fast that he might fall into cardiac arrest, but it's such a nice feeling that he doesn't want it to...stop. so he leaves his lips there, lingering, eyes fluttering down to meet yoongi's half-lidded one. he looks so good, hoseok wants to—
"oppa, you missed out—holy jesus, dear lord—hoseok-ssi?"
yoongi inhales sharply and scrambles away, pink dusting his face as he throws hoseok a scandalized look. in a pastel blue sweater and grey sweats, younggi crosses her arms and arches her brow in an unimpressed manner.
"hey, younggi," hoseok coughs out, averting his eyes.
"i can't believe this, oh my god." she sighs in exasperation. "did you really come from gwangju just to give my brother a new years kiss?"
"...yeah."
she scrunches her nose, causing yoongi to visibly wince. "jesus, you're smitten."
hoseok opens his mouth to argue, when there's a deeper murmuring coming from behind younggi, and he finds himself gaping unattractively at yoongi's parents.
(yoongi looks like he wants to melt to the ground.)
"what's going on?" yoongi's dad grumbles out, his voice deeper than the sea.
ohshitfuckhe'ssoscrewed.
both hoseok and younggi start to speak at the same time, only to get cut off by yoongi. "this is, um, hoseok. my friend." (younggi snorts; hoseok rolls his eyes.) "he had really good news that he wanted to tell me in person."
hoseok expects his parents to be freaked out by the news. instead, this happens:
"a friend?" yoongi's mom squeaks in delight, her eyes wide. "oh my god, i didn't know you finally had a friend, yoongi, one that even came all the way over! it's a pleasure to meet you, i'm—"
"mom," comes the low whine from yoongi as purses his lips, visibly cringing.
"this is so cute," she coos, "i thought he'd never find a friend in university!"
turning around to face yoongi, hoseok can't help but bite back his laughter when he see's yoongi's cheeks bloom a bright red, pouty lips jutted out as he purses them in disdain. "have you never brought a friend over, or something?"
"shut up," he glowers, and it's absolutely adorable.
"we don't really have a guest room, but i think you can sleep in yoongi's ro—"
"NO."
it's younggi who speaks up, her eyes wide. "they're gonna get all weird and do frisky st—"
yoongi elbows her hard, shooting her a glare. "hoseok's perfectly welcome to sleep in my room, as we have a spare air mattress that he can use on the floor, away from my bed." he emphasizes each word; younggi still looks unconvinced.
hoseok's trying his best to hold in his laughter, while the siblings have a hawkish standoff with one another.
》》
joon
idk why yoongi complains so much
vegan isn't that bad
are you serious
yeah. its been a week, i feel prtty okay??
"namjoon says that you're weak."
"what do you mean—"
rolling on the air mattress down below, he gazes up fondly at yoongi, waving his phone back and forth. "he says that the vegan diet isn't that bad."
yoongi snorts, sitting up straighter. he rolls the sleeves of his bear pajamas up a little more, cross-legged on his bed as his fingers tap on his laptop. "okay, but he's doing it voluntarily, so it's not that bad. i was forced into it, no choice! no warning!"
okay but ur whipped ofc ur cool with it.
"speaking of, why is seokjin doing this vegan diet, anyways?"
the older boy drums his nails on the mousepad, eyes flicking back and forth between the screen and hoseok. "uh...seokjin was stressed because of all his school stuff, so he'd binge eat to relieve it, or to stay up when he was studying...and he couldn't go to the gym, either, so he was wailing about the amount of weight he was packing on...so i told him to eat healthier, and combined with jeongguk's grocery store shenanigans—you get vegan jin."
"i can't believe namjoon would sacrifice his holiday k-bbq fest to go vegan with seokjin," hoseok hums out thoughtfully, idly swiping through his facebook feed.
joon
okay but
breaking news
guess what
what
so i talked about the dating thing with jin, right.
"get yourself a man that would give up top sirloin for you," yoongi quips.
"i'd give up top sirloin for you," hoseok fires back, his gaze intent on yoongi. he tries to make it sound all romantic, like it's something that has a lot of value and would make a dramatic impact on his life.
there's a quiet pause, as yoongi's eyes settle on his own, not long after pushing the laptop aside and crawling to the edge of his bed. he folds his arms over the ledge and props his chin on top, a finger beckoning hoseok to come closer. so hoseok does, the air mattress squeaking with every moment, elbows digging into the cushion and head plopped into the palms of his hands.
"you shouldn't change yourself for my sake, or anyone's sake. stay your weird, dorky and somewhat cute plant-loving self, 'kay?" yoongi draws out, lips pulled into a half-smile half-grimace. he looks like the " :3 " emoticon, and hoseok can't help but give him a broad smile.
he's absolutely tingling, wanting to roll back and forth on the mattress and maybe yell loudly and how cute he looks right now (all he really needs are the cat ears) but he's in yoongi's room, and that's not very appropriate. a two-in-one-hoseok-and-younggi combo probably drives yoongi up the wall, and he'd rather not make things worse; so instead, he just leans up and bops yoongi's nose with his index.
the response is instantaneous: he scrunches his nose. "hey, what was that for—"
"you're super cute," hoseok blurts out. and it's okay, right? it should be okay to throw out 500 compliments that all mean the same thing, because yoongi likes him, and they don't sound creepy at this point, right? right, he thinks.
the blonde blinks repeatedly, and hoseok can see him struggling to maintain a straight face, lips tugging up into a smile.
"like, a super cute, cherub angel that fell from the sky—cause you know. you i was sleeping and then you tripped over me."
yoongi emits a strangled noise of protest, hands flying over to cover hoseok's mouth. "i thought you wouldn't recognize me and remember that!"
hoseok tugs off his hands, in the process, accidentally pulling yoongi down onto the air mattress. there's a loud yelp as yoongi ends up falling on top of him, shoulders pressed together as the rest of his body awkwardly hangs on the top of his bed. the older male's eyelashes flutter ever-so-slightly, and hoseok swears that he's trying his best to hold his breath while yoongi looks at him. he's so pretty, with his fairy-floss hair and pink cheeks and button nose, and god, hoseok's a heartbeat away from leaning in and ki—
a loud screech resonates through the room, and as hoseok turns to see a flash of pink disappear from the doorway, yoongi slides down, face planting into the air mattress. "what the hell was that—"
"younggi's paranoid that we're gonna fuck," yoongi hums out, rolling over so that he's lying on his back. his head lifts up to peer at hoseok, a lopsided grin plastered on his face.
"i—of course we aren't, that's too soon, jesus—" hoseok coughs, scandalized at his bluntness.
an eyebrow raised, yoongi cocks his head to the side. "weren't you the one sending asking me to send nudes?"
"i was kidding, i would never do such a thing; i, jung hoseok, a pure and civil—"
"okay but, what would you do if i actually sent something?"
he winces, not knowing how to respond truthfully to the question without sounding like a prick.
"that's what i thought," yoongi fucking s m i r k s, (dear lord please save jung hoseok, how can one handle such an adorable baby demon) "so don't go off bullshitting, seokseok."
》》
joon
so okay seokjin thought about dating me
and then he changed his mind
and now i have to take home economics 101 jin style and take a final and if i pass it
t h e n
i can date him
joon
did u fucking seenzone me
IM SORRY I WAS BUSY IWJDOAJOAWD
okay but
wdym home ecnomics jin style final what the fuck
okay so let me tell you the full deal:
"does seokjin have a kink for testing?"
yoongi wrinkles his nose. "ew, why would you even ask that?"
"don't scrunch up your face, that'll give you wrinkles," younggi reprimands, adjusting her facemask, courtesy of the mins, who insisted that all three of them get together in order not to make yoongi's sister feel too lonely. "but anyways, that sounds gross."
hoseok closes his eyes as yoongi spreads the clay mask over his forehead. "apparently, namjoon has to take a home economics final if he wants to date seokjin." he can feel yoongi's fingers rubbing through his skin, low hum ringing out.
"seokjin? yoongi's roommate?" younggi perks up in slight interest.
"he likes hoseok's best friend," comes the quiet chortle. hoseok cracks an eye open, gloating quietly as younggi knits her eyebrows in annoyance.
joon
so you know how i always bring seokjin cut apples and strawberries and grapes whenever i like pick him up from his night shifts or i just drop by right
so uh to tell you the truth
i bought them all at the supermarket
but i told him i cut it
so he asked me like yesterday to cut him an apple because he was too tired
and i kind of got busted
and he got mad at me bc i lied to him for a three 3 years
about knowing how to cut an apple
and so he was like
"I CAN'T DATE A MAN THAT DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO CUT AN APPLE" all dramatically
so he's going to train me in home ecnomics
and then i have to take a "potential candidate for jin's future husband" test
and pass it
to date him
younggi is the first one to burst into giggles, body thrown off course as she rocks on hoseok's air mattress, causing it to wobble up and down, while yoongi frantically screws on the cap of his face mask. "oh my god—does he really not know how to cut an apple?"
hoseok opens his mouth to defend his best friend, but to be honest, he's never seen namjoon cut an apple. if hoseok ever asks, he just claims to be too lazy and go to cut it instead of bossing people around. "...i...am honestly not...surprised."
yoongi rubs his own face mask into his skin, wrapping the plastic wrap into a neat little ball, before leaning over to grab younggi's. "project domesticate namjoon, wow. i'm into it."
"oppa!" younggi chirps up, her eyes suddenly rounder than usual when she looks at yoongi, who slowly stands up. "you know, since we can't talk in about five minutes, it's a perfect time for kdramas and ice cream and face masks!" she cheers loudly, and before yoongi can sputter out protest, younggi cuts him off. "hoseok-ssi already knows you like dramas, so can you get three spoons, neapolitan?"
there's a certain charm about younggi, the kind that sucks you in and makes it impossible to say no. yoongi looks conflicted, like he's going to step his foot down and take authority, but to both of their amusement, he ends up rolling his eyes and stalking out of the room. hoseok barely watches the back of yoongi's striped crewneck disappear before his thoughts are disrupted by a loud snap.
"you know i really mean it when i saw not to hurt him, right?" younggi stares at him intently.
"of course. i wouldn't do a thing." hoseok manages to sound out, his face growing stiffer by the minute.
"i'm really serious. you're like, yoongi's first boyfriend."
hoseok chokes. "i. wait, really? you're not kidding?"
younggi narrows her eyes. "look, my dumb brother existed for like, 21 years, and no one really gave a shit about him, and then all of a sudden he dyes his hair and he has actually friends and somehow gains a boyfriend. so i'm just saying...please be nice towards him?"
wow, all of a sudden, it's like 500 tons of pressure was dumped on hoseok's head.
"i don't know if you've noticed, but he's kind of...awkward. and he's never really dated anyone, so he's really bad with signals and timings and probably doesn't really know when to do what, so don't think he's naive or disinterested." younggi quips, head nodding in affirmation.
he wants to say something back, but the mask has kind of hardened and tightened around his face, so he looks like he's just grimacing at younggi, which is totally not the intention.
(luckily, younggi seems to understand; eyes crinkling up, she scoots back into mattress, picking up her phone like nothing ever happened.)
yoongi comes in a few seconds later, plopping down in the dead center of two of them as he hooks up his laptop and sets the carton in the middle. "hoseok, have you seen...goblin?"
he shakes his head, lips parted barely enough to slide the spoon of chocolate ice cream in.
both of the min siblings gape at him, a mixture of awe and disgust running through their faces. he swears that they're not just brother-and-sister; they're identical twins, judging from the way they gush about the drama.
》》
B☆NGT☆N SQU☆D
SKJN3000
hey
i have a really big emergency
is anyone on
T
what happened
are you okay
SKJN3000
send me lives on candy crush
im out
i really wanna pass this level
jihuahua
It's 2017 Who Plays Candy Crush Anymore
SKJN3000
joon does
JE0N
allmyfriendsareheathenstakeitslow.mp3
domestically challenged
candy crush is great
Hosucc
wtf you're on level 7 you can't say it's great
SKJN3000
listen some people improve slowly over time don't talk to him like that
domestically challenged
yeah hoseok
Hosucc
@Min Yoongi pls help defend me
yoongogo power rangers
hoseok is doing okay, i guess.
domestically challenged
"i guess"
Hosucc
baby : ((
T
what
SKJN3000
what
JE0n
what
"...did you just...do that?"
"autocorrect, i swear, i didn't mean it, i—"
yoongi snickers lightly, hugging his backpack as his body jolts from the moving train. he leans into hoseok, chin comfortably pressed into his shoulders as he peers at the phone. "good luck covering that up to seokjin, baby," he drawls out mockingly, head turning to hide the stupid grin.
he's too cute to yell at, hoseok's heart bemoans.
SKJN3000
"baby"
explain??????
Hosucc
i meant baby as in jk
bc u know he's a baby
help defend me
[SMS]
JUNKRAT u r not smooth.
8:07 AM.
[SMS]
joon I CAN LITERALLY SEE STEAM FROM SEOKJINS FACE
8:07 AM.
[SMS]
jimjam when r u telling sj hyung? i was gonna message something in the chat and jjk...
8:07 AM.
"kill me now," hoseok moans out, sliding down in the plastic seat.
yoongi only laughs, patting the top of hoseok's head. "awh, do you want me to pull out the sword so that you'll feel better?"
hoseok squints at him. "you're actually considering killing me, ji yoon-tak?"
he stops laughing almost immediately, responding with a wrinkle of his nose. "yoon-tak? my god, hoseok, what are you, the hokkaebi, now?"
"and if you think about it, namjoon's like, the grim reaper—joonbin—and seokjin's sunny. seonny."
the older male looks absolutely repulsed, picking up his own phone and typing in something quick. hoseok's own phone vibrates once, before it follows a series of nonstop buzzing.
B☆NGT☆N SQU☆D
yoongogo power rangers
okay but did anyone watch the newest episode of goblin
SKJN3000
OH MY GOD THE ENDING KILLED ME
T
ME AND JIMIN WERE SHAKING
JE0N
DON'T SPOIL IT FOR ME I STILL NEED TO WATCH IT
jihuahua
KICK HIM OUT THE CHAT I NEED TO TALK ABOUT JI EUN TAK AND KIM SHIN
"there, i saved you. no need to make terrible goblin jokes anymore."
and before his mind processes that, he mumbles out "love you," to yoongi. god, no, this isn't the way he wanted it to go, he wanted some cute scenery and lovey dovey eyes staring at each other, sipping wine and sighing out dreamily like—
"love you, too," min yoongi says to jung hoseok on the train to seoul, a reply so quick that it gives hoseok whiplash over his heartstrings.
》》
winter break ends, and they settle back into their old routines. seokjin bakes welcome back cakes for everyone (with a little help from namjoon), tofu is returned back to his loving owners jimin and taehyung, namjoon hauls his bag back to the dorm, yoongi and hoseok unpack their things in their respective rooms, and jeongguk rushes to the bowling alley to meet "a friend".
they've really only spent like, three and a half days together, but it's enough content for a boy to dream. one day, they'll live together and be grossly domestic, wearing face masks and giggling like dumb idiots, and maybe they'll sit on the couch and eat takeout, or they'll watch videos of taehyung and jeongguk being stupid and laugh at them, or just. a variety of things, he likes to think.
life feels a lot more breathable now that he's able to kind of openly dote on yoongi, give him cute names and occasionally peck his cheek, and shit like that.
》》
"you know, i always wondered...why did you spontaneously dye your hair mint? it doesn't seem like...you."
the two of them sit side-by-side on hoseok's couch, playing footsies with their striped socks. as much as he wants to wrap his arm around yoongi and tug him closer to him, he doesn't want to feel like they're moving too fast, and just lets his arm squish yoongi's.
"mm..." yoongi hums out, his thumb flicking lazily over twitter. "it was, um, a dare. we were doing this group bonding thingy for welcoming committee, and our group decided to play truth or dare. and uh, i got dare...and we were kind of drunk, so one girl dared me to bleach and dye my hair mint, and i just...went with it?"
"you let a drunk girl bleach and dye your hair on the spot?"
"yeah, she was a medical student and couldn't dye her hair anymore, but had a bunch of leftovers, so...i did it. and seokjin said it looked nice, so i kind of kept it for a little longer than intended. look i make bad decisions when i'm drunk, okay—"
"you kissed me when you were drunk, i don't think that's a bad idea," hoseok counters quickly.
yoongi shoots straight up, mouth wide open. "i did not."
hoseok grins. "yeah, on halloween, you were like—hobi, hobi come here!" hoseok raises his voice, battering his eyelashes playfully. "and then i came over, and—that's all i can tell you."
the older male huffs, nudging hoseok. "what? no, you have to finish it, you can't just leave me hangin' like that!"
"then...i guess you should tell me what happened when i got drunk on the night of the summer party," hoseok throws out slyly, eyes shiftily looking over.
"no deal."
"i guess, you'll never find out..."
"seok-seok," yoongi drawls out, playfully rubbing his shoulder against hoseok's in a very cat-like manner. wow, why is hoseok so weak for this concept, it's a terrible thing.
"yoongi poongie," the younger mocks back, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.
the blonde boy studies him for a few seconds longer, before pushing hoseok down so that his back his flat against the surface of the sofa, while yoongi sprawls out on top of him. he folds his arms on hoseok's chest, cheek smushed against them as he gazes earnestly at hoseok. oh god, he's actually sweating at how close their proximity is, and the fact that yoongi's having that ugly innocent-coy-smile isn't helping his case, either. hoseok is exactly three seconds away from combusting, and the fact that yoongi's lips are extra pouty when he talks aren't doing much better. "seok-seokkie, you should tell me what happened on halloween."
he's trying to think of all the ugly things in the world, like namjoon crying over not being able to slice an apple, in order to restraint himself from cupping yoongi's cheeks and making out with him profusely. or maybe the image of seokjin getting mad and chasing him around the kitchen with a spatula would be good too, that's good enough to scare the heebie jeebies out of hoseok and prevent him from doing something stupid like grinding against him and—
"i really think we should try out green smoothies, it's good prac—"
seokjin's walking in with namjoon, who immediately turns around to walk back out the door. hoseok jolts up, and with a loud shriek, yoongi tumbles down on the floor, phone clattering besides him.
"hello there," he says, slowly, eyes blinking, grocery bags still swaying by his side.
yoongi's head turns to peer underneath the sofa, while hoseok prays to a benevolent god out there to let him live another day, because he hasn't told yoongi "i love you" yet and therefore, can't die.
"we, uh," yoongi stutters out, clearing his throat. "hoseok lost his keys and was panicking about them, so i decided to help him look."
( dear person in the heavens, thank you for giving me a smart boyfriend a m e n . )
"oh, really." seokjin arches an eyebrow, lips pursed together in a rather unamused mannerism.
hoseok only laughs nervously, fishing around his pockets to subtly pull them out, hiding them in his sleeves as he shoves his hand deep into the cushions. "but you're here now, so should we, uh, all eat together? and maybe i'll somehow find it?"
seokjin smiles, and it's like elsa shooting icicles into hoseok's heart, making him freeze for 500 years until yoongi can sneak by and melt him by the power of love. (or maybe it's namjoon, and he'll use brotherly love to melt both the mildly evil ice king's heart and poor jung hoseok.)
"it's been awhile since we've talked, hasn't it?"
》》
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hi! i'm 20, male, and i've been dating this guy for like, 2 months, and he's really cute and all, but i wanna ask him out on a date since we've never been on one. he's quiet, really introverted and kind of shy. how do i subtly ask him out without overwhelming him? is it too soon? and if you have any ideas, where should i take him?
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hi! i'm 20, male, and i've been dating this guy for like, 2 months, and he's really cute and all, but i wanna ask him out on a date since we've never been on one. he's quiet, really introverted and kind of shy. how do i subtly ask him out without overwhelming him? is it too soon? and if you have any ideas, where should i take him?
joon
how do i subtly ask yoongi on a date
joon
is it too soon
joon
should i wait instead
retaener teeth
hey
do u think it's too soon to ask yoongi out
didn't u already date like 3 people prior to yoongi
yes but i need to be the perfect first boyfriend so pls help me out
,,,,hyung.....
why don't you just chill
like yoongi
I Have No Chill
[SMS]
cactus boy hey.
2: 46 PM.
[SMS]
cactus boy do you wanna go on a date?
2:46 PM.
[SMS]
cactus boy i'm bored, lol.
2:47 PM.
》》
it's like yoongi understands him, somehow, despite being on the opposite scale of personality.
they're both trudging through the snow, boots crunching the snow from beneath them. a starbucks date doesn't sound like much to most people, but to hoseok, it means the world. chattering animatedly, standing in a cozy line, ordering hot chocolate and sharing a croissant is rather romantic, in hoseok's eyes. they even take a selca, pink noses contrasting with the whiteness of the scenery.
halfway through the quad, yoongi stops, his eyes fixated on the sight in front of him. hoseok stops with him, following his trail.
"is that...namjoon and seokjin?"
it's easy to spot seokjin in his pastel blue parka, limbs flailing wildly as he chases namjoon around a tree. namjoon's walking backwards, still facing him, wearing a puffy black jacket as he waves a snowball back and forth, as if it's going to intimidate seokjin. newsflash, it doesn't, and seokjin pelts him with a massive, snowball.
yoongi's so absorbed in the sight that he doesn't notice hoseok backing away, slowly crouching to the ground and packing snow together to form a lopsided ball. the elder clicks his tongue, taking a sip of his drink."they're so childish, who even—"
before he can finish his words, hoseok throws the poorly-made snowball at yoongi. it collapses midair, sprinkling on yoongi's woolen trenchcoat instead. the blonde stands still, blinking in shock as snow clumps on his jacket. he's like a little snow fairy, hoseok thinks, with his golden halo of hair and his pale skin and the snow that accumulates on his eyelashes and face. he's dazed by the sight, and all he can think about is how good yoongi looks, and how hoseok needs to buy a dslr and be yoongi's #1 fansite.
(gwangu to daegu, 9301391012 million followers on twitter.)
in the process of fantasizing, he doesn't notice yoongi crouching down and setting his starbucks cup down, doesn't notice him standing back up, doesn't notice him eyeing hoseok, until all of a sudden his brain short-circuits as coldness hits his face.
yoongi emits a mortified wail, hobbling over through the snow. "oh my god, i didn't mean to hit you square in the face, i thought you'd move—"
(an angel!!!!!)
hoseok only responds by putting down his nearly-empty starbucks cup and grabbing two fistfulls of snow, smashing them together to form a repulsive lump. yoongi sees it and starts to turn away, but it's too late!! hoseok strikes!! and he scores!!!
the angel that he calls his soulmate only laughs, and soon they launch into their version of a somewhat-flirty-somewhat-intense snowball fight, "ha! i got you!" mixed with "baby, i'm so, so sorry, did that hurt" mixed with "take that" and "seok-seok, are you okay, should i stop".
"i can't believe you four are having a snowball fight without us," comes a loud complaint, and hoseok and yoongi turn towards the direction.
jimin, taehyung, and jeongguk look mildly mad and annoyed, their arms filled with what looks like tens and twenties of small, perfectly made, snowballs.
"guess this means y'll gotta get punished!" jeongguk screeches, his arm already working itself on throwing the perfect snowball pitch.
eyeing namjoon and seokjin slowly stumbling backwards, hoseok reaches out to grab yoongi's hand, interconnected their sleeves to form a long tunnel of warmth. "you know what we should do?"
his eyes gleam with mischief. "run."
》》
B☆NGT☆N SQU☆D
T
U KNOW WHATS THIS THURS
SKJN3000
what
T
CYPHER CLUB PERFORMMMANNNNNNCEEE
INTRODUCING: KIM NAMJOON AKA RM
KIM TAEHYUNG AKA TAEBABE
JUNG HOSEOK AKA JHOPE
u know the drill be there or b boRIINGG
jihuahua
@Min Yoongi have u ever been to a cypher club performance
yoongogo power rangers
no.
T
YOU HAVE TO COME
@Jeon Jeongguk YOU HAVE TO COME TO
HYPPPPPPEPEEEEEE
THE BEST THING YOULL EVER SEE
yoongogo power rangers!
i don't...know..
domestically challenged
awh hyung it's not that bad
you should come!!
you can always hang out in the back
dont u wanna see us perform : (
SKJN3000
i'll stay behind if you want, too, yoongi!
we can jam together, we can have fun.
T
p l s hyung : ((
@Jung Hoseok say something !!!!!
Hosucc
it would be really fun with you around, hyung!
but if you don't wanna, you should just come to the after party, it's just as good but with less people!
yoongogo power rangers!
hm.
okay, i'll go, but only because i like you guys.
T
YAAYAYAYAAYAY
jihuahua
: ) : )
we like you too hyung
but some of us like you a little more than just like
; )
JE0N
can i bring a friend
T
boi who's this friend
ur
boooooooyfriend? ;)
JE0N
wtf no we're just friends
it's my coworker yug
SKJN3000
please, if it was a boyfriend, we'd all know by now.
as of now, this group chat is unfortunately full of single people.
: , )
T
...right.
jihuahua
...right.
JE0N
....right. (3)
SKJN3000
wtf
did i say something wrong????
》》
usually, hoseok isn't nervous for cypher club performances. performance is built in his blood, it's what makes him live and gives him life. but today, it's not the audience, or the set, or the song choices; it's the fact that somewhere in that crowd, min yoongi is going to be standing there all awkwardly, all his attention focused on jung hoseok.
min yoongi is kind of his world, as of now, so it's basically the whole world looking at him, anticipating his performance. which makes sense as to why it feels so nerve-wracking.
he hasn't seen yoongi all day, too busy rehearsing his songs and getting ready for the stage. 8 pm strikes, and here he stands on the sidelines, straightening his shirt. taehyung like usual, wearing a nikes headband and a jean jacket over his black wifebeater, mc-ing the whole show. hoseok unfortunately, can't spot yoongi from the low angle, but he can see jimin squeezing his was through the club until he's close to the front, eyes practically sparkling as he looks at taehyung. jimin always pulls off bomber jackets well, but a white bomber jacket makes him look exceptionally good; it's no wonder taehyung's direction keeps on gravitating towards jimin.
after a few songs, jeongguk shows up with a tall boy around his height, both whispering to each other and laughing every couple of seconds. hoseok's aware that he's a pretty damn oblivious person, but there's no way in hell those two are "just friends".
"and now we got your favorite dynamic duo; give it up for j-mon!" taehyung yells into the mic, turning around to flash hoseok and namjoon a wink.
he steps up, a hand running through his hair while his eyes quickly search the crowds. namjoon's absolutely stellar in the black choker and stussy t-shirt, hair gelled up nicely to give off that sleek "wet hair" kind of look, complimenting hoseok's casual and chic white supreme snapback and black souvenir jacket. he doesn't see yoongi, much to his disappointment, turning around to look away from the audience as he waits for the music to start.
it's okay if maybe yoongi's too overwhelmed to show up, after all, he's still a very reserved person and isn't into the loud and boisterous lifestyle hoseok lives in. he's wearing the 1994 sunflower boy jacket that yoongi made for him, and that's enough to show off to the world that "hey-look-how-cute-and-cool-my-boyfriend-is-he-made-a-souvenir-jacket-for-me". he's gotten a lot of compliments already, and whenever someone asks him where he got it from, he can't help but smile like an idiot and blurt out "my boyfriend made it," all proud and shit.
am i wrong, starts to blare out on the speakers, and it's cue for hoseok and namjoon to whip around, grins flashed at the crowd as namjoon dives into his verse. hoseok's body moves to the beat, limbs coiling around themselves while he bobs his head to the beat. his eyes flicker to peer at the crowd once more, and god, there he is.
all the way in the far back, standing next to kim seokjin with the beige turtleneck and black motorcycle jacket, is min yoongi. min yoongi in an oversized stranger things sweater, sweater paws hitting seokjin (who turns around to complain probably) as he grooves to the music, min yoongi laughing as his head remains turned in hoseok's direction despite the little arch up when he tiptoes to whisper in seokjin's ear. min yoongi, who waves at him a little shyly, as if trying to constrain his excitement.
the world feels like it's spinning slowly, stage lights focused on yoongi and his bright eyes that stare at hoseok. namjoon finishes his verse, and hoseok takes a deep breath, raising the microphone to his lips, eyes blinking once to capture the image of the most precious boy in the world, before proceeding to spit out his lines in harmony with namjoon.
yoongi is smiling, and he's like a little bud that sprouted out of the ground, stem wiggling back and forth to the rhythm of the music. the chorus kicks in and hoseok moves, keeping his eyes trained on yoongi as the older male imitates his moves (albeit poorly) and seokjin copies yoongi (resulting in a somewhat endearing cringe-fest.) his eyes divert over to namjoon, who's staring and grinning at seokjin with the whipped-est (if that was a word, namjoon's face would appear under as a prime example) facial expression that a human being can make.
hoseok starts his verse, and to his amusement, yoongi isn't moving anymore; he's gazing at hoseok, seemingly "shook", his head still nodding as the ecstatic grin on his face grows tenfold with each line. he's so cute, hoseok is positively wheezing by the time he finishes, trying his best not to laugh on stage.
they finish with namjoon whispering "are you ready for this" into the mic, drawing a handful of "hell yeahs" throughout the club.
hoseok barely finishes turning off the mic when he's rushing off the stage, placing it on the table and heading straight to yoongi. he's all gross and sweaty and a total mess, adrenaline rushing through and hormones running wild, but all he wants to do is meet up with yoongi and gush about how adorable he is, maybe kiss him and a little more than that, too. he weaves his way through the crowd until he can find yoongi pressed against the walls, wobbling into seokjin like a bowling pin that's ready to fall down.
(their height difference is cute, and hoseok is mildly envious of them. he too, wants to tower over yoongi and look cool, but the most he can do is tiptoe and waver, and that's not very cool looking, sadly.)
he tries to catch his breath when he walks towards them, seokjin noticing him first and arching an eyebrow knowingly. he nudges yoongi, who turns around with a smile brighter than hoseok himself, if it was possible.
"hey," he breathes out, siding up next to yoongi.
"hi," yoongi murmurs out, a hand reaching out automatically to fix the collar of his souvenir jacket. "you were really good, just now. do you, uh, want some?" he holds up a beer, half-empty.
hoseok wants to kiss him, to stroke his hair and just ramble on freely, to kind of drag him around and introduce yoongi to his fellow clubmembers and go "oh hey this is dj-syub and we're a thing now, haha" . he wants to do a lot of things, like hold his hand and go on a lot of dates, fall asleep a little closer to his heartbeat, curl up in cypher room listening to his beats on a mellow tuesday afternoon. he wants to do a lot of grossly cheesy, domestic things like walk yoongi to class, and take him out of valentine's day, and just—be really gay.
but then there's seokjin, who eyes him intently like he's about to pry hoseok apart every time he steps a little closer to yoongi. and honestly, it's kind of suffocating, the only barrier that keeps him away from yoongi. so, he shakes his head at yoongi, instead flashing him a small smile and squeezing his way to seokjin. he leans up, cups his hands around seokjin's ear, and whispers loudly:
"it's been six months, i wanna take the test."
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"there's ten questions," seokjin huffs out, eyebrows furrowed together. "you can like, only get...3 wrong. it's mostly trivia based."
yoongi waves the paper around with a wry smile, setting it down in front of hoseok. he leans in closer, lips brushing against hoseok's ear. "i kind of edited the questions so be easier, and added a bonus that should really help. if you fail the test, i still like you, so no pressure."
wow, like that's going to help.
"good luck! don't cheat!" yoongi chirps out, before dragging seokjin with him out of the room.
HOSEOK'S TEST 2 DATE MIN YOONGI
yoongi's birthday: 0309.yoongi's hometown: daeguyoongi's favorite color:
well shit, he doesn't remember this.
yoongi's favorite color: grey??black???white???yoongi's pet(s): kim busan the catyoongi's major: computer science yoongi's soundcloud alias: dy-syubyoongi's first plant: yoongi's favorite meme: favorite person out of maknae!line:
it's clearly yoongi's writing.
yoongi's first plant: yoongi's favorite meme: yoongi's favorite person out of maknae!line: jeongguk????????yoongi's favorite food person out of hyung!line: me ofcyoongi's siblings: when will namjoon and seokjin get together? probably in 5 years. yoongi's favorite artists: what is yoongi's favorite nickname from jung hoseok: YOONGI POONGIE ❤bonus!!! worth 10 points to save your ass if you completely failed everything else: when did we first kiss? new years. ❤❤❤
"i'm done!' he huffs out, legs kicking wildly as he awaits for the results. he's pretty confident in them, though, considering how easy they looked.
yoongi and seokjin both peek out of the kitchen, with yoongi excitedly scrambling over, red pink already twirled in his hand. he plops down next to hoseok, legs swinging idly while his eyes trail over the paper. seokjin follows him leisurely, leaning against the kitchen table with an arched brow.
"you got number three wrong for putting three answers—my favorite color is black."
okay, only one so far. not bad.
"my favorite person is actually...seokjin..." he looks up to flash an apologetic smile towards hoseok.
seokjin's stupid long torso leans over the counter, his thumb and index forming a check mark and sliding it under his chin to mark victory. haughty piece of shit.
"i'm mildly offended," hoseok sulks. "anyone but him."
"would you rather me choose namjoon over you both?" yoongi arches an eyebrow.
"...okay but—"
yoongi leans over to pat the top of hoseok head c o n d e s c e n d i n g l y , lips quirked up into a half-smile. "s'cause i've known seokjin longer, and he lives with me, so he puts up with more of my shit."
seokjin wiggles his eyebrows from behind yoongi, a smug look on his face. "i'm main bae; you're side bae."
hoseok subtly sticks out his hand, giving him the middle finger.
"five years...i thought that too...and no, my favorite nickname from you is not yoongi poongie.
("wait, i didn't put that in there—"
"i did.")
"you're just a hater," hoseok huffs.
yoongi scribbles out the answer and writes something on top of it; holding up the paper, hoseok can see the neat words, cactus boy, written next to the inky mess. the sight makes his heart swell up with pride, so think he thought of something stupid and still, yoongi found it adorable and liked it—jung hoseok is content.
"congrats, you passed with 70%!" he exclaims cheerfully.
("that's not fair, you changed the test to make it easier," seokjin complains. both of them ignore him.)
"boo, you got the bonus wrong, though. "
hoseok furrows his eyebrows. "it wasn't new years?"
the older boy bites his cheek, keeping his face blank. "no."
"it wasn't halloween! halloween was just a cheek kiss!"
"i know."
("what do you mean kiss, i haven't heard about this?????")
he tries to think back of another time when he deliberately tried to kiss yoongi, but to his distress, he can't think of any. unless...it was that one memory that he never quite remembered...the day of the summer party...holy fuck—
yoongi has a cheshire grin playing on his lips, his eyes twinkling as if he's sending a telepathic message to hoseok that he's correct. he lean further into the table, his face smushed endearingly against his hand to hide the stupidly cute "i know what you want to know" smile that hoseok wants to wipe off by smooching him super hard and making him all surprised. but as much as he wants to seem all neat and sauve and make yoongi look at him with googly sparkly eyes like wooooow hoseokie look so cool !!!, yoongi turns the tables by leaning (endearingly) wiggling his chair closer to hoseok, until they're only a few centimeters apart.
("hello, i exist? are you two deliberately deleting me from your thoughts? the disrespect, i swear!")
"you know, hoseok. you don't have to try super hard to impress me, or like, try to be all perfect and shit," yoongi drawls out, eyes blinking ever-so-slowly.
"what do you mean—"
"don't overthink so much, silly." he exhales out, free hand playfully tapping the tip of hoseok's nose. "i know you try really hard to be the ideal boyfriend and all, making our firsts seem all iconic and stuff and trying to be all subtle, but i kind of like you best when you're all weird and spontaneous," yoongi admits with a light laugh. "so stop freaking out around me all the time and trying to decide what you should do at what time."
("i'm gonna leave you two nasties.")
oh, wow. clearly hoseok's been a lot more obvious than he would look, and he's kind of sad that he'll never be that super charming boyfriend that just needs to gaze into yoongi's eyes and whisper some cheesy lines to make him swoon. "i don't freak out around you," he tries to laugh it off, suddenly sweating profusely.
the blonde-haired boy snorts, lips pursed together, obviously not buying hoseok's statement. "sure, seok-seok. it's not like your heart does cartwheels and your brain short-circuits whenever i look at your face, or anything."
hoseok flushes brightly. "okay, look, it's perfectly normal to be flustered around the guy you've been pining over for a half a year, alright?"
yoongi stares at him. "...hoseok...we're dating...why are you still flustered..."
"not really officially dating—"
"i call you my b o y f r i e n d."
"i'm sorry i get all nervous when i get around you, i just really like you, okay!"
there's a few minutes of dead silence, before yoongi bursts into laughter. he leans over to cup hoseok's cheeks, his chair wobbling in the process. hoseok shoots forward to place his hands down on the chair, keeping it steady, and in that precise moment of distraction, yoongi presses his lips square on hoseok's own and kisses him.
and yoongi's right; his heart down cartwheels and his brain short-circuits, eyes wide in shock as fuzziness runs through his body and fills him up with a nice sort of warmth. yoongi half pulls away, face still hovering close to hoseok, head tilted to the side to observe him.
"are you...feeling less nervous?"
dazed, hoseok nods repeatedly, his lips parted as he tries to relish whatever the hell just happened.
yoongi is all prideful, teeth nipping his bottom lip as he has this triumphant look on his face, like wow look what i just did, i look all cool after making jung hoseok freeze on the spot like a high school girl receiving her first kiss and frankly, it's adorable. it makes hoseok want to kiss him, and so, with yoongi's wise words ringing in his mind and an image of shia labeouf screaming j u s t d o i t,
hoseok kisses him back.
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DID YOU KNOW
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[ B O N U S ]
"..okay. i kind of feel bad that you're working so hard, so i'm gonna give you an incentive." seokjin mumbles out, dumping the grocery bag full of apples onto the counter. "i'll kiss you for every apple you cut."
namjoon's cheeks glow, trying to hide his over-enthusiasm. "r-really, hyung?"
"yeah, i mean. i guess i gotta motivate you somehow, right?' seokjin's voice grows smaller with every word, the tips of his ears starting to blush a bright pink.
he doesn't even hesitate, already grabbing a cutting board and an apple, washing it roughly before putting it on the table. seokjin jumps at the loud noises, seemingly alarmed by how quick namjoon's faring. he's kind of had enough one-on-one sessions with seokjin, and he can cut lettuce and tomatoes pretty decently, so apples shouldn't be that hard. his hand isn't like, shaking or anything when he picks up the knife, and he's certainly not afraid of cutting his thumb off.
namjoon's a 181 cm tall man who raps and makes all the ladies swoon, and he is definitely not afraid of cutting a stupid apple.
he presses the knife in, thumb moving an inch away from the knife marking, before pushing down slowly. the further the knife sinks into the apple, the farther his thumb moves, and halfway through, seokjin makes a calm comment—
"jooniebug, your thumb is 5 kilometers away from the apple's core."
"i'm trying!" he huffs back, thumb fretfully moving back and forth against the apple's skin. taking a deep breath, he moves his thumb forward, and sinks the knife down.
he ends up cutting not only his apple, but also his fucking index, which was completely forgotten because he fretted so much over his thumb. there's blood seeping onto both the apple and cutting board, and namjoon's mildly shrieking as he tugs his hand away, clutching it as if it was a newborn baby.
seokjin sighs, one hand rubbing his temple as grabs namjoon's wrist with the other and hauls namjoon over to the bathroom. "genius my grave, you're the most incompetent fool i've ever met,"
"i'm never going to date you and kiss you at this rate," he bemoans, head lolling back sadly as 500 scenarios of living a peaceful domestic lifestyle with seokjin gets stabbed into pieces with a knife.
the older male stops abruptly, causing namjoon to bump into his shoulder. "that's what you're worried about? not that your finger is spilling blood?"
"i. i mean. yes, physically, i'm hurting right now, but mentally, it hurts even more, and—"
turning around, seokjin pecks his lips, pulling away quickly with a half-annoyed smile. namjoon instantly shuts up. "stop crying you stupid nerd, you'll pass and i'll make you pass."
aaaAaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
"i don't. wanna stay single for too long, anyways, so hurry up and learn," seokjin mutters under his breath, his cheeks tinted a pretty pink.
namjoon stares at him, a broad grin spreading across his face. "you're really gonna stay single? and wait for me?"
seokjin rolls his eyes, only opening the medicine cabinet. there's a very silent moment as what appears to be a bag of half-eaten beef jerk falling into the sink, and namjoon trails his eyes up to be staring at what looks like a secret stash of unhealthy junk food.
"...i can explain."
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