want

0.2❀

"so have you seen the new kid yet?" yoongi asked, walking alongside hoseok. yoongi's hands were empty except for his black music folder, while hoseok carried all of his books. he played it off as just not wanting to use his locker, but everyone knew it was only because he forgot his locker combination.

"yeah," hoseok nodded, "he's in my homeroom. yoongi hyung, he's so cute. namjoon wasn't kidding about him being cute."

"does my little hobi have crush?" yoongi teased, pinching hoseok's pink cheeks and dodging the younger when he tried to swat at him.

"what happened to the yoongi who only grunted in reply to us and glared at everyone?" hoseok pouted, "i want him back."

"he's long gone," yoongi whistled lowly, puffing his cheeks out. "jungkook broke him."

"i didn't know you bottomed, hyung." hoseok nonchalantly hummed, picking up his pace as he heard yoongi yell at him.

"jung hoseok!" yoongi yelled. he could hear the shorter boy close behind him, and hoseok slowed down because he knew yoongi would jump on his back. "i am a top!"

"yeah right, hyung." hoseok said, bending down slightly to let yoongi jump on him. "don't think i haven't noticed how jungkook's hands are halfway down your pants at lunch and the fucked over looked in your eyes."

"how do you even notice that?" yoongi scoffed.

"i'm single and a fifth wheel, give me a break." hoseok muttered. he felt yoongi's weight on his back as the older latched onto him, wrapping his arms around hoseok's neck and legs around the younger's waist. the orange haired male balanced his things in one arm and used the other to support yoongi so he didn't fall off.

"now on to music before we're even more late than we already are!" yoongi spoke, hitting hoseok's chest a few times. hoseok rolled his eyes and began walking, ignoring the complaints from the boy clinging to him.

"you're a fucking handful, how do jungkook and i deal with you?"

"you love me."

"well, you see,"

"dick."

"i know you are, but what am i?"

"i am what i eat."

"min yoongi, i am this fucking close to throwing you off of the school roof."

"please do, i crave death. i need death. i desire death. i-"

"we get it, you want death. oh look—there's jimin looking completely lost and utterly confused! we should go say hi!" hoseok cut off, getting a soft bite on the shoulder from yoongi, since he couldn't do much else and he was already falling halfway off of hoseok's back. "stop biting me, you kinky shit."

the brunette was in the middle of the hall, a blue folder in hand with the word music scribbled on the front, a soft frown set on his lips as he looked at a piece of paper.

"jimin!" hoseok called, gaining the attention of the other. he looked over at hoseok, his eyes softening.

"yeah?" jimin spoke, walking over to the duo. his eyes looked over hoseok's face, as if he recognized him. "aren't you in my math class?"

"yeah, i sit a row beside you." hoseok nodded, "i'm hoseok, and the leech on my back is yoongi."

"stop calling me a leech, you soggy piece of bread." yoongi insulted, before flashing jimin a smile. "ignore this loser."

jimin heard hoseok grumble something under his breath, but he didn't catch it. "could you help me get to the music room? i forgot how to get there..."

"hoseok and i are actually going there now!" yoongi grinned, "just follow us."