The Little Devil (Sope) ✓

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[Yoongi's POV]

Jungkook once asked me to describe an ideal, perfect boyfriend so he could follow my lead and impress his crush. I rattled on about love and support and unconditional care to him when the thought instantly struck.

Oh wait. That's me.

Sweet enough to give you a toothache, possessive to the point of slight jealousy, so charming that I'd knock you off your feet with one wink and so loyal I'd take a bullet for you more than once.

Yes. That's me. I'm the ideal boyfriend.

Girls swoon over me left and right, sighing in desire and lusting shamelessly, but ironically, I'm not into them. I'm into boys; in particular, this one boy who makes my heart skip a beat with literally every single thing he does. Jung Hoseok, my angel. I swear I am so whipped for my boyfriend that it's unbelievable. If anyone had told me a year ago that I would become like this, I would've laughed in their face. There was no way that min Yoongi, the coolest, coldest, snobby god of comebacks could fall in love with anything other than his own godly reflection.

But it happened. The great min Yoongi fell and he fell hard.

I love it, though. I love him. There's nothing more important to me than my boyfriend now, my whole life practically revolves around him and I'm going to keep it that way. He owns my soul and he knows it too. I can't live without him, as cliché as it sounds, which is why I plan on never letting him go.

Although, I often need to make sure that he doesn't leave me because of a certain someone in our group of friends who just loves to fuck around with people, especially my boyfriend. Park fucking Jimin.

Today again, it's one of those moments. I stare at my boyfriend as he paces around and fumes silently while I sit comfortably on our couch. I know I should be at least a little bit worried but I can't bring myself to do so. Because, first of all, I'm sure I'm not at fault here. I never am. I'm sure it would be just another one of those pranks that Jimin plays on Hobi to irk him. And secondly, how can I think about anything else when my mind is entranced by such a gorgeous angel who is pouting in front of me like that?

"Will you stop worrying? There's nothing going on and you know it. He's just teasing you again because you fall for his tricks every time."

He jerks his head towards me and looks at me with hurt and something akin to disappointment.

[Hobi's POV]

I really can't believe he is so cool about it. I mean I know what he said is right that I fall for that prick's traps but this time it's different. I have a fucking picture in my phone and it looks more than just a prank to me. I guess Yoongi doesn't know about this yet and that's why he's so calm about it. I'm about to explode in anger here and he doesn't even have a fucking clue. What a joke.

Before I could think rationally, I pull out my phone from my pocket and toss it in his lap in rage as my fists clench beside me.

"Are you sure nothing happened at Namjoon's house this weekend, Yoongi? Are you really really sure, hm?"

I try as much as I can to stay rational but I can't. I honestly don't know what to think right now but I really hope with all my heart that Yoongi has an explanation for this. I want him to tell me it's not true. He must. If not, I might have a heart attack because this is just too much.

[Yoongi's POV]

I almost flinch when he throws his phone at me thinking he's about to hit my face with it but it gracefully lands on my lap instead. He's still careful not to hurt me even when he's mad. Such an angel.