student of the year; taekook

11: xxl shirts

^^^ literally the cutest thing on the planet. it's one of my favorite gifs of them. 

"hobi, i'm not gonna wear a damn maid's costume on friday." yoongi rolled his eyes and everyone laughed when rice got stuck on the corner of his mouth. 

the brunette whined. "why not? femboy fridays are a thing! it'd be so ho-cool!" hoseok corrects himself, almost turning blushing pink because he didn't want to call the pale older hot in front of all his friends. 

"i'd literally rather die." he deadpans, no smiling, no change in emotions.  jungkook is chuckling and he looks to the right to see taehyung smiling at him too. 

class was over and it was lunchtime. since taehyung and jungkook missed it last week, they were demanded to show up this time and entertain the elders with their presence. jimin tried to bully them into buying him fried rice but of course jungkook won that fight with an intimidating glare and a quick arm wrestling tournament. 

"but you'd look so beautiful." he bats his eyelashes and his heart shaped smile slips into a cute pout, one that makes everyone swoon. "please hyung? for me?"for a second hoseok's tricks look like they're about to work their magic on yoongi, his eyes latch onto his lips and he's distracted. 

but the pale boy is experienced with bratty pouting, he's friends with jungkook, the world's biggest, bratty baby. yoongi knows all of the tricks in the book. 

"sorry baby, it's a no." yoongi's smirking as he eats, enjoying the exaggerated pout on the skinny brunette's face at the rejection. the entire table erupts into giggles at the mini argument even they failed to realize the pet name thrown into the sentence. 

namjoon shook his head with a grin. "hyung's femboy kink aside, i was told that it's jimin's birthday soon." he juts his chin towards the pink haired boy that was filling up his water bottle. hoseok nodded at him.

"it's gonna be pretty big. i heard mr. park is going all out this year. "he turns to yoongi and jungkook, knowing that those two wouldn't leave the house even if it was on fire. "you two have to be there. i won't accept any excuses!"

"but-"

hoseok pressed a hand close to yoongi's face. "nope. you will go to the party and we'll play beer pong and get really drunk and have the stereotypical high school fun that i see in those stupid coming of age movies. or else " the older pushes his hand off and it springs back up in a challenge, smirking all the way at each other. 

"or else what?" yoongi taunts. 

"or else i'll poke you. to death, my fingers are like fucking daggers." hoseok emphasized by twisting his fingers in the air with vigor. they engage in a poking match, aiming for the points that make the other fold over and giggle. 

 cute jungkook thought, he turns to taehyung who is chomping on his sandwich in pout and the word cute rings in his mind yet again. cutecutecute. 

"so that means you'll be coming to the party too, jeon?" he grins at jungkook and there's a bit of sauce on the corner of his lip but it gives him the perfect excuse to ogle at taehyung's mouth. follow the path of his pink tongue to get at that leftover sauce, watch his lips move as he speaks, marvel at how soft they look, how kissable they look....

idiot, he's asking you a question. 

jungkook blinks a couple of times. "oh-yeah. i-if you want me to." aaand, he's back to being a stumbling mess around taehyung, stuttering and blushing. 

"no, not if i want to. do you want to come to the party?" taehyung pokes jungkook's chest and little tingles spread through his body at the tiniest touch. fuck, what's wrong with me?