[Chapter thirteen: Personal space? ]
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"Spin the bottle, does that ring a bell?" Hoseok steps closer towards him, his eyes holding an emotion Yoongi couldn't decipher. He gulps, unconsciously taking a step back before hitting the wall behind him.
"I don't know what you're—" In a heartbeat, the other man is standing right in front of him, their faces barely apart and Hoseok's hot breath fans over the others lips.
Up this close, anyone could notice their comical height difference.
Hoseok smirks.
"Cat got your tongue?" He asks, raising his arm onto the wall behind the smaller boy, caging him in.
Yoongi can't stop it, but his cheeks seem to burn a bright red that's probably very conspicuous to Hoseok.
"Move." He tries to say firmly.
"So you do remember."
"I d-didn't say that."
Not the stutter.
"But it was implied, wasn't it?"
"What are you doing?"
Hoseok releases himself off the wall and he steps back a bit.
"Just wanted to wish you luck for the race tomorrow, you're going to need it." He says as if nothing had just happened.
"What?"
"What?" He turns around, beginning to walk out of the room.
"What was—"
"What was what?" He walks through the doorway "I'm just wishing you good luck!"
Before Yoongi could reply, he was already gone, and all that was left in the room was a very confused, but flustered Yoongi."
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"One hour, fifty-four minutes and thirty seven seconds?! Yoongi! What's up with you today?!" Namjoon watches the man walk out the vehicle.
"You counted it wrong, Namjoon."
"Yoongi... I even started the stopwatch late." He eyes him up and down. "Somethings off about you today, you seem a bit... scruffy."
"The fuck?"
"Did you do something stupid at the party yesterday?"
Out of all the things he could ask about, he asks about the party.
"No." Yoongi quickly says. "Why would you think that?"
"No reason, maybe you and Hoseok—"
"Stop! Pause! Do not continue that sentence!" He jolts forward.
"So I'm right?"
"No! You're not!"
"Whatever you say Yoongi, let's go for another round." He looks down at his stopwatch, "Pretend this is the race, and you're ready to beat Hoseok."
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"One hour, ten minutes and twenty one seconds?!"
Namjoon's dumbfounded.
"Yoongi?!
The man stands there in pure delight.
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[9:31 p.m]
Yoongi lies in bed after his nightly routine, staring at the ceiling allowing his mind to wander wherever it drives off to. The race is tomorrow, and he's excited.
Actually,
He's more than excited.
He's exhilarated.
Exhilarated to win.
And exhilarated to beat Hoseok.
Oh yeah,
Hoseok.
Suddenly, all the thoughts of the events of the morning came flashing back into Yoongi's head. He doesn't want to think about it and his eyes widen and he flips himself over onto his side, clutching his blanket tight in his hands.
"Forget about it." He murmurs to himself.
"That fucking asshole, doesn't he know what personal space is?"
I'll show him. He thinks.
Just wait until tomorrow, Hoseok.
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[Chapter thirteen: Personal Space? (END) ]
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