[A/N: this chapter is 2500+ words so buckle up buttercups 👁👄👁 and swear words are uncensored from now on, unless you don't feel comfortable with it then please don't be afraid to comment and I'll go back to censoring]
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Lil Meow Meow
where r u?
Yoongi sighed, stuffing his phone in his back pocket as he gazed out the window while waiting for the younger to come out of the dance practice room after school.
The sky outside had an eery feel to it, different variations grays clashes together, completely covering up any bit of sunshine that happened to peak through the thick storm clouds. Yoongi just hoped the incoming rainfall would hold off, since he and Hoseok decided on walking to the brunet's house for the project.
Impatiently tapping his foot on the lobby carpet, Yoongi's cat-like eyes scanned the room and nearby hallways for any signs of the younger. He thought about texting Jimin, since the two had their last class together, but decided against it since he didn't want to seem to desperate.
And right when he was about to send another hasty text message, a vibration in his pocket buzzed as he eagerly took it out to see that it was, indeed, a text from Hoseok.
annoying ass bitch
coming up rn ☃️☃️
(read 3:15pm)
Yoongi let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, as he shut off his phone and tapped his foot recklessly against the red carpeted floor. Faint rumbles of thunder sounded in the distance, and Yoongi prayed to the dear lords that it wouldn't pour down on the pair in their walk home.
And also for Hoseok to hurry his ass up.
Just as he was about to lose all hope, a high pitched squeal erupted through Yoongi's eardrums, "I'm here, Yoongiiiiii!"
Yoongi turned around swiftly at the familiar voice, graciously smiling as a glowing Hoseok ran up to him.
"Okay! You ready?" Hoseok asked with biggest smile on his face, making it nearly impossible for Yoongi not to melt into a puddle of mush in the middle of the school lobby.
"Yup, lets go before we get stormed on," Yoongi said, heading towards the entrance doors as Hoseok hurriedly tagged along behind him.
"Hey, where's Eon Jin and Dawon? Don't they usually walk with you guys?" Yoongi asked curiously, tilting his head to the side.
"Oh I told them yesterday that they can just walk there right after school together since Tae is going somewhere else too."
Nodding in response, Yoongi hesitantly peered up time the sky, checking if any signs of rain or lightning were present.
"Gah don't do that!" Hoseok forcefully shoved Yoongi's head down by grabbing his chin, making him look straight ahead, "Can't you still get blind from looking up at the sky even when it's cloudy?"
Yoongi's face grimaced at the tight hold Hoseok had on him, gently peeling off the younger's fingers, "I couldn't give two shits, I'm trying to see if we're gonna get struck by lightning or rained on."
"I don't think we have to worry-"
A loud roar of thunder interrupted Hoseok, who screamed bloody murder and instantly jumped onto Yoongi's back without any warning at all beforehand.
"Ahhh SHIT!" Hoseok screamed, practically choking Yoongi's poor neck with his arms and the elder tried to regain his balance from underneath.
"Oh my god, Hoseok-"
"Nope nope nope sorry I am not getting off."
"This isn't a free real estate," Yoongi huffed, shifting his hands underneath Hoseok's thighs to ensure the younger wouldn't fall off.
"Now it is," Hoseok sassily retorted, though it came out more muffled since his head was buried into the crook of Yoongi's neck.
"Ughh how far away is your house from here?"
Peeking up warily, Hoseok nonchalantly responded, "Just another three blocks."
"THREE? Hoseok I can't carry you for three blocks-"
"I'll pay you!"
Yoongi quirked an eyebrow in interest, "Hmmm how much?"
"Bitch I'm broke, I meant I'll pay you with freshly baked cookies," Hoseok snorted.
"Those better be some bomb ass cookies."
"The best."
Nodding in contentment, Yoongi uncomfortably adjusted from underneath, trying his best to keep Hoseok up on his hunched over back.
About a block away from the house, small droplets of rain came sprinkling down onto the pair, making Yoongi try his best at speeding up his walking pace. Yet, Mother Nature wasn't very gracious towards them and soon heavy rainfall came crashing down onto the piggy-backing pair.
"Fuck me," Yoongi grumbled quietly to himself, his brand new sneakers splashing along the sidewalk puddles, which splattered water all over the boy's pants.
"Gl-"
Yoongi, who's face was bright pink, widened his eyes knowing exactly what the younger was about to say before shutting him up immediately, "Save it, I don't want to hear what I think you're about to say."
Hoseok, who had a big cheeky grin plastered on his face, dug his head right back to where it was.
And although Yoongi was carrying the weight of a human and two book-filled backpacks, he did have the benefit of having Hoseok as his personal shield from the rain.
Which Hoseok wasn't very happy about since he got entirely soaked, but then again Yoongi was doing him a favor by carrying his ass.
So in the end, they were both equal.
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"Oh my god my socks are drenched, these were the trendy Nike ones too!" Hoseok whined, ripping off the wet socks and dumping them in the laundry basket placed by the doorway.
"Okay vsco girl," Yoongi teased, earning a playful slap on the arm.
"Shut up Bublasaur," Hoseok snapped back playfully, to which Yoongi scoffed at, "My hair is lighter than him," he retaliated, crossing his arms over his chest protectively.
"You're right, the mint is fading," Hoseok chuckled, ruffling Yoongi's damp hair with his hands before setting down his backpack on the floor.
"I need to re-dye it," Yoongi sighed, checking his reflection in the hallway mirror.
Hoseok perked his head up, eyes twinkling with enthusiasm and excitement as those words left the elder's lips, "Oh my god I should dye it for you!" He squealed, clapping his hands together at rather stunned Yoongi.
"Uhhh I don't think that's a good idea-"
"Shhhh" Hoseok placed a finger over Yoongi's lips, whose cheeks were a rosy pink, "let me work my magic," Hoseok winked, before turning around to get something out of his backpack.
If he wasn't blushing then, Yoongi was definitely blushing now after just experiencing Hoseok winking at him.
Just from the simple action, it felt as if Yoongi was floating on pink clouds all throughout the atmosphere hovering above Earth. Almost as if a weight had been lifted off him, this fuzzy feeling taking control of his body entirely.
Snapping out of it, he turned to the brunet who was looking expectantly at him.
"Shouldn't we do our project though?" Yoongi meekly mumbled, making sweater paws with his hoodie.
Hoseok groaned, "Ughh you're right, let's get that over with and then we can do the fun stuff later!" He giggled, pulling Yoongi by the wrist into his room.
"Oh also," Hoseok began, scanning his eyes up and down Yoongi's wet clothes, "I should probably give you a spare change of clothes. You're soaked."
"Are you sure? I'm fine like this."
"Yep!" Hoseok pulled Yoongi by the wrist and into his bedroom, before laying out hoodie and sweatpants options for the elder.
"They may be a little.. big-" Hoseok giggled, causing Yoongi to blush at the comment.
"It's fine!" He reassured, picking up a set the brunet gave him.
"Uh, should I change in the bathroom or?" Yoongi nervously looked down at the floor, shyness instantly taking over.
"Yeah, that's fine since I'll change too," Hoseok reasoned, leading Yoongi towards the bathroom across the hall before he changed into a fresh pair of clothing as well.
After the two changed into comfy lounge clothes, which Hoseok wouldn't stop babying and teasing Yoongi about since his clothes utterly swallowed his petite figure up whole, the two finally settled down and began working on the finishing remnants of their project.
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"Finally!" Yoongi yawned, leaning back against Hoseok's bed, who plopped down right next to him.
"You think we passed?" Hoseok turned his head to face him, who was gazing up at the white ceiling above them.
"Hopefully. I mean, what were we supposed to write anyway? How we feel spiritually connected to the photos?"
Hoseok chuckled, "Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if that's what the teacher was looking for. She's a nuthead ."
"True," Yoongi laughed before rubbing his hands along his clearly tired face.
"Sooo," Hoseok smirked, perching his elbow on the bed, "what color do you want your hair?"
Gulping, Yoongi nervously bit his lip as turned towards Hoseok, "Are you sure about this? I mean so much could go wrong-"
"Positive," Hoseok interrupted, sending a reassuring smile to the boy across from him, whose heart was flipping and stunting into cartwheels.
"Okay, um what colors do you have?"
Without any response, Hoseok sat up from the bed and yanked Yoongi up with him, leading them both towards the small bathroom across the hallway from his room.
The cabinets were jam packed with hair dye, it wouldn't even be surprising if the Jung family ran their own store off of it. Yoongi couldn't help but wonder why they had so much, since it seemed like Hoseok's current buoyant curly brown hair was extremely healthy and natural.
"Why do you have so much dye?"
Grabbing a few dye boxes from the sink cabinet, Hoseok sighed, "My stupid bitch of a sister always buys hair dye whenever she's upset about something. Then, she never does it so we're stocked."
Yoongi snorted, before looking at Hoseok worryingly, letting his insecurities get to the best of him, "Umm do you even know how to dye hair?"
"Of course!" He chirped, "I practically worship Brand Mondo for a living. Plus, I've dyed my sisters hair like once or twice before."
At those comforting words that maybe Hoseok wouldn't fry off Yoongi's hair, the elder relaxed his tense shoulders and ceased his heart beat that was aggressively thumping against his chest for the past couple of minutes at the mention of dying his hair.
"Alright, choose your pick!" Hoseok beamed, stepping out of the way so Yoongi had a clear view of his options.
An overwhelmed feeling rushed at Yoongi, since basically every color of the rainbow was sitting before him. He was already indecisive to begin with, so how the heck would he be able to choose a hair color out of all the pretty vibrant variations in front of him?
"Uhhh," Yoongi scratched the back of his head feeling heat rush to his face, "can you choose for me?"
Hoseok whipped his head up at Yoongi's direction, shock written all over his face, "Are you sure? What if you don't like it?"
"I like all of them," Yoongi shrugged.
"Okay, this should be interesting" Hoseok chuckled, motioning for Yoongi to sit down on the toilet seat lid.
"Just don't get bleach in my eyes," Yoongi grumbled, crossing his legs and arms as Hoseok wrapped a towel around his shoulders.
"No promises!" Hoseok teased, before Yoongi kicked him in the ankle.
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"Holy shit this looks so sexcccccc" Hoseok praised, jumping up and down in excitement.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, though that was really just a cover up for his blazing pink cheeks, which felt like they were on fire at the compliment.
Hoseok placed a hand over Yoongi's eyes, as to not ruin the surprise, and dragged them both to his bedroom for the final reveal they've both been eagerly waiting for.
"Okay, 3..."
"2..."
"1!"
A burst of anticipation and anxiousness all flooded through Yoongi's body at once, a mix of feelings overpowering the other at what the new hair color awaited him.
Of course he trusted Hoseok, but he still couldn't help but worry if it turned out bad, with that tiny thread of doubt hanging from a thread amidst all the other more hopeful emotions.
If the ending results did end up looking horrible, then people would no doubt send him judgmental stares between classes in the hallways or in the lunchroom, which sent Yoongi in a spiraling wormhole of anxiousness just thinking of it. People, especially ones like Chul, were prone to make fun of you for it, even though it was quite hypocritical since nearly everyone had dyed their hair crazy vibrant colors at some point.
But still, Yoongi was always insecure about these things.
They practically ate him alive.
Taking a deep breath in, Yoongi slowly turned around before gaping his mouth in pure shock.
He loved it.
His hair was an icy blue, some parts turning into an ombré from frost to violet, which only added to the very elegant and pretty tones perfectly melting together. There were absolutely no signs of splotches or hints of the faded mint green peaking through, which Yoongi was still stunned by how in the world was Hoseok so good at it.
It only added onto the very long list of things that the brunet was amazing at.
Yoongi didn't hesitate before wrapping his arms around Hoseok in a warm embrace. Which completely startled the younger as pure astonishment rushed through his veins, before settling on resting his hands on Yoongi's lower back.
"I love it! Thanks Hoseokie~" Yoongi's smooth and buttery voice came out as more of a muffled tone, yet Hoseok, who blushed slightly at the nickname, could still sense the genuine happiness in it.
Which sent the boy through the roof knowing Yoongi liked it.
After being satisfied with the length of the hug, Yoongi slowly unraveled his arms from Hoseok's, just to be pulled right back in to it.
"H-"
"Shut up," Hoseok cut him off, "you never hug me."
A light pink rosy crimson creeped up onto Yoongi's cheeks from the accusation, and even though he was facing the bedroom's white walls he could just tell Hoseok was pouting from the tone of his voice.
"But we hug all the time," Yoongi tried to reason, only for the younger to pull him even closer if that was even possible at this point.
"Yeah but you never hug me. It's always me doing the hugging," earning a lighthearted laugh from the elder.
Although, a small wave of guilt couldn't help but wash over Yoongi, since there was no denying it. Because Hoseok was 100% right, he rarely hugged him and if he did it was solely for comforting reasons only.
Or special occasions like this.
"Well, when do you want me to hug you then?" He shyly asked, afraid that Hoseok would poke fun at him for being too soft.
"Every day!"
Bubbly light giggles echoed off the bedroom walls, as Hoseok shifted their feet over to the bed and plunked both of them down onto the cushiony mattress, only giving him the advantage of wrapping his entire body around Yoongi like a koala.
The action sent Yoongi tumbling into a rabbit hole of pure bliss, his mind was completely clouded as no other thoughts could bring him out of the never ending daze.
He just hoped Hoseok couldn't hear his thumping heart beat threatening to leap out of his chest, as his cheeks turned an even brighter red from the already faint rosy pink that dusted them.
Despite Yoongi's struggles at escaping Hoseok's tight grasp on him, he just accepted his defeat and laid there, letting the brunet's curly locks tickle his nose and the toasty heat radiating off of his body transfer to Yoongi's shivering one.
Just like the sun.
🍓thank you for reading hehehhe <3
💘hope you guys enjoyed some soft content uwu
🍓this is Yoongi's new hair color
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(I also put hobi's hair visual cuz y not)
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