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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

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"Psst, Chae," Taehyung whispered to her, nudging her elbow as her big sparkly eyes met his, "send me the pictures you took of Hobi and Yoongi," he said bluntly, ensuring that neither of the said boys heard him as they were still cuddling on the ground.

Chaeyoung gave him a big thumbs up, deciding on just making a group chat in case anyone else asked her for them later on.

added to a new group with Tae, Chae, Kookie, Jiminie, Joonie, & Jinnie

Chae named group name 😻😻😏😏

Chae
*attachment: 2 images*

Tae
thanks queen

Kookie
jimin send the vid u took too

Jiminie
😛👍

*attachment: 1 video*

Joonie
omg uwu

Jinnie
guys stop looking so obvious cuz mr limbs and mr meow meow r gonna catch on 😹😹😹

Tae
suqq a toe hoe

Jiminie
hobi's too busy sniffing yoongi's shoulder we're fine 😋😋😋😋👌👌

Chae
what👁👄👁

Joonie
(❍ᴥ❍ʋ)

Once that very questionable text from Jimin popped up in the group chat, everyone immediately turned their attention towards the hugging pair on the floor, not really caring if they looked too obvious or not at that moment.

And surely enough, Hoseok was sniffing Yoongi's shoulder for whatever reason.

"Hoseok are you sniffing me? This is weird even for you," Yoongi grumbled, trying just best to squirm out of Hoseok's tight grasp, yet the younger strategically wrapped his arms around Yoongi's waist, with his arms around the elder's backside.

"Mhm," Hoseok mumbled, only tightening the proximity between the two as Yoongi turned his head around to send the group the look that screamed 'help me'.

Except, everyone just ignored Yoongi's call for help as they all either went back on their phones to do god knows what or falling into hysterics on the floor.

Or, if you were Chaeyoung and Jimin, who were apparently the group's photographers at this point, took pictures of the two tangled together. Which, Yoongi sent glares to since all he wanted to do was strangle his too good-for-nothing friends.

Well, maybe he'd make an excuse for Chaeyoung since she was practically an angel.

But Jimin was a little shit, so.

[A/N: KSJSJJA I LOVE JIMIN DW THIS IS KINDA FROM YOONGIS POV 🤩]

"You're like a giant teddy bear," Hoseok murmured into Yoongi's chest, the elder getting a good whiff of his friend's strawberry and coconut scented shampoo.

A light blush creeped up onto Yoongi's cheeks at the innocent comment, though somehow it still made him flustered.

But this wasn't news.

"I'm literally shorter than you," Yoongi retorted, only causing Hoseok to chuckle against his thick hoodie, the simple vibrations from his lighthearted laugh practically radiating the room with immediate joy.

"Doesn't matter."

"Hmph."

"My heart can't take this," Namjoon said, his eyes actually tearing up a bit from the overwhelming cuteness overload the group was getting at the moment.

"Are you crying?" Taehyung deadpanned, turning his focus towards a very sensitive Namjoon who just gave him a small nod in return.

It also oddly felt like they were all third wheeling even though the two weren't dating or had romantic feelings for each other.

Which is what they thought, anyway.

"Take a picture it will last longer," Yoongi grumbled at the six who were watching them, still attempting an escape from Hoseok like he was some sort of monster, though no one cared enough to help him, since they were enjoying this as much as Hoseok.

It was both adorable and simultaneously hilarious.

"Who says it won't last long?" Hoseok pouted, shifting his head from underneath Yoongi's chin to look at the elder gazing down at him.

And although it was a somewhat uncomfortable and awkward angle, the two couldn't help but feel an explosion of euphoria sparkle between them as the two stared into the other's pretty eyes, both getting lost from the gorgeous hues of amber and mahogany swirling together in a chocolate ocean.

Blinking out of his haze, Yoongi snapped back, "Umm me bitchass I can barely breath when ur squishing me like this."

With that response, Hoseok made sure to only grip Yoongi's sweater tighter and wrap both his arms and legs around his petite frame so that he was swaddling Yoongi completely.

"Oh well," Hoseok nonchalantly replied, the others mockingly snickering at the pair, but especially Yoongi since although he put on this fake display of hating every second of it, they all knew he secretly loved it.

And boy were they right.

The only reason Yoongi wanted to get out of the hug sooner or later was because 1) his cheeks were only becoming hotter by the second and Hoseok was bound to notice the deep blush painting his face, and 2) was that if he didn't manage to meddle his way out of the cuddle eventually, then it'd only get harder and harder to convince himself of doing so since in reality, he really didn't want to.

Yet of course Hoseok couldn't know that.

So in simpler words, it was now or never.

"Hoseok, you can't keep me here forever," Yoongi chuckled, pressing his hands up against the younger's chest in an attempt to separate them, yet Hoseok wouldn't budge one bit.

Guess all that dancing really paid off.

"Oh yes he can," Seokjin mumbled under his breath, though Yoongi obviously overheard and sent the elder a threatening glare.

"I second Jin's statement," Hoseok smiles cheekily up at Yoongi, which only made his heart flutter more if that was even possible at this point.

If this keeps up, his heart is bound to grow a pair of wings and fly away sometime in the near future.

"Look, y'all are really cute and all, but like what should we do?" Jungkook randomly brought up amidst the side chatter.

"Hmmmm," Taehyung tapped his chin in train of thought, "we could watch a movie maybe."

"I like that," Chaeyoung agreed calmly, looking around at everyone else who seemed to be fine with that decision as well.

"Bitchy cat and Sun Baby are you guys okay with that?" Jimin yawned, strolling over towards the two who just eyed him evilly.

"Wow I really like my nickname," Yoongi sarcastically gritted through his teeth, as Jimin just innocently booped his nose before turning his attention to a laughing Hoseok.

"What about you Hobi?"

"Hm yeah I'm fine with that," he smiled, only to have Jimin pat him on the head before walking off towards the others.

"Alright, now that everyone's in, what movie?"

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"Really? Barbie Fairytopia?" Yoongi deadpanned, earning a slap from Seokjin.

"It's a cinematic masterpiece you uncultured piece of shit."

Rolling his eyes, Yoongi just shook his head and chuckled, leaning back against the sofa's cushions as he mentally prepared for all his brain cells to be stripped away from him.

"This is one of my favorites solely cuz of Bibbles," Chaeyoung clapped her hands, earning a high five from Jungkook who agreed with her.

"See, Yoongi why can't you be more like Chae? The only person with rights in this room," Seokjin scoffed, giving his friend that 'disappointed' head shake from across the couch.

"We all know Yoongi secretly watches this along in his room every night since he's lonely," Jimin teased, to which Yoongi responded by picking up a pillow and throwing it at him from the other end of the room.

"Why can I honestly see that happening," Hoseok laughed from besides him.

"Bitch," Yoongi mumbled under his breath.

Namjoon just shook his head, "Yoongi it's okay to show your soft side," he stated sarcastically, Yoongi whipping his head around at the comment.

"I show my soft side all the time-" he blushed, earning a pinch on the cheek from Hoseok, whom he just swatted his hand away from, "- I just think it's funny how seniors and juniors in high school are watching a Barbie movie."

"We literally watched one at my house like a month and a half ago," Hoseok argued, "and you seemed to love it. What do you have against Fairytopia? I mean I can understand how Princess and the Pauper may be more appealing-"

"Jung Hoseok do you wanna get punched?"

"Kinda."

"Ummm," Taehyung widened his eyes, pushing the two apart by about a foot and jumping in between them, "alright not sure what that meant," he eyed Hoseok, who was only smirking cheekily while Yoongi on the other hand was much too stunned to respond or do anything really, "but I'm just gonna sit here for the mean time."

"As long as you're better at cuddling than Yoongi, be my guest," Hoseok joked, Taehyung snorting at the remark.

Though, there was a certain someone who wasn't laughing at the moment. In fact, he was quite offended by the statement.

I could've been the one cuddling Hoseok during the movie?

I hate it here on god

I'm not even bad at cuddling.. >:(

Hey, Yoongi wasn't even necessarily bad at cuddling or hugging people, that was just his stubborn side taking over and preventing others from eventually finding his more gooey self that actually enjoyed physical contact.

In general, he wasn't a very touchy person, though in certain circumstances he absolutely loved and yearned for it.

This being one of them.

A movie was the perfect place and setting for a nice side hug, with a dim room and only the occasional lights illuminating the irking shadows and dark corners of it. Plus, it would be hard for others to notice since the movie acted as a big distraction; especially considering the fact that they were all huge dedicated Barbie fans.

Yes, even Yoongi.

And now that slight chance that he had been praying for was now taken from the grasp of his fingers just like that and at an unreachable height. And although Yoongi would never personally admit it, but during the whole of the movie he just thought about how he could possibly inch his way over towards the brunet, whose head was currently leaning on Taehyung's shoulder.

A bold person would just push their way in between the two without any sense of regret showcasing in their eyes at all, but Yoongi was anything but bold.

However, he was rather the intellectual and strategical thinker.

Maybe he could..

No,

Or maybe-

"Yoongi!" Jungkook whisper shouted, poking the elder's arm nonstop until he finally turned his attention towards an impatient Jungkook, "Oh sorry, what is it?"

"You're not even watching the movie."

"Yes I am-"

"No, you're not," he cut off right away, leaving Yoongi just to stare back at him dumbly with his lips in a thin line, "are you- okay?"

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"

"Mhm," Jungkook shrugged, his eyes flickering towards the television screen before focusing back at Yoongi, "you seem... distracted."

Yoongi just thanked the lords above that all the basement lights were off so that his blush wasn't noticeable at that moment.

"Distracted by what-?"

"Answer that yourself," Jungkook knowingly smirked, before flicking his finger at Yoongi's head in hopes that sense would make its way into his brain at some point.

Of course, the younger wasn't completely evil and wouldn't spill the beans on why Yoongi wasn't paying attention to the movie, since Hoseok was only a person's length away from them. And although Yoongi wasn't very vocal about his desire to just squish up against Hoseok, it was blatantly obvious since his eyes kept subconsciously traveling over towards that direction.

To which Jungkook had taken note of.

Which is why, he already developed a plan without even having to have Yoongi tell him the reason why.

"Psst, Tae," Jungkook whispered, catching Taehyung's attention as the elder poked his head out only to meet Jungkook's hardly visible features, "Yeah what is it?"

"Sit next to me please."

"Why-?"

"It wasn't a choice hoe, come here."

So, without hesitation, despite the million questions swarming his head at Jungkook's very spontaneous and demanding request, Taehyung simply complied not wanting to end up getting beaten up by him.

Which was a wise decision.

While Taehyung's back was turned Jungkook just winked at a dumbfounded Yoongi, who only glared at him return as he shook his head back and forth.

But, we all know Yoongi was practically sky rocketing out of pure happiness at that moment, not wasting one second in scooting closer to Hoseok so that their thighs were slightly touching. Yet, he just used the excuse that Taehyung needed room obviously, and not the fact that he was waiting for this moment since the start of the movie.

About midway through the movie, the feeling of someone's arms slowly engulfing Yoongi's frame nearly caused him to choke on air, as when he looked down he was only met with Hoseok half sitting on his lap.

The younger's legs had somehow found Yoongi's waist once again, side hugging Yoongi with his face dug into his chest slightly.

Yoongi only blushed at their close proximity, it taking nearly all his self control not to mirror these actions and squish Hoseok into a nice and cozy bear hug. But, that one cursed part of his brain forbid those tempting senses in his arms from doing so, causing them to just lay limp by his side.

Though, that was until Hoseok decided to take matter in to his own hands, by physically grabbing Yoongi's arms and wrapping his around his waist and backside as one would normally do in a hug like this.

It just took a little bit of help and nudging to get there.

Yoongi's breath hitched at the sudden assertiveness, not daring to move a muscle in fear yet uncertainty of what would happen if he did. However, even if Yoongi did want to squirm or move around in place, his body physically restricted of that too, since all his limbs and muscles fell still under the pure state of shock his brain was in at the moment.

Sensing the stiffness and heavily beating heart, Hoseok just chuckled to himself at the elder's shyness before slowly melting into the touch, letting the warmth off Yoongi's body radiate onto his cold one, like a personal heater.

While Hoseok seemed to be taking the situation very calmly and not acting like it was much of a big deal, Yoongi was the total opposite. His insides were eating him inside out, feeling as if every one of his tingling senses told him to do something other than just sit there, while the whole time he only wished for something like this to happen.

And now that it's finally happening, his cowardly self wouldn't let him even enjoy it to the full extent.

Which of course he was mad at, so at one point in the movie apparently his hand had just said 'yolo' and made its way up to Hoseok's curly head of hair, slowly combing through the thick locks in a soothing manner.

Yoongi himself barely even registered what he was doing, as if his hand had a mind of its own. Though, maybe that was a good thing that not his entire self was constantly living in fear, hesitation, or double guessing himself. And even if it was the smallest of progress, it was better than nothing.

Hoseok smiled to himself at the action, which eventually lulled him into a deep slumber as his head fell onto Yoongi's lap from its bearing dead weight that couldn't balance itself properly on his friend's shoulder that it was previously resting on.

Which also made his easier for Yoongi to thread his fingers through, but gently of course as to not disturb or wake Hoseok up who seemed to be in a very peaceful doze.

Perhaps some sort of nervousness or frenzy was supposed to bottle up his insides and take complete control of his already mushy brain from this, that his crush had just casually fallen asleep on his lap as if it was no big deal and totally normal. But really, only the ecstatic feeling lighting up inside his heart, like a million fireworks were going off and brightening up the sky with their fiery flames, congested him whole.

Because in that moment, Min Yoongi felt like he was one of the shooting stars in the galaxy, flying past all the twinkling and blazing hot stars just staring back at him while he was fueled up with utter bliss.

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🍓I get carried away when describing feelings I hope that made sense, if u need any clarification don't be afraid to ask! <3
🍼THANK FOR YOU FOR READING UWU!
🍓editor/assistant: jiminie_cricket_

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