"Coffee. Now," Yoongi orders as he paces back and forth.
"What? Why now?" Hoseok goes to him and stops him, holding Yoongi's shoulders firmly. "Hyung, calm down. You need to stop thinking about her." He frowns, his heart shaped mouth turning into a small upside-down 'v.' "When was the last time you ate?" He asks letting his arms fall.
Yoongi shrugs, "Five hours ago probably." This time, Hoseok's brows lower and he sighs, "At 11 pm?! You're fucking nuts."
"Says the one who was dance practicing at 4 am," Yoongi scoffs.
Yoongi shakes his head before walking over to Namjoon on the couch. He pokes his arm, "Hey, think you can get the Pink Princess to cook us some food?"
Namjoon gives Yoongi a questioning look. "Wha—now?
"Yes, now!" Yoongi sighed, "Look, I kinda pissed him off already so you might want to be nice to him."
Groaning, Namjoon got up and put his laptop aside. "Fine, but you got to pay me back for this."
"Yeah, once you admit you're gay, computer genius," Yoongi yells loud enough for Namjoon to hear. Namjoon doesn't answer and shakes his head, blushing.
"Hyung, you're being mean." Hoseok sits next to Yoongi, facing his unfazed face. "Am not. I'm just," Yoongi closes his eyes and sighs, continuing, "I'm hungry and pissed off."
"So you're hangry?" Hoseok asks with a smile. Yoongi frowned looking away, "Sure, whatever you say..."
Both men froze.
A dragged out moan echoes through the hallways.
"That fucker," both men say in unison.
"I don't even want to know what's going on in there," Hoseok says annoyed. Yoongi was annoyed as well, knowing he would be in there for a while, but said nothing. He already had a plan on how he was going to get Violet into his arms.
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Blanket Of Lies || m.yg
FanficI lied beneath his covers; his blanket of lies. No truth can be uncovered while under the blanket, nor will there be any. The only thing that can be found is betrayal, lust, and dishonesty © ThePurpleOtaku
