Clinically In Love [Vmin-BTS]

Chapter 4: <○Faking Love○>

A/N: Warning: I cringed a little. Just shows how innocent i really am.

And this isnt in the form of text, just a 3rd person's narration. But that aside, enjoy! :)

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"Okay, but what the fuck?"

Yoongi stared at Taehyung with his signature bitch-face, looking ready to slap him off to Hong Kong. The younger got pretty scared for a second, considering that it was Yoongi he was asking from. But in a second, he seemed to decide that his request was more than neccessary. For his own dignity anyways.

"Please just go with it," Tae begged, getting ready to almost get on his knees in front of the whole cafeteria. "I just need you to pretend for as long as he's talking to me. After that you can hate me all you wan-- Shit! He's coming!"

Taehyung grabbed Yoongi's hand in a hurry, feeling himself shudder as he forced their fingers to lace. The older boy across from him pulled a face too, cursing under his breath as he could do nothing but grip back in return. And as if on cue, they both put on the fakest smiles possible as a familiar orange head came closer.

"Don't forget the script," Taehyung whispered through clenched teeth, still trying to force as much fake real love into his eyes as possible.

"If we go with the script, I'll be--Oh hi, Hoseok!"

He really hoped he didn't sound too much like one of those creepy soccer moms from some of the younger patients. But that was basically what always happened to him when he was trying to avoid love-blind psychos. Yoongi forced his gummy smile to activate, but at the same time, almost bursting at Taehyung's near falsetto. And as the limping, orange-haired boy reached their table with his crutch at the ready, his eyes lit up.

"H-hi Tae," Hoseok giggled, running his free hand through his hair.

His bright smile almost warmed the room to the point where Taehyung could've forgotten that he acted the way he did. Until Hoseok saw Yoongi. And out of no where the smile dropped to a scowl. An eye-twitching, jaw-clenching scowl. And sunshine was gone.

"What're you doing here, Min Yoongi?"

Taehyung sort of counted on Yoongi to screw things up. In his honesty, he always did. For one, his best friend hated Jung Hoseok with a burning passion and for reasons unknown. Tae always thought of it as Yoongi just being petty, since he always said Hoseok looked "too happy to not be smoking something 24/7". But Taehyung was in a situation: Hoseok was apparently insanely in love with him. And no one even knew what Tae did for this to even be possible.

He thought the first few confessions were cute, ending in serenades and small hand-made gifts with tiny notes of encouragement. But when it all started happening on a daily, when standing outside the bathroom just to wait for Taehyung became a thing, he knew that the shit was real. He knew what obsession looked like. So he thought of his problem. And Yoongi was his only answer.

But somehow, he knew his hyung was going to cause a bigger problem.

"Well, since you're blind--" Yoongi shot at the orange-haired boy beside them, earning a kick under the table from Taehyung.

"Ow! Fuck! Uh... I mean, as you can see..."

Tae nodded stiffly.

Yoongi sighed. "I'm clearly having lunch with my... my..."

He grimaced a look at Taehyung.

"With my boyfriend."

Like a complete transition, they both watched Hoseok's face drop to something that showed he was probably close to malfunctioning. And Taehyung mentally sighed in relief.