7: Seokjin's Angels

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"Wow, your room is luxurious as heaven," Hoseoks' eyes widen in admiration and awe. "I'm happy for you guys." He looks around the spacious room painted a comforting pink and rich white. A feathery bed lay off to the side where a beautiful tapestry hung. Hanging on the opposite wall were self-portraits of himself framed in elegant gold frame, stacks of books that signified knowledge and glimmering money in the form of chocolates. Above the Apple monitor was strung a fishing rod against the painted backdrop of the ocean. It was clear that Seokjin's state of mind was definitely blooming and that his success was near. It gave Hoseok assurance because he was more eager and excited to possibly pair you up with this beautiful mind.

However, Yoongi seemed to be taking in the scene in a different way.

"The hell is this," he blurts out, eyes going wide as he surveys the place. All he could do was compare it to the crumbling, poor room that him and Hoseok had to share. "UNFAIR. You've even got a fucking bed in here."

The two angels sitting on the leather couch in front of the computer turn in surprise to see their visitors. One stands up at once politely and almost protectively whereas the other just leans over the back of the couch. As the two groups of angels finally meet face to face, Hoseok feels obliged to apologize.

He smiles sweetly, lowering his head in respect. "Sorry for intruding like this. I hope you don't mind. I'm Hoseok and this is my partner, Yoongi."

"We do mind," the one on the couch scoffs but his partner ignores him, returning Hoseok's smile with one of his own.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Jimin and this is Taehyung. How can we help you?" the one standing, who appeared to be Jimin spoke in a sweet, silky tone that almost matched Hoseok's own voice. If it wasn't for their genuine personalities one would think they were being sarcastic or mocking one another.

"We're here on some matchmaking business," Hoseok smiles, blushing lightly as if he was shy about that fact himself. Jimin's smile fades a little in surprise as if he wasn't expecting that and his eyebrows raise. However, Taehyung just laughs, shaking his head.

"Ha," he says, smirking. "You can walk yourselves out, then. We get people like you all the time but our man's dating no one but himself. Like he says: "I'm the one I should love."

"He sounds pathetic," Yoongi replies, curtly. "And lonely too. Our girl's a catch."

"If she's a catch then why are you here?" Taehyung shoots back, glaring at Yoongi for insulting Seokjin's beautiful phrase.

"Who is the girl?" Jimin asks, lips forming an 'o' shape as he gives an almost adorably confused expression to Hoseok and Yoongi. Whereas Hoseok seemed more organised, honest and mature Jimin looked like the type of good boy who cute for being charming, cute and funny, qualities that Seokjin himself possessed.

"Her name is Y/N," Hoseok explains, kindly.

"Ah the girl from World History?" Jimin nods in recognition before adds, equally kindly: "She's beautiful and smart."

"She's probably a virgin," Taehyung cuts in side-eyeing Yoongi to verify the truth. The sharp reaction he received from Yoongi satisfied his guess. Hating the gleeful expression on Taehyung's face with his tongue all hanging out, Yoongi turns to glare at Hoseok giving him an unspoken "I told you so. "

Hoseok ignores the both of them, looking more at Jimin who was willing to listen. "Look here. If you can trust us, I'm sure things will turn out well. She's a really special person, selfless and passionate. She's loved him for so long too. Everyone needs love and they're perfect for each other."

Jimin hesitates, not knowing how to receive such a willing request. It was not that he did not like Y/N, it was just that he was protective of Seokjin who seemed too special, too good for anyone to have. He looks at Taehyung as if for aid but the plain, stony stare that Taehyung gives him is enough body language for him to know that Taehyung was definitely against this.

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