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๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ฃ๐• 
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐• 
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•–
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•š๐•ง๐•–
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค <๐Ÿ›
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ
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๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ
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๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–
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๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•ช
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๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ช
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๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ข เฐŒ ๐•’
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๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•–
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ
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๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐• 
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•–
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•—๐•š๐•ง๐•–
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐••
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐• 
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•–
๐•ฅ๐•’๐•˜๐•˜๐•–๐••
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•—๐•š๐•ง๐•–
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•– ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐••๐•ฃ๐•–๐•• ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ
๐•—๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•๐•–
โ™ก๏ธŽ ๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฃ๐•ค ๐•Ÿ๐• ๐•ฅ๐•– โ™ก๏ธŽ

๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ

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By strawberryyhobi



As the loud alarm noise echoed through Min Yoongi's room, he groaned to himself and quickly turned it off.

He just lay in bed for a few minutes, completely forgetting what day it was or what he was supposed to do. Finally coming back to reality, he rubbed his eyes in realization that the first basketball game was later tonight.

Even though his heart leaped with excitement and anticipation, worrisome thoughts couldn't help but swarm his head whenever the topic was brought up.

After slipping on a lazy hoodie and sweatpants, he quickly rushed out the door with only a granola bar in his hand, while saying a hasty good bye to his family.

Yoongi tried everything in him to keep a calm attitude, but it was quite difficult, as he kept noticing nervous habits like bouncing his leg and biting his nails.

On his way to school, he kept repeating basic techniques to himself to make sure his performance was perfect.

Okay, remember Yoongi, always keep your eyes on the ball

Turn away from opponents while dribbling

Pass to the person farthest away from the other team

Even though these were all basic rules even people who don't play basketball were aware of, Yoongi always got flustered or stressful during a game making him forget the mere basics of it.

Which sometimes makes him mess up, and he does not want that to happen this year.

Walking through the school entrance way, Yoongi dashed up the stairs and made his way to his locker before classes started.

After getting out the essential textbooks and supplies, he leaned his head against the locker and let out a long sigh. Without much thought, he began banging his head against it, not really caring about the surrounding people.

Almost as if on cue, Seokjin and Namjoon turned the corner and into the hallway Yoongi was in, witnessing him bashing his head against the locker.

"Should we stop him, or watch and laugh?" Seokjin whispered to Namjoon.

"Probably stop him to avoid him getting a concussion for tonight's game," Namjoon replied with a small chuckle.

Both approached Yoongi cautiously, not wanting to upset him, "Um, Yoongs, what the f*ck are you doing??"

Yoongi quickly snapped his head to look at them, and leaned his forehead back against the locker and mumbled, "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Uh, you need any help there buddy?" Seokjin asked with genuine concern.

"I'm fine Kim Seokjin, just fine :]."

"I don' think he's fine," Namjoon whispered in Seokjin's ear while slowly backing away.

Seokjin just huffed and rolled his eyes, "You don't seem fine."

Finally turning around to look at his two friends, he shyly said while rubbing his arm, "I'm just nervous for the game."

"Don't worry Yoongi, you'll be great! We're even making a poster for you!" Namjoon said while giving Yoongi a thumbs up and a smile that showed off his prominent dimples.

Yoongi looked at his feet and let out a small laugh, while trying his best to hide the apparent blush across his pale face, "Y'all are too much."

"That's why you love us!" Seokjin cheekily said as he blew Yoongi a kiss.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, "Nah, still hate you guys," and let out a giggle.

"You're too extra, Jinnie," Namjoon stated while crossing his arms and shaking his head.

"I know, luv," Seokjin blew another air kiss and strutted off.

Namjoon and Yoongi laughed at their extra friend, but followed him anyway as they all walked to class together.

••••

Hoseok and Taehyung walked into first period class, to be met with a smiling Jimin.

"You seem happier than usual today Minnie, whyyyy?" Taehyung observed while eyeing him suspiciously.

"I'm just really excited for tonight!" he responded bubbly while jumping up and down and clapping in his chair.

Hoseok cooed at the adorable site in front of him, and reached out to pat his fluffy hair, "Me too, I'm craving some burgers and sprite reeeaalllll baaaadddd."

"Oh wow, I haven't had soda in such a long time," Jimin realized as he let out a small gasp.

"Ohhhh me too! But right now sweet tea sounds dEEELLiCOUS, get your yeehaw on boyzz," Taehyung exclaimed in a southern accent as he pretended to lasso a cow.

Hoseok and Jimin burst into fits of laughter, while playfully slapping Taehyung on the back.

Only to be quickly silenced by the bell, remained quiet in their seats for the rest of class.

••••

After the tiring dance class, sweat-covered Jimin and Hoseok made their way up to the library where they were meeting everyone, aside from Yoongi and Jungkook who had to go practice for basketball.

Beforehand, they dropped their dance uniforms off at their lockers and changed into fresh clean clothes, while also not forgetting to layer themselves in extra deodorant.

By the time the two entered the library, Seokjin, Namjoon, and Taehyung all waved them down at the table they were sitting at.

"Hey sweaty sisters!" Taehyung said enthusiastically.

Jimin and Hoseok just blinked and gave him the 'bruh' stare, but small laughs following after, "Nice to see you too Tae. Also, I'm not that sweaty," Hoseok defended himself.

"I can see the beautiful shimmer glazed across your forhead. But aight!"

Hoseok just playfully rolled his eyes, before sitting down at their group's table. For the first hour, the five friends worked and helped each other on homework assignments, before starting the poster.

"Okay, I think Taehyung should draw Yoongi and Jungkook since he's the best one at drawing out of all of us," Namjoon said while earning everyone's approval.

"Jimin has the neatest handwriting by far, so he can write the words in fancy handwriting that you would see on Pinterest," Taehyung added on.

"What are we gonna do, Jin?" Namjoon asked.

"Sit back, relax, and scold. AKA, my life motto," Seokjin smoothily replied while resting his head on the back on his chair and leaning back.

Namjoon just sighed and shook his head at his friend, but continued to give helpful suggestions to Jimin and Taehyung.

Hoseok awkwardly sat there and watched as Jimin and Taehyung worked their artistic magic, as he tried to think of ways to help them.

Then, his eyes soon lit up as an idea came to mind.

"Is it okay if I draw flowers on the border of the poster? If you don't want me to it's totally fine though!" he kindly suggested with a big smile.

"Of course Hobi, that's a great idea!" Jimin exclaimed as he sent Hoseok a reassuring smile.

Confidence filled Hoseok, as he picked up some colorful markers and began drawing flowers along the borders, careful to stay out of Taehyung and Jimin's way while doing so.

Ever since Hoseok was little, he loved drawing small things like flowers or butterflies, even though he didn't consider himself anywhere near an artist.

Joy just simply came out of it, and he always found himself doodling whenever he was stressed out or bored.

His hand glided along the poster board, creating smooth strokes as he carefully blended the colors for the flower petals.

Once they all finished covering the poster in brightly-covered drawings and beautifully written calligraphy, they all made their way to the gymnasium where the game was going to take place.

"Oh my god they have snacks!!" Taehyung squealed in delight.

"Ah okay, only get a few though since we're getting food afterwards," Seokjin scolded.

"Hm okay! C'mon Hoseokie and Jiminie," Taehyung pulled the two into the side room with the counter displayed with a variety of snacks and food.

"Are you guys gonna get anything?" Taehyung asked.

"Nah, I wanna save for dinner," Hoseok replied, with Jimin nodding in agreement.

"Aw, you guys are no fun!" Taehyung pouted while crossing his arms.

The two just laughed as they slung their arms around their friend, helping him pick out which snacks to buy.

Even though both Hoseok, Seokjin, and Jimin warned Taehyung not to buy too much, he came back with buckets of popcorn and several chip bags anyway, ignoring his friends' protests.

Seokjin turned around, and nearly yelped at the sight, "What the f*ck Tae! You're not gonna have room for dinner afterwards."

"B*tch do you know how much food I can eat?" Taehyung retorted back with popcorn falling out of his mouth.

Seokjin surrendered amongst his chuckles as he followed the group into the bleachers.

Since they arrived about ten minutes before the game, they all just filled the atmosphere with fun topics and laughter while patiently waiting to see Yoongi and Jungkook.

Once the players walked out, Taehyung yelled, "HOLY SH*T KOOKIE! YOONGLES! HOES, DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

Yoongi and Jungkook's heads turned to Taehyung, flushed deep pink with embarrassment. But nevertheless, they waved in their directions while continuing to walk to the end of the court.

"Are those your little friends?" Chul asked with a smirk.

Jungkook and Yoongi sent him dirty looks, while simply ignoring him. The two hated when he picked on their friend group, especially in this situation when Taehyung was just being supportive.

Seokjin and Namjoon tried their best to hide their faces inside their hoodies so people wouldn't recognize them.

Taehyung however, not caring for the world, just sat back down and smiled to himself while continuing to wave to Jungkook and Yoongi.

Hoseok and Jimin couldn't help but laugh at their goofy friend, and waved as well.

As Hoseok peered his eyes into the court full of players, he nearly gasped when he noticed Chul was amongst them.

"Holy shat," Hoseok mumbled under his breath, as Chul looked even taller in the uniform.

Taehyung turned to meet Hoseok with a questioning expression, "Uh, you good?"

Hoseok, who was blushing uncontrollably, let out a quiet "Oh yeah, I just didn't know Chul played basketball."

A smirk overtook Taehyung's face, as he quirked an eyebrow at Hoseok, "Mhm, he's really good too. Why do you care though?"

Hoseok's eyes widened, as he replied with a meek "No reason," while covering his face.

"You know Hobi," Jimin said since he had overheard their conversation, "it's okay to admit you have a crush, we won't judge you," he teased.

Hoseok just simply flipped the two off, while focusing on his phone to avoid all awkward interaction about this topic.

Laughter escaped Taehyung and Jimin's mouths, as they high fived each other before turning their attention back to the game.

During the entire game, Hoseok's gaze never left Chul. It was nearly impossible, as his body shined with the sweat that appeared all over him.

Not to mention that his muscular limbs were now visible in the uniform shorts and tank top, only making Hoseok focus more intensely on him.

He tried his best to pay attention to his friends on the court, since that's the main reason why he came, but of course his stupid crush had to get in the way of that.

Hoseok didn't even notice he was biting his lip until Taehyung and Jimin pointed it out, "Uh Hobi, don't bite your lip too hard or its gonna start bleeding," they said amongst laughing.

Quickly releasing his lip, Hoseok's face turned an even pinker shade if that was even possible at this point.

"You want some water, you seem quite thirsty," Jimin could barely get out as he was practically wheezing at this point.

Hoseok just rolled his eyes while spanking Jimin on the butt, making him yelp at the sudden contact.

"That's what you get," Hoseok said with a satisfied smirk placed across his face.

Taehyung was on the floor at this point, barely breathing as he laughed at Jimin.

In order to avoid Jimin and Taehyung's constant teasing, Hoseok instead focused on Yoongi and Jungkook.

They were both incredibly good, with their fast movements and quick dodging. It was obvious those two, including Chul, were among the best on the team.

Yoongi had just made a basket, causing everyone in their friend group, along with Hoseok, to yell up and cheer, "YES YOONGI! KING DID THAT! OH MY GOD WIG SNATCHED! YES B*TCH! PERIODT POOH SLAY THEM MOTHERTRUCKERS HONEY!"

Other students around them gave them odd glances, but they couldn't care less at this point. The group kept cheering and calling out both Jungkook and Yoongi's names to build their confidence and show their support.

"THOSE ARE MY BESTIES!" Taehyung shouted, pointing in Yoongi and Jungkook's directions.

"YES JK DODGE HIM! YES KING!" Seokjin yelled at the top of his lungs.

They all kept this going for the rest of the game, no matter how much their voices hurt from screeching at the top of their lungs.

The score was at 51 - 89, their school in the lead.

With only a few more minutes left, everyone in the bleachers cheered as they announced their school had won.

This of course, made the group go even more hysterical than before.

"AH HOLY MOTHER OF GOD YES! YOONGI AND JUNGKOOK DID THAT!" Namjoon yelled across the gym.

Hoseok let out a very enthusiastic "WOOOOOOO!!!!!" followed by Jimin's, "YES HOES!"

Yoongi and Jungkook smiled at their friends, also noticing the poster Taehyung and Hoseok were waving back and forth together.

As they went off the court, Yoongi turned to give everyone on his team's high fives and congratulate them on their win.

As he was going down the line, he came to the last teammate, Chul.

Since Yoongi was mature and wanted to acknowledge Chul's performance despite how much he didn't want to, he put out his hand for a handshake and said with a forced smile, "Good job Chul! You were really good tonight!"

Chul took his hand in a harsh handshake and replied with a smirk plastered across his face, "Wish I could say the same to you," before walking off.

Jungkook took Yoongi by the shoulders and led him to the locker rooms to change, "Just ignore him, Yoongi. He's not worth your time."

Yoongi took a deep breath in, "You're right Kookie, let's just enjoy our time with the others."

Everyone else waited outside the school for Yoongi and Jungkook, and practically jumped them as they walked out of the building towards them.

The two were squished in a big group hug, hardly breathing from Namjoon's very tight teddy bear hug and grasp around them.

Hoseok awkwardly stood outside the group, not sure whether he should join or not, before Jimin and Namjoon pulled him in.

A smile covered his face as he wrapped his arms around his friends, feeling a sense of love and security.

Finally after everyone pulled away from the suffocating hug, they all began praising the two.

"You guys were amazing holy sheet!"

"Y'all popped off!"

"YOONGI WORLD'S BEST CAPTAIN!"

"JK you did that!"

"I almost cried," everyone turned to look at Taehyung fake crying as he said that and burst into fits of laughter.

"We're going to Five Guys right?" Jungkook asked.

"Yup!" Namjoon responded with a sharp 'p'.

"Good, 'cuz I'm STARVING!"

"Same, I barely ate today 'cuz I was so stressed," Yoongi added on.

"Well, you did great Yoongi, your score was so high compared to the other school's," Jimin reassured his friend as he pat him on the back.

"Thanks Jiminie."

Since Five Guys was only a few blocks away from their respected high school, the group decided to walk instead of wasting money on a bus.

On their way there, Hoseok thought it would be a good idea to tell both Jungkook and Yoongi a 'good job' individually, since he wanted to display his genuine acknowledgment.

"Jungkook you did really well tonight, by the way. Like seriously, I suck at basketball," Hoseok said with a small laugh added at the end of it.

"Aww thanks Hobi!" Jungkook said while squishing Hoseok in a tight hug. Hoseok hugged back with a big smile planted across his face.

After Jungkook released him and went to talk to Namjoon, Hoseok made his way over to Yoongi with sweaty palms.

Lightly tapping him on the shoulder he complimented, "You did amazing Yoongi, great job out there!" Hoseok said with a huge smile on his face.

Yoongi replied with a shy, "Oh, thank you Hoseok," before turning back to Seokjin.

Noticing Yoongi's lack of gratitude, Taehyung mentioned, "You know Kookie and Yoongi, it was Hobi's idea to draw the flowers. Aren't they amazing?!"

Yoongi himself was shocked to say the least, since he had assumed Taehyung drew them as they were remarkably good.

However, he didn't show it and just nodded in appreciation while Jungkook started screaming compliments at Hoseok, putting him into a flustered mess.

When everyone stepped inside the restaurant, Hoseok kindly offered, "Hey, I can pay for everyone if you'd all like. Since I'm kinda new to this and in appreciation for Jungkook and Yoongi's win."

Everyone told Hoseok it was okay and that it was really kind of him to do so, but Hoseok persisted as he was completely fine with it.
Feeling defeated, everyone said thank you at least a million times, while Hoseok just shrugged it off with a smile.

Even Yoongi told him a genuine "thank you", which Hoseok was very surprised and flattered by.

He responded with a quick "Of course!" before walking up to the counter and paying.

"Hobi, you're way too nice you didn't have to!" Seokjin said while lacing his arm across his back.

"Don't worry about it Jinnie, I wanted to."

The rest of the nice was filled with mostly laughter and throwing fries at each other, and it was the most fun Hoseok had ever had.

Even though he felt pretty included with everyone beforehand, this only secured their bond and brightened Hoseok's mood even more.

They even took pinterest-y photos with each other, resulting in endless laughter and praises.

Eventually, everyone departed as they went their separate ways, not leaving without pouts or hugs.

Even Yoongi and Hoseok felt a little more comfortable around each other, partly from the positive energy radiating from the evening.








🍭this chapter was much longer than previous ones, hope you all enjoyed!! :D and thank u sm for 300 reads 🥺💖

🍄stay safe <3

🍧editor/assistant: jiminie_cricket_

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