Phone Number •Yoonseok•

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  Yoongi admired the younger's beauty as they made their way up to the top.

  Hoseok didn't notice the older's eyes on him at first until he liked over to lock eyes with the blonde.

  "Hi...?" He said slowly.

  "Oh–" Yoongi cleared his throat. "Sorry."

  The brown haired male laughed loudly. "It's fine, Yoonie."

  Now it was the elder's turn to blush. "Y–yoonie?"

  "Yeah, you know like a nickname? Yoongs, Yoongles, Yoonie–" He brusts out laughing again. "Yoongay!" He bends back laughing really hard and Yoongi joins him.

  "Okay, then what would your nickname be?"

  "You can't give yourself a nickname that's the whole point! It's given to you by another person."

  "Oh, okay." Then, the younger suddenly gasped.

  They were at the top. Yoongi thought they were at the top of the world, they could see the whole city from here. All the street, house, and car lights. But they could also see the stars, feel the breeze on their cheeks, nature kissing their noses.

  But, the ride ended as soon as it began. Yoongi worried Hoseok would dart off leaving him behind, but was surprised when he waited for him.

  "You waited for me?" The blonde asks in amusement. "I thought you would've just left."

  "No, you're a nice person, Yoonie, I'd like to get to know you."

  "Thank you. So would this be a date, then?" It was a completely serious question in the elder's eyes.

  "I thought it already was." The brunette started laughing again, it was music to Yoongi's ears.

  "Okay, so let's continue our date, Hobi." 

  And, so they did, walking towards the cotton candy and popcorn while holding hands.

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