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[Chapter five: Something Wrong ]

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4 days until race day...






Hoseok walks down the stairs and stops, crossing his arms in front of him.

"What are you doing here?"

Yoongi shoots back a smug look.


"Just wishing some luck for P20, isn't it so funny, you really thought you would beat me."


"Shut up."


Yoongi gives him a fake pout, walking towards him. "Why the attitude? You did get the last position, don't be so salty about it."

"What part of 'shut up' did you not understand?"

"Aww boohoo the baby boy is mad."

"The baby boy is me? You're the one acting like a fucking child."

Yoongi is now standing right in front of the other, his eyes like a snake glaring straight at him but it makes Hoseok laugh.

"Do you think you look intimidating right now? When you're like 4 feet shorter than me?"

"Shut the fuck up." he balls his hands into fists.

"Look who's the baby boy now." Hoseok bends forward, making Yoongi step back.



Oh fuck.


I'm gay.

Yoongi feels his cheeks heat up, just the slightest bit possible and it isn't because he likes Hoseok, or because he's hot or anything but the proximity between them was close, a bit too close, and without any hesitation he backs away, turning around to hide his face, managing to spit out a few last words before disappearing completely.



"Bye P20!"



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Hoseok pulls out a dollar bill from his pocket to walk to the vending machine but stops when he feels a tap on his shoulder.


"Yoongi I swear—You?"



It was Park Chanyeol,


again.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"I'm not fucking losing to your fake threats."

"And if I'm telling the truth?"

"I'll report you."

"You report me and your sister gets hurt."

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