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yoongi sits on the other end of the sofa, watching hoseok's features even more than the show flashing infront of him.

everytime hoseok laughs his own lips would turn up into an unconscious smile, his eyes gleam nothing but pure admiration for the other.

he'd always wonder about how such beauty exists in this filthy earth, beauty that is too good to be true.

brown smiling eyes, perfectly tall nose, kissable lips and his godly jawline, yoongi can never— never not admire and shower the other with all his love. he leans in closer, just close enough to inhale the scent of hoseok's hair.

“even better up close.” he whispers to himself.

yoongi would slap hoseok with his heart just so that he would finally see him alittle bit better, alittle more than a bro.

maybe as a bro-friend? would that hurt? he's not even sure himself.

“hyung?”

“hm?”

“your...” hoseok motions towards his mouth that's in agape. “oh right.” yoongi purses his lips, turning away from the other.

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