[A/N: make sure you've read chp 86 before getting to this one!! thank uuu <33]
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"Hobi for the last time," Jimin groaned, rolling his eyes back all the way into his head as he slouched down into his chair, "your hoodie doesn't have a shit stain on it!"
Taehyung perked up at this, furrowing his eyebrows together as his focus was now taken away from his studies and onto his two best friends, "What-"
"Just making sure!" Hoseok panicked, widening his eyes before slamming his hands down on the table and standing back up and making his way towards the front of the classroom.
"Wha-" Taehyung was about to ask, though quickly shut down by Jimin's massive eye roll, "Don't ask, I have no idea either."
Despite the curiosity swelling up inside him at their conversation, Taehyung just shook it off with a simple grimance before burning his eyes into the textbook in front of him.
Although it was first period at school, the teacher was giving her students the opportunity to use this time as a study period to prepare for their final exams. Everyone was beyond ecstatic at this rare yet merciful chance given to them by their teacher, and took advantage of it right away by not wasting one second in goofing off.
Other than for that short and rather interesting conversation, but besides that.
Plus, it was just like any other average topic discussed between the three regularly, and it would've been strange if something as absurd as that wasn't mentioned throughout an entire day as they were all used to each other's antics by now.
Not even a minute later, all three of them went back to diligently working on their studies, catching up on assignments, or occasionally asking the teacher for any help needed with any specific topic discussed.
With their finals only being a weeks worth away, their stress levels were exploding through the roof and used every second of their day in order to cram in any bit of information inside their already stuffed to the brim brains.
The entire friend group did have moderately good grades though, so no one was in deep shit or anything like that. But still, regardless if you're one of the top students of your grade or miserably failing every one of your classes, everyone got affected by the post stress that came along with finals.
It just came naturally, despite how anxious it was to endure.
But little moments like this that passes by throughout their day periodically acted as their fuel to keep them running no matter how badly they wanted to break down in the middle of their mental highway. But even if they did break down, other cars were sure to stop by and help them fix their mindset, installing a new engine or pumping in gas for them.
And it was those little acts of kindness or goofiness, that gave them the motivation to keep on running and driving down the dirt road and towards the horizon of success.
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The musty smell of old library books filled the air, dust particles floating around them and easily visible when flying across the small patch of sunshine leaking through the pane glass windows. Hoseok's stare faltered once his eyes landed on the book he had been desperately searching for for the past twenty minutes, no thanks to the crappy organization system installed by the old cranky school librarians.
"Found it?" Yoongi asked, trying his best to ignore how adorable Hoseok looked in a baggy hoodie that was much too big for him, or how the sweatpants gave no shape around his muscular and toned legs from several years of dance.
"Yup!" Hoseok groggily announced, popping the 'p' for enthusiasm in his speech that caused a light laugh to slip from Yoongi's chapped lips.
Though, fortunately, he always made sure to carry a small tube of strawberry chapstick with him wherever he went, you know, for the sake of dry winters.
"Jesus Christ it's dusty in here," Yoongi winced, blinking his eyes rapidly in order to keep out any flying dust particles around him.
Hoseok nodded in agreement, "I know, do you think they ever clean the shelves?"
"Probably not," Yoongi stated bluntly, which made Hoseok's lighthearted and feathery laugh make an appearance once again, never failing to make Yoongi's heart flutter in utter bliss upon hearing that addictive sound that he looked forward to nearly everyday.
"Alright, I'm just gonna check out these books really quick, 'kay?" Hoseok informed his best friend, who acknowledged his statement with a quick head nod before the younger hastily turned around and made his way up to the library desk.
A soft sigh escaped from Yoongi's lips, letting his eyes drift just a little longer on Hoseok's slowly fading figure in the distance as he waited for him to make his way back.
Nothing in particular made him weary, probably just the knowledge that finals week was slowly but surely creeping up on them, or the fact that his last basketball game was this weekend.
It was a bit of a nostalgic feeling to dread on, since he would only have one more year to play on the team that showed him was true friendship and teamwork looked like, forcing him to venture out of the safety of his own comfort zones and branch into other categories of life.
It's how he met one of his best friends, Jungkook, who never gave up on him ever since the summer going into freshmen year, where the two nervous and scrawny boys were awaiting for try outs to start.
Yoongi remembered it vividly; it was a pleasant summer afternoon, sweat beading down their foreheads from the combination of anxiousness leading up to auditions and the hot summer sun burning into their skin, causing the melanin in their skins to bring out that honey tan color. Noticing how nervous Jungkook looked all those years ago, Yoongi made the impulsive decision in striking up a conversation at first.
A smile made its way onto his lips at the fond memory, remembering how sweet and shy Jungkook when he first met him. Still, nothing's really changed as Jungkook was still as timid as ever and had one of the nicest personalities Yoongi's ever met, but now the he was freely broken out of his shell after that one encounter that changed his life.
It really did serve as a life lesson in a way.
And the thought of parting with basketball practically tore Yoongi apart, stripping away every valuable memory that came along with the competitive sport that he shared with every single one of his teammates.
The only aspect he was positive he wasn't going to miss was Lee Chul, but then again, he'd be apart of the team next year regardless so obviously he would have to endure with his snarky attitude once more.
But that was nine months away, and he couldn't be stressing about that now, not with exams coming up or his last home game to focus on.
Plus, his mind barely ever travelled towards the thought of Chul anymore, not when Hoseok was on his mind constantly.
Whether it be 3:00am in the early morning where the birds where chirping away, singing their graceful melodies or at 7:00pm when he was just getting home from an exhausting practice of basketball and inhaling the aroma of freshly cooked dinner flooding the air.
Whether it be if Hoseok was sitting right in front of him, the two laughing until their sides hurt and silly smiles painted their joyous expressions, or when they were across town several miles acting as a barrier between the two.
Yet that barrier was broken down, and a bridge was built in place as the two texted each other all night until their eyes grew droopy from sleepiness, eventually sending the two most detested words in the English language, 'good night', with possibly a little emoji thrown somewhere into it.
But no matter what, his mind always drifted towards Hoseok, the boy who somehow wound up in his life with the coincidence of having to move states due to his father's accountancy job.
And what's even more humorous, is that when Hoseok finally made his way back to Yoongi after checking out his library books, gleeful brown eyes locking with his as a heartwarming smile made its way up onto his face, that Yoongi was still thinking about him. Of course, Hoseok didn't know that, the librarians didn't know that, nor the two dozen students working peacefully on school assignments.
No one knew.
Except for Yoongi.
Where his thoughts were secretly stored and locked inside the treasury that was his mind, acting as a vault for when any small memory of Hoseok from the past day entered his conscious. It automatically got dropped off inside the vault and secured with an unbreakable key so no one else could steal from it.
And as Hoseok grabbed Yoongi by the wrist and eagerly led him outside to where the snow graciously fell all around them both, neither of them took notice of the faint blush painting their faces, both just dismissing it for the bitter December breeze biting at their pale cheeks.
But both had to ignore the strong urges blazing up inside them, the desire to close the gap between them once and for all just to feel that longed for feeling of electricity spark between them.
It was a dream that seemed so far away from reality, but still dusting their finger tips as a cruel joke to tease them.
But despite denying any possibility of ever developing a relationship between the two that was more romantic than that of being friends, little did the two know that that prospect was much closer than anticipated.
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🍼ok so ignore all the times I said that the dance comp was before finals cuz I just made the impulsive decision to make it after exams and leading into winter break 😹👍
🍼thank you for reading!! 💖💖
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