"Not tryna be cool, Just tryna be in this, Tell me, are you too?"
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
"I'm coming in," Yoongi heard Hoseok's voice announce, and in a few seconds, he felt the bed sink beside him. Yoongi didn't look up, continuing his sketch. "Why are you drawing my boyfriend?" Hoseok asked a bit annoyed, "do you have feelings for him?" he asked, frowning hard. Yoongi didn't respond, erasing a part of Seokjin's eye in the painting. "Answer me!" Hoseok demanded, raising his voice.
After a few minutes, Yoongi signed his name on the painting and walked towards his study table. He opened the drawer and picked out a paper on which he'd drawn Hoseok. He handed them both to Hoseok and bit his lip, "I thought you'd like these for yourself. So you could stare at them if you ever miss him and, well, keeping your painting beside his can be a way of saying that you guys are together," He replied in a hushed tone, smiling softly. Hoseok soothed his dry lips, taking the sheets after a second, "why- why would you do something like that for me?" He asked, stirred at the act. "Well, I thought if my presence makes you down, something else could make you happy. He could make you happy," he shrugged, "And because you're my best friend and I love you,"
Hoseok nodded and walked out. Yoongi looked at his reflection in the mirror and bit his lip, exhaling shakily.
A few hours later.
"Hoseok," Yoongi bit his lip, knocking on his best friend's door. he squeezed his eyes shut, preparing himself for the scolding yet to come. "Yoongi, hi," He heard Hoseok rasp out, and he peeked an eye open. "D-do you wa-wanna go out for d-dinner? Y-You and me?" Yoongi opened his eyes, his body shaking furiously in anxiety. Hoseok pouted, "Are you okay?" he questioned, worried. Yoongi nodded immediately, gasping a bit, "Y-yeah! Will you cuh-come?" he asked, gulping harshly.
Hoseok nodded, "sure, give me ten minutes," he grinned softly, tapping Yoongi's shoulder. Yoongi's eyes flickered, "Wait, really?" he smiled brightly. Hoseok nodded, "Mhm! ten minutes!" he smiled and shut the door. Yoongi screeched and ran downstairs, hugging his mother tightly, "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HE SAID YES!" He screamed happily, picking his mother up and spinning her around in the air. "HE SAID YES OH MY FUCKING GOD!" he kissed his mother's cheek and screeched. "YOONGI!" Mrs. Jung finally screamed back, grabbing the boy's attention, "Oh, sorry!" he giggled and placed his mother down on the couch. "So who's the lucky guy?" Mrs. Jung smirked, raising an eyebrow. "It's not like that!" Yoongi cried, blushing furiously, "I-I asked Hoseok to come with me for dinner and he said yes!" he smiled sheepishly.
The next thing he knew, he was being chased down by his mother, who was screaming bloody murder for causing such chaos over such a subject. "MAMA! I'M SORRY!" Yoongi dramatically wailed, humming as he jumped on the couch, "GET OFF FROM THERE, YOU BRAT! THE YOU'RE DESTROYING THE FOAM, AND MAKING MONEY IS NOT EASY! I SWEAR TO GOD, MIN YOONGI!" Mrs. Jung yelled, her eyes as wide as tennis balls. "Mom, let him go already!" Hoseok laughed, clutching his stomach as he bent down. "YOONGI! I WILL COUNT TILL THREE AND IF YOU'RE NOT DOWN BY THEN, SLEEP ON THE STREET! I WILL MAKE SURE NONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ALLOW YOU IN THEIR HOUSES! ONE! TWO! TH-" she glared, ignoring her biological son's hysterical laughter. "Fine, I'm down," Yoongi sighed and jumped down. "Good," Mrs. Jung spanking his butt hard. "Now go!" she breathed, pouting. "Geez, woman, you're scary," Yoongi crackled his neck, picking up the keys and his wallet. "How about we walk?" Hoseok inquired, tilting his head. Yoongi nodded, "Of course!" he smiled widely, giving the key back to his mother. "Be back before ten!" she smiled softly. Grabbing their coats, Yoongi and Hoseok said their goodbyes and walked out.
"It's Christmas tomorrow!" Yoongi smiled, mentally swearing at his urge to hold Hoseok's hand. "It is!" he smiled widely, picking up a handful of snow from the roadside and threw it at Yoongi. "OH MY GOD!" Yoongi jumped, shivering. "THAT WAS MEAN!" Yoongi blushed, picking up snow and throwing it back at Hoseok. Hoseok squealed and soon, they were in a snowball fight. "The restaurants are gonna close down soon, we should go and play later," Yoongi said after throwing snow at Hoseok's face, which he easily dodged. "Yeah," Hoseok chuckled and hit Yoongi with a snowball for the last time.
Yoongi smiled widely, things were going back to where they were.
"What will you have?" Yoongi smiled at his best friend. "I think I'll have steak today. You?" he smiled back at the dark sky. "Sizzler," he giggled. Hoseok gasped and laughed back, "You and your obsession with their sizzlers!" Yoongi shrugged, "That was the last place we went to before Mum died," he smiled softly. Hoseok nodded, "Gina was a nice person," he held Yoongi's hand swayed it back and forth as they happily relived their memories. Yoongi blushed furiously, sighing at the butterflies that erupted within him "yeah,"
"Hey, Yoon, can I ask you something?" Hoseok suddenly changed his tone to a serious one, scaring Yoongi a bit. 'Does he know? That would mean- He hates me!' Yoongi whined internally. "Sure, go ahead," he replied tentatively. "I'm not telling you that I'll stop being friends with you, but what would you do if I did?" hoseok asked, gulping softly. "What would you do?" he asked back. Hoseok hummed, "I'd be very sad in the beginning, I'll lose interest in everything and wonder why you did what you did. I'll move on soon, though," he replied with a gentle shrug. Yoongi gulped, thinking of the perfect word.
"I'll break," he replied.
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Word Count: 1063
HAPPY BDAY TO HOSEOK, AKA MY DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!! HE TURNED 27, MY DADDY IS GROWING UP AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-
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