gehenna ☽ m.ygi

ii

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; ; may the next few months be a period if magnificent transformation

; min yoongi

hoseok got himself comfy in my house, every time. and by comfy, i mean as soon as he is finished his shower. he will come out with no shame in all his glory. if i didn't tell him to put clothes on, he'd always be naked and he highkey disagrees with me. saying that a man should be free.

"just put some damn clothes on, hoseok. i don't want to stare at your tiny dick any longer."

"shut up, you'd probably enjoy this tiny dick." he snickered.

"i'm straight hoseok, we've been over this." i rolled my eyes, as he disappeared into my room.

"yeah, as straight as a damn circle." i heard him grumble to himself, but i simply ended the conversation there or else he would never quit. various kinds of noises came out of my room, groans, sighs, and the sound of jeans hitting the floor.

"i need to impress taehyung!" he exclaimed, but i said nothing. the book in my hands started to feel heavy and my coffee was getting cold. with distaste, i unraveled myself from my cozy cocoon and left my coffee and book on the table.

"are you going to have a nap?" hoseok emerged into the living room wearing some black jeans and a plain white t shirt. he leaned against the threshold, eyeing me.

i shook my head, "probably not. they'll be here soon."

he was about to say something in protest when my doorbell rang,

"yoongi-hyung! let us in. my balls are freezing!"

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why does this suck so bad