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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•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•–
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•—๐• ๐•ฆ๐•ฃ
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๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ค๐•–๐•ง๐•–๐•Ÿ
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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•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ
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
๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•š๐•ฉ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•—๐•š๐•ง๐•–
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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• ๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•จ๐• 

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By strawberryyhobi

"You look pretty-"

Yoongi snapped his head up, cheeks instantly turning a bright read at the compliment. It was as if time had completely stopped, the movie playing in front of them was soon forgotten as the two boys in the room just stared at each other.

"What!?" His eyes widened, voice stuttering in the process which he mentally scolded himself for. As soon as those words left Hoseok's mouth, Yoongi's mind became a flustered pile of mush, not being able to comprehend anything at the moment.

Did Hoseok just call me pretty??

"..pretty tired," Hoseok hesitated, eyeing Yoongi oddly for acting so strange, "I was going to suggest that we should start taking you guys home, if you want."

"O," Yoongi was much too embarrassed to say anything else, cheeks only turning a brighter shade of pink.

Dumb b*tch, why would he call you pretty?

Even though the 'compliment' was unexpected and took Yoongi off guard, he couldn't help but feel a tad bit disappointed that it wasn't one. But as soon as this subconscious thought slipped through his mindset, he immediately shook is head to dismiss it entirely.

"U-umm well, we can take the others home since they seem exhausted. I'm not too tired right now."

Hoseok awkwardly nodded at the response, as the stiff and weird tension in the room was too undeniable not to notice.

Making his way over towards the three who had fallen asleep all on top of each other, Hoseok gently shook them awake as to not disturb them too much. Yoongi softened at the sight, as it resembled a parent waking up their children after a long car ride.

After Hoseok waved him over to help, Yoongi quickly stood up and scrambled his way over towards the sleeping trio, giggling quietly at the adorable sight.

Snores and groans erupted from them as the two attempted at lifting them, both cringing as the three squirmed under their touch.

"This is gonna be a lot harder than I thought," Hoseok chuckled softly, as he struggled at picking up a sleeping Jungkook.

It never really occurred to Hoseok how heavy Jungkook was. But it shouldn't be a surprise, considering how ripped and fit he was.

Must be all that muscle mass, Hoseok thought to himself.

Smirking at the sight of Hoseok already growing tired from simply lifting Jungkook's torso off the ground, Yoongi giggled before quickly covering its up with a cough.

"Hey don't laugh at me," Hoseok pouted, "he's heavy!" He whisper shouted at the Yoongi, who put his arms up in defense before carrying Taehyung bridesmaid style.

Hoseok couldn't help but coo at the sight of Taehyung instinctively wrapping his arms around Yoongi's neck, before dozing off once again as a small smile formed at the corner of his pink lips.

After loading Jungkook in the backseat of the car and dropping Taehyung off at his house across the street, the two went back for Jimin.

"Okay, you get his legs, I'll get the arms," Yoongi explained in a hushed tone, before Hoseok went to the other side and lifted Jimin by his toned shoulders.

Even though Jimin's weight was equally distributed between them, the two groaned as they tried carrying him down the stairs. Thankfully, they didn't end up dropping him.

"God, you would expect Jimin to be light since he's so small," Hoseok grunted, his arms about to give out from beneath him.

"I know, where the f*ck is he storing all that weight?"

"Probably his a$$" Hoseok snickered.

Yoongi snorted at the comment, but quickly shut himself up as to not wake up the sleeping Jimin being swung between them, "True."

Once they eventually loaded the two in the car, which was extremely difficult since they were both dead weight from being totally asleep, the elders hopped in the front seats to drop them off.

"Okay- oh wait um do you know where they live?" Hoseok sheepishly asked, as he pulled back the gear shift.

"Oh uh yeah," Yoongi shuffled through his pants pocket, pulling out his phone to type in Jungkook's address first.

"Starting route to xxxxxxx"

"Thanks," Hoseok mumbled, earning a small "Mhm" from Yoongi in return.

The car ride to Jungkook's was silent, except for the occasional small talk as to not make it unbearably awkward or uncomfortable between the two.

Normally in situations like this, Hoseok would play music from his Spotify playlist or the car radio. But, because the two were fast asleep in the back, that wasn't an option this time.

Since Hoseok absolutely despised small talk, as it usually only made the conversation seem forced, he decided to strike up more interesting questions and topics.

"What's your favorite type of sandwich?" He blurted out.

Oh wait f*ck, Hoseok immediately regretted asking that stupid question, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

Swiftly whipping his head away from the window he had been staring out of, Yoongi met Hoseok's concentrated expression as he focused on the road ahead of him.

Quirking an eyebrow before letting out a small chuckle, Yoongi curiously asked, "Why sandwich?"

"Ahh I don't know!" Hoseok pouted cutely.

Cute, Yoongi thought to himself, fumbling with his fingers as he turned his attention back down towards his lap.

"Well, I like peanut butter and jelly-"

"YES TASTE!" Hoseok hummed as he threw his head back against the car seat, picturing the perfect peanut butter and jelly sandwich that he was now craving deeply.

"You like PB&J?" Yoongi perked his head up towards the boy next to him.

"Mhm, my favorite."

Nodding, Yoongi stroke up another question, "Do you prefer the sandwich halves to be cut in triangles or rectangles?"

"Oh my god triangles for sure, what kind of psychopath would choose rectangles?"

"I don't know, many people," Yoongi laughed at Hoseok's enthusiasm towards the topic.

"Okay but what's your opinion on mayonnaise?" Hoseok inquired.

Gagging on air, Yoongi responded as he put a fist to his mouth, "Hella nasty."

"Thank you, Tae for some reason, has like an addiction to it."

"Who would willingly eat mayonnaise?"

"The same type of people who pour milk before cereal," Hoseok chuckled.

"Now that's-," Yoongi paused dramatically, "criminal behavior. I can't be friends with people who do that."

"I know ri- oh sh*t! I missed Gguk's street," Hoseok swore, swerving the car back around to relapse the block.

Trying to keep his laugh in, which to no avail, Yoongi covered his mouth with his sleeve, acting as if he was wiping something off his lips.

"You ain't slick, Yoongi."

Blushing ferociously, Yoongi faced away from the boy next to him, trying his hardest not to burst out laughing. He didn't even know why this sudden urge to laugh came to him. Maybe it was the chaotic energy Hoseok always carried around with him, or possibly it was because in moments where you weren't supposed to laugh were always funnier.

"S-sor-ry," Yoongi choked from wheezing, before immediately covering up his laughs with his sleeve.

"What's so funny?" Hoseok began giggling as well, since laughs were contagious.

"I-I don't know," Yoongi was barely to get out, with short laughs interrupting every word or syllable that happened to come out of his mouth.

"Welp, we're here, help me get him inside?" Hoseok asked, raising an eyebrow at Yoongi with a cheeky smile on his lips.

Nodding, Yoongi unbuckled his seatbelt before heading to the door where Jungkook was sleeping at.

"Kook," Yoongi spoke gently, lightly shaking the boy awake.

"Huh?" Jungkook slowly opened his watery and sleepy eyes, peering at his two friends before him.

"We're at your house, lets get you inside," Hoseok smiled, before latching his arm around Jungkook's waist, as Yoongi took Jungkook's other arm around his shoulder.

"I don't wanna goooo, can't I stay with Hobi?" The younger whined softly, while half asleep.

Laughing lightly at his baby-like behavior, Hoseok just shook his head before leading Jungkook up the porch steps.

☺︎︎☺︎︎☺︎︎

After dropping Jimin off just a few minutes prior, Hoseok and Yoongi sighed feeling relieved to have finally finished. It felt as if they were parents looking after three small children.

"Alrighttt now that that's over with," Hoseok chuckled, "what's your address?"

Yoongi wouldn't admit it, but he actually really liked spending time with Hoseok. Different sides of the brunet came out that evening, as Yoongi got to experience all his corny jokes and lame humor, or just watch his more chaotic side unfold.

Placing his phone map on the car dashboard, Yoongi started the route to his house.

"Oh wait-" Yoongi quickly paused the directions, facing Hoseok who was curiously looking at him, "um, can I quickly take a picture of the view outside the car? For our project?"

"Oh yeah, sure." Hoseok nodded, handing him the camera that was conveniently stored in one of the car compartments.

Remembering how to work it from Hoseok's mini lesson a few weeks ago, Yoongi began snapping photos of the bright lights, beautifully illuminating the navy black sky. After spending a few minutes on that, Yoongi gave back the camera to Hoseok, who gently placed it back where it had been.

A few minutes into the drive towards Yoongi's house, Hoseok suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence around them.

"Yoongi?"

"Mhm?"

"Why did you get so flustered earlier, back in my room right before we took Jimin, JK, and Tae home?"

Yoongi's eyes widened at the question, blush instantly coating his cheeks.

Tell meee this isn't happening please Lord, Yoongi prayed to himself, wracking his brain to come up with a small yet believable lie.

Yet, Yoongi was a horrible liar so he knew that wouldn't work.

"Umm I just thought you said something else," he went with, praying the younger wouldn't ask what it was.

But of course, this was real life. And Hoseok was more on the curious side of the spectrum, "Like what?"

"I thought you called me pretty," Yoongi weakly mumbled under his breath, cheeks practically on fire by now.

A small smirk formed on Hoseok's face at the confession, before he responded shyly, "Oh, well I mean, you are quite pretty."

Yoongi's eyes went as wide as saucers at this, as he blankly stared at Hoseok who's attention was still on the road.

"W-what?"

Hoseok giggled at the elder's flustered state, "Yeah, I mean it's not surprising. Your mint hair really suits you."

Sitting back against the car seat, soaking in the information slowly, Yoongi just kept his eyes on the road before him as his mind was in several places at the moment.

"T-hank you," Yoongi shyly responded, playing with his sweater paws.

"Has anyone ever told you that before?" Hoseok asked, his voice sounding genuine and mature at the question.

Lifting his head up rapidly at the once again unexpected question, Yoongi asked, "Told me what?"

Hoseok rolled his eyes playfully, "That you're pretty."

"Oh," Yoongi nervously scratched the back of his head, staring at his beat up sneakers, "I don't think so?" His unsure answer came out as more of a question than anything, as his voice nearly raised ten octaves at the end of it.

"That's hard to believe," Hoseok muttered under his breath, his eyes sparkling from the street lights.

"I mean, I don't really remember that kind of stuff, I guess," Yoongi mumbled.

"I'll help you remember."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll remind you everyday," Hoseok giggled happily to himself, turning his head the slightest towards Yoongi.

"Oh god, you really don't-"

Hoseok interrupted him by putting a hand up, "Too late, my mind's already made up."

Sinking down into the squishy car seat, Yoongi was attempting to hide his rosy pink face by stuffing his head into his knees.

So tiny, Hoseok thought to himself.

As Yoongi's house came into view, Hoseok sighed as he put the car into park, slowly turning to face the boy next to him.

"Want me to walk you up to your porch?" Hoseok offered, tilting his head to side slightly.

"No its alright, thank you though."

"Okay, oh before you go-"

Rotating in his seat to face the younger's brown, chocolatey eyes, Yoongi responded with a curious, "Hm?"

"Let's hang out soon!" Hoseok excitedly clapped his hands together, a huge smile taking over his face.

"Oh, uh sure," Yoongi replied, a small smile lacing his lips.

"Hehe okie! See you later Yoongi!" A thread of laughter followed after Hoseok's words, making Yoongi chuckle and playfully roll his eyes at the brunet's excitement.

"Bye Hoseok~" Yoongi lightly dragged out in a sing-song voice, before turning his back to the younger with one last wave.

And even though Hoseok couldn't see it, Yoongi's bright and adorable gummy smile made an appearance once again, as happiness surged up inside him.



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🍼hope u enjoyed hehe <3
🍓editor/assistant: jiminie_cricket_

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