learning | sope [ON HOLD]

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"hyung," called a light voice, a gentle hand shook yoongi awake. "hyung, wake up, please."

"hyung," hoseok's tone, still gentle, sounded a little impatient. yoongi began to stir and fluttered open his eyes. the bright face inches from his, yoongi immediately sat up, narrowly missing hoseok, he prayed to God that he wasn't blushing. hoseok smiled his genuine, beaming smile. there looked to be something on the tip of his tongue.

"happy birthday, yoongi hyung!" he chirped. of course he didn't forget, hoseok was the type to remember everyone and their mothers' birthday. yoongi clicked his tongue and smiled a little to himself, he turned to face hoseok.

"thank you," he said. "but i don't really celebrate my birthday."

"oh," hoseok said surprised.

yoongi nodded, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, making hoseok stumble back a few steps. hoseok looks worried, thought yoongi. his lips formed a straight line and his eyes darted nervously around the room as if he was being watched.

"was there something else you needed to say?" yoongi raised an eyebrow.

"i was wondering if you wanted to, i don't know," huffed hoseok, he continued, scratching the back of his head and blushing, you could see the rosy pink colour if you looked close enough. "like, get lunch or something?"

yoongi chuckled, he stood up and looked at hoseok. it wouldn't hurt to do something fun for once. he patted hoseok's shoulder and walked over to his wardrobe, opens the doors and skims through the options. seven pairs of the same black shirt. yoongi peeps at hoseok from the door, hoseok was staring at his feet, pink fluffy socks covered them. yoongi scoffs.

"let me find something that's not black first," yoongi said, hoseok's face erupted in a smile. yoongi liked to think hoseok's father married the sun, it was the only rational explanation. hoseok skipped to his own closet, directly opposite yoongi's. he opens his closet and, naturally, it was filled with a rainbow of graphic tees. yoongi clicked his tongue and busied himself with the task of attempting to find something presentable.

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they stood out the front of the restaurant. the sudden realisation hit him, it was the restaurant where they spent their first night at uni together. he smiles, from the corner of his eye he spots hoseok looking at yoongi nervously, as soon hoseok saw yoongi smile, hoseok smiled himself and looks immediately relieved. he pats hoseok's shoulder and makes his way to the entrance of the store, yoongi pushes the door and holds it open hoseok.

the bustle of the small restaurant calmed yoongi, he relaxed into his seat an sighed. as much as he denied it, his feelings for hoseok were still as persistent as ever and didn't look like they were going away. he turned to the ray of sunshine seated across from him, hoseok's bright eyes scans the room, it was like he was taking everything in. hoseok runs his fingers through his hair, exhaling as he did so. yoongi loved the little things he did, as much as yoongi hated to admit, hoseok was breathtaking in his own way. how his heart shaped smile lights up the whole room, his eyes seemed to sparkle and, yoongi's personal favourite feature, how his adorable dimples came to say 'hello' from time to time.

yoongi picked up the menu, having a quick skim through, just like last time there was a selection of traditional korean foods. nothing stood out to him in particular, he might as well just go with what he always eats. shortly after, a waiter stood before their table, smiling. "hello! how may i help you two?" he asked, showing off his pearly whites.

"a beef bulgogi please," yoongi said avoiding eye contact.

"kimchi fried rice for me~" hoseok looked at the waiter and smiled back.

"coming right up," chirped the waiter, he took back their menus and walked off to the kitchens.

"so," hoseok said finally, obviously feeling a little awkward from so much silence.

"so," yoongi repeated.

"how's your writing coming alone?" hoseok asked.

"not so well. writer's block."

"aah well, creativity comes in waves."

"true."

"hyung," hoseok's tone changed from casual to a little more anxious.

"yes?"

"have you met jimin before?"

"yes, but that's a conversation for another time."

"do you hate him?"

"in a way, yes."

hoseok pouted a little hanging head, yoongi sighed and shook his head.

"is there a problem with that?" yoongi asked, bluntly.

"no, hyung," hoseok replied.

their food came, they ate in silence. yoongi hated it, it wasn't the usual comfortable silence they shared. this time it was awkward and difficult to bare, the tension could be cut with a knife. yoongi also hated the fact that if they tried to spark up a conversation it wouldn't make the situation any more comfortable. hoseok kept his head down and shifted in his seat, the restaurant seemed to fall silent as well. the liveliness and warmth faded, the air felt thick and it seemed nothing would go right. chills ran down yoongi's spine, he was feeling disgruntled.

hoseok insisted on paying since it was yoongi's birthday. yoongi thanked him. the two walked home in silence. this one only slightly more comfortable than the one during dinner. he watched his breath swirl and puff as they walked, both hands shoved into his pockets. hoseok tilted his head back and watched the sky as they walked, it was a clear night, the air was crisp and chilly, the temperature was bearable but one would be freezing without a coat. yoongi buried his chin and mouth into the collar of his coat, looking at his shoes.

"hyung," hoseok spoke softly.

"yes?" yoongi said in his monotone voice as always.

"thanks," he said.

"for what?"

"for putting up with me," hoseok began. "it's just, when i was younger no one would want to be my friend, everyone thought i was weird.."

"what i'm trying to say is," he murmurs. "thank you for being my friend."

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