ever since hoseok called yoongi pretty, little by little, he sees him change.
(maybe change isn't the word. it's more like this: ever since hoseok called yoongi pretty, little by little, he sees the boy become more and more himself.)
the first time hoseok sees the glitter and gloss on yoongi's lips in person, he wanted to either kiss the boy out of his mind or fling his own body into the sun.
it had looked so good. so, so better than the ones he had seen in sugarmin's pictures. when hoseok complimented him about it, he realized it looked the best when yoongi lips are quirked up in a bashful smile.
yoongi starts ditching the plain white shirt and plaid pajamas for his matching pink silk ones, and hoseok can say it's one hell of an upgrade. hoseok doesn't fail to voice it out to yoongi, telling him that he looks pretty, so soft, yoongi, in which the boy just bites his lip and nods.
"i'm not lying. it looks really pretty on you. i'm starting to think pink is your color."
every day, yoongi becomes more and more sugarmin which either makes so much sense or doesn't at all – yoongi is sugarmin (or so hoseok thinks... but he's never been more sure). hoseok doesn't know if he would ever admit to yoongi that he knows who he is. well, he'll cross that bridge when he gets there.
hoseok isn't surprised when he opens his door to see yoongi in a soft pink shirt that says mini capsule mode tucked in white high-waisted trousers that taper down his ankles, demanding hoseok to treat him boba tea.
