I glared at Yoongi while he stared at the plushie, looking curious. “What the heck?!” he spat. I shrugged, smirking. He gave me a death glare, before lying back down, probably sulking, facing the wall. I chuckled. Cute, I thought... Wait, what the fuck am I thinking?! He's the total opposite of cute! He's just a cold-hearted idiot! I lay down too, clinging onto a Mang plush like it was some sort of sentimental family heirloom.
Next morning..
Namjoon burst into the small room, yelling in some sort of alien language, holding his pillow like a weapon.
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I sat up quickly, laughing as he began hitting me with his fluffy pillow. He started yelling again, waking the grumpy maggot up. (Yoongi) "Namjoon go away," he groaned, Joon still hitting me playfully.
