History.
Group project.
Yoongi didn't know what one was worse. But he certainly knew that a mixture of two would be hell. Literal hell. Like, burning in a pit of fire, watching Kim Kardashian lose her diamond earring in Bora Bora for eternity whilst the devil fucks you non stop.
That's what happens in hell, right?
"Jimin, Yoongi and hoseok."
All three boys turned to look at each other. They were in a group. Together. Yoongi and jimin. Jimin and Yoongi.
And hoseok.
You can't forget hoseok.
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"So, what do you guys wanna do?" Jimin nervously bit in the edge of his pen lid. His nerves were getting the better and of him, probably due to the chocolate eyed boy sat right in front of him (not that jimin would ever admit that.)
They'd been assigned to create and later show the class a presentation of how modern day society differed from the Victorian era. Fun, right?
"Well, me and Yoongi were talking about how cool it'd be if we did it about preforming arts, I'd research the dance, Yoongi would do music~" hoseok spilled out his (and yoongis) ideas, so excited he'd even forgotten to use correct grammar.
"O-oh yeah! That sounds cool! I could even do drama!" Jimin clapped his hands together in excitement and Yoongi forced the smile tugging at his lips to go away. But it was hard with jimin being so, so fucking adorable.
After a few more minutes of hoseok and jimin going over their now finalised idea, Yoongi sitting there silently watching them, the bell rang, Signalling the end of the day.
"Why don't we go other to yoongis house! We can get a head start on our presentation and I'm sure his mom will be happy to meet you!"
'What the fuck hoseok?'
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Pervert || Yoonmin
Fiksi Penggemar"Don't talk to him~ he's such a perv" "Come on tae, if anyone's a pervert it's you." trigger warnings; -mentions of suicide -anxiety -selective mutism Side ships: Namjin Taekook
