𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴.

5

third person

hoseok walks down the stairs, his head hung low, once he hits the den he spots his mom who has her hands on her hips and is standing in the doorway.

"yes mom?" hoseok asks as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

"did you really leave yoongi in the middle of hide and seek? boy," his mom grabs him by the ear, dragging him to the kitchen.

"ow ow! mom let go," he squeals, swatting his mom's hands away from his ear as they finally make it to the kitchen.

"you left yoongi while he was looking for you," his mom says, getting straight to the point.

"yes... well i mean no? technically i could've been hiding... just in my room," hoseok says.

"well, my dear son. you're not getting any of the cookies i made tonight for dessert since you thought leaving yoongi in a place he wasn't familiar with was a good idea," his mom officates and left the kitchen, a wide mouthed hoseok in the center of it.

"damn it," he stomps his foot and makes his way back up to his room where the door was opened. did i leave it open?

he cautiously walks in to find yoongi looking over pictures of his, "what the hell yoongi?"

"oh, you're back," the older says, sitting himself onto hoseok's bed.

"yeah no crap, why are you here?" hoseok huffs and places his picture of him, jimin, jungkook and jin back in the correct position because yoongi failed to.

"i'm bored," the older pouts.

"that's not my problem," hoseok shrugs as yoongi plays with his radio in the back of his room.

"don't touch that! i swear to god i will slap you back to daegu," the boy threatens.

"fiesty," yoongi smirks.

"no, i mean it. it's really expensive. my mom and dad only said that's the only one i get and if it breaks oh well," hoseok explains.

"ahh," yoongi nods, deciding to adhere to what hoseok said as he begins to fiddle with a rubix cube he finds laying on hoseok's desk.

"will you stop touching things, god!" hoseok yanks the rubix cube from his hand.

"aw babe don't be like this," yoongi frowns

"shut up, yoongi. i actually will slap you back to daegu, take your nasty hands with you," hoseok huffs.

"i'm getting a strange notion that you don't like me."

"your notion is correct, wow what a genius!" hoseok claps, "now get out."

the boy gets up and shoves yoongi out the door, then shuts it behind him, throwing himself onto his bed and sighs.

"boys dinner!" hoseok's mom calls, which has hoseok up and running. he opens the door roughly, accidentally crushing yoongi to the wall.

"oops sorry yoongs," hoseok winks, and makes his way downstairs, a groaning yoongi behind him.

yoongi takes a seat next to his mom, hoseok next to his mom, and his dad at the end of the table.

"so yoongi how do you like busan so far?" hoseok's dad questions.

"it's nice. honestly speaking though, i haven't really gone anywhere besides the convenient store and around the neighborhood," yoongi responds.

"ah, i assume you're going to the same school as my hoseok-ah?" hoseok's mom asks as she distributed drinks to everyone.

yoongi nods, his mouth full of delicious food.

"hoseok can be your guide! isn't that right hoseok?" his mother glances at her son, giving him a hard stare which pretty much translates to: 'say yes or else i will kill you'.

hoseok sighed inwardly, "sure."

"it's settled them. when you start school, he'll help you with your schedule, classes and everything else, yoongi."

"that's cool," yoongi grins, gaze glued to the boy whose blush was out of control by now.

a/n: i can't rly tell if this is shit or not because i like it but i don't