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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
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๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ก๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•—๐•š๐•—๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ
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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•–๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–
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•—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•Ÿ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ช ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•ฃ๐•–๐•–

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By strawberryyhobi

"Yoongiiii," Namjoon sighed, walking over to his friend who was ranting on and on about how horrible he felt about not being able to go to the dance performance, his head burrowed into his arms which were resting on one of the café counters, "Hoseok said it's fine, and neither Jimin nor Chae seemed mad. You're just seeing too far into it."

"Yeah but," Yoongi hesitated, gathering up the courage to say what he was about to say, "I really wanted to go too, especially since it's my first time seeing Hoseok and Chae dance," he muffled weakly, glad that his now bright pink face was covered by his elbows since he was still face planted onto the counter.

Yoongi absolutely hated how whiny he sounded  when complaining about something so small and petty, but at that moment, he couldn't care less and just needed someone to vent to in order to unleash all those bottled up feelings inside him regarding the entire thing.

For not even a mere second, Namjoon's calm expression morphed into a subtle smirk, but he quickly wiped it off as he rested a gentle hand on Yoongi's shoulder.

"There will be other opportunities to see them too, you know," Namjoon assured, bringing back a little spark of hope into Yoongi's dimmed soul.

"I guess," Yoongi mumbled, getting up from his original hunched over position and walking over towards one of the coffee machines, "still, I-"

"Yoongi!" Seokjin shouted from across the café, marching over towards the squirming boy who now trembled nervously under the booming voice, "stop being a sad little fuck and get back to making drinks!" He whisper scolded, earning a string of fussy complaints from Yoongi who purposely dug his sneakers into the floor as Seokjin attempted at dragging him across the place.

"I'd rather sulk in my misery."

"You'll be sulking even more once no pay check comes in the mail," he retorted back, with Yoongi just rolling his eyes in return but complying nonetheless since he did really need the money.

After all, Christmas was only less than two weeks away and he still hasn't gotten any of his friends or family members gifts yet, which has been eating him away as days passed by without him actually completing the task.

So with that threat hanging above his head, Yoongi zoomed across the café like his life depended on it finishing up a large variety of chores that he usually wouldn't do on a normal day to day basis.

"Yikes," Jimin whispered to Namjoon and Seokjin beside him, all three just gazing questionably as Yoongi dashed from table to table cleaning up customer's messes, before taking more orders and stirring up even more drinks, "what's gotten into him?"

"Sad about the dance thingy," Namjoon responded plainly, separating from the two as he went into the back storage area of the coffee shop to fetch out some needed supplies.

Jimin nodded slowly at this, taking in the information as he eyes grazed along Yoongi's fidgety and jittery state, not being able to make out the expression painted across his sullen face.

One minute he was breaking down on the café counter, and the next he was running across the café at the speed of light doing every single task possible. Jimin's eyes narrowed down at him, trying his best to read Yoongi's current emotions and figure out what in the world was going on in that head of his.

But after wasting several minutes attempting at studying his soul, Jimin released a defeated sigh as he whipped a towel over his shoulder and headed back to the cash registers as more customers lined up to have their orders taken.

He just hoped everything was alright.

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The holiday season was always the busiest time of the year for the small coffee shop sitting on the corner of an unknown street just on the outskirts of the bustling city.

From dawn til dusk, people wandered into the toasty café to escape from the bitter weather as their eyes scanned the new list of holiday themed drinks plastered across the wall behind the counter, flavors ranging from peppermint to ginger and everything in between.

It was quite a homey feel, and was definitely their best time for business as November to February was when they gained their most profit with the festive decorations scattered around the place and scents of cinnamon and cranberry flooding the atmosphere around them.

And although it could get quite hectic and nerve-wracking at times with the pressure of dealing with a few cranky and impatient customers, the four boys loved it more than anything since it was a chance to spread merriment into others' holiday seasons.

So plastering on their biggest and friendliest smiles, every worker greeted each customer with the upmost respect and brightest energy they could muster up, immediately radiating their joy onto other's who were simply just buying a drink.

But that's the joy of Christmas time, or if you don't celebrate Christmas then the winter season in general.

Everyone's best attitude comes out at that time, their excitement building up to opening and exchanging gifts on Christmas Day, to going sledding and having your snow boots being filled with snow clumps as you slid down a ski hill.

From every sip of hot chocolate topped with a mountain of marshmallows, to every bite of homemade cookies, it's like your sprits are automatically raised even from something simple as a candy or sweet.

And even if Yoongi wasn't able to attend their dance performance, much to everyone's disappointment since they felt terrible that he wasn't able to go, he'd still have several opportunities to hang out with Hoseok and the others.

Like right now, as he, Hoseok, and Dawon were all sitting at the Jung's kitchen table and taking sips of hot chocolate as a Christmas movie played in the background, although none of them really paid any attention to it.

A casual conversation was carried between all three of them, with Dawon internally smirking at the way both Hoseok and Yoongi's eyes twinkled with the upmost delight when facing each other, the biggest grins planted across their faces or sneakily hidden behind their mugs filled with that delicious chocolatey drink.

Nor did she miss the way a faint rosy tint dusted their cheeks ever so slightly, or how their big brown eyes were filled with something much deeper than a simple liking towards each other.

But she kept quiet to herself, letting the two talk naturally to one another and letting the conversation unravel into a variety of topics as their voices traveled across the house flowing with such an enthusiastic tone that brought joy to one another's ears just by hearing it.

And Dawon couldn't help but feel happy for them, that her brother finally escaped from the hands of Lee Chul and into the protective hold of Min Yoongi, who in her opinion, was a much better match for him.

But that was simply her own judgment, though she could clearly see how entranced the two were by each other, a glow so strong radiating off their chest that it was almost visible to the naked eye, with their souls connected to one another in every way possible not missing how they illuminated the entire room around them just with their signature smiles caused by the other sitting across from them.

Though, the sweet moment was somewhat ruined when the two juniors brought up those Disney conspiracy theories that drove her nuts.

That's when Dawon dipped.

But still, as she quickly skipped up the stairs and jumped onto her twin sized and white colored bed, a smile still managed to adorn her features as the image of the two gazing lovingly at each other replayed in her head over and over again, wanting nothing more than to set the two up and forward their relationship into the next step.

And that's when a lightbulb went off in her head.

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"Hey fuckers," Dawon announced sleepily, bringing shock to both Yoongi and Hoseok's faces at the sudden greeting.

Rolling his eyes, Hoseok quickly sent an apologetic look to Yoongi who just laughed it off entirely, before turning his around to Dawon who was now standing just a few feet behind the kitchen table where they were sitting at.

"Can you guys buy me some ice cream from around the corner?" She pleaded, Hoseok only quirking an eyebrow at why in the world he would go to buy his sister ice cream at 11:00pm at night when it was below freezing out.

"Why would I do that?"

"I'll give you the money and you can buy something for yourselves too," she offered, a small smirk tugging at her lips knowingly as she held out a twenty dollar bill to the two, just in case they ran low.

"Weird request but alright," Hoseok mumbled, before turning around once again to face Yoongi who seemed completely unbothered by it all, if anything, he was quite amused by the way the two siblings talked to one another, "is this okay with you? You can stay here if you'd like while I go get it."

Yoongi shook his head swiftly, standing up as he reached for his coat sitting on the sofa in their living area, "Its fine, I don't mind," he smiled, spreading this fuzzy feeling all throughout Hoseok's body at the sight.

Dawon noticed of course, but alas she wasn't stupid and wiped off her smirk within the mere second of it appearing.

"Thank youuu," she beamed, Hoseok just replying with a sarcastic, "Mhm," before rubbing a hand through her hair and walking towards the door with Yoongi.

"We'll be back in a few minutes, tell mom if she wakes up," Hoseok shouted from the doorway, sending a stern look to Dawon who nodded at his instructions.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Dawon plumped down onto the sofa to contemplate everything regarding the two.

It would give her some time to think.

Honestly, she could clearly see how much they meant to each other, from the little sparkles in their eyes to their constantly blushing cheeks and gooey smiles.

It was all sickeningly sweet.

But, of course, it is never her intention to ruin a friendship, and she knew that if she tried to meddle in too much it could possibly backfire. Which is why her plan for now was to knock some sense into both of heir heads without her having an actual partake in it.

After Yoongi was scheduled to leave, whenever that may be, she settled on talking to her brother about all of this and hopefully it would bring him to new lights and actually progress their relationship into something more than a simple friendship, which both Yoongi and Hoseok undeniably wanted.

Honestly, the only reason she asked them to get ice cream was because of her own cravings, plus they'd get to spend a little alone time without having to worry about Dawon or their parents at home and let them goof off or be themselves as much as they wished.

It wasn't anything too absurd or as eccentric as plan that she wished to have like in those stereotypical high school romance movies, but knowing she was playing her side role as Cupid did spark some joy in her big heart.

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"Mint chocolate chip?"

Yoongi winced.

"Normal chocolate chip?"

He shook his head.

"Cookie dough?"

Yoongi nodded happily at that, a content sigh slipping from Hoseok's heart shaped lips as the two nearer the counter with their small array of snacks.

It was nothing out of the ordinary, just two teenage boys in high school taking a late night stroll to 7-Eleven for some snacks to fulfill their sweet desires, so the cashier didn't think much of it.

Once Hoseok paid with the money Dawon gave him, the pair made their way back to Hoseok's house which was only about two blocks down. Though still, even with the short distance it was mis December, and the boys were shivering uncontrollably as their cheeks turned more rosy by the second and fingers threatening to fall off with how numb they felt.

"Does Dawon usually make you do this?" Yoongi chuckled, teeth chattering against one another as he took a quick glance at Hoseok beside him who met his eye contact for a brief second.

"Nah," Hoseok shook his head, returning his focus back to the sidewalk ahead of them, "I mean, she's really weird and does random shit all the time, but I dunno why she's making us get ice cream when it's literally midnight, and December. Too cold for this."

"Never too cold for ice cream," Yoongi argued, earning a playful eye roll from Hoseok as he tightly wrapped an arm around the other's shoulders, which also supplied the two with more warmth with from their body heat.

"True," Hoseok contemplated, since ice cream really was an annual treat.

Still, the request was weird.

Maybe it was one of those cravings girls get when it's that time of the month, but honestly, knowing Dawon, she was prone to having more peculiar cravings in general.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Yoongi spoke up.

"Hoseok?"

"Mhm."

"I'm really sorry I can't make it to your dance thing, I honestly wish I could and I feel awful-"

"Yoongi," Hoseok interrupted him, securing his arm more protectively around his friend's shoulder as his house was slowly coming into view about half a block away from them, "I already told you it's fine. Don't stress about it, plus it's already nice you even considered going in the first place."

"Well yeah but," Yoongi paused, contemplating if he should even say what he was about to without seeming too obvious, "I wanted to."

The last part came out as barely a mumble, yet Hoseok could still clearly hear what he had said due to their close proximity and the silence falling around them.

Not another person, animal, or being of any sort irked the empty streets in that silent night, just the quiet flurries clouding their vision and landing softly into the already thin layer of snow covering the ground.

Hoseok blushed at the comment, finding it nearly impossible to not smile. Thankfully, it was nighttime so he wouldn't have to worry about Yoongi seeing his flushed face, and even if he did, one would assume it was from the cold weather anyway.

"Aww," Hoseok teasingly cooed, poking one of Yoongi's cheeks who only groaned in response yet didn't make any efforts to retract his clingy friend's finger, "that's cute."

"Don't get too full of yourself, I wanted to go for Jimin and Chae too you know," Yoongi retaliated, earning a light chuckle from Hoseok as he arm still stayed snakes around Yoongi's small frame.

"I never said that though," Hoseok smirked, causing Yoongi's heart beat to speed up hastily as a rosy crimson slowly made its way up onto his cheeks.

Well fuck.

"I-" Yoongi stammered nervously, while Hoseok turned his keys into the door and locked it behind them once met with the familiar heat of their home, "you know what, I'm done."

"Aww Yoongi's shy?" Hoseok teased, sneaking up behind Yoongi after carelessly tossing the bag of treats on the kitchen counter and trapping him in a back hug.

"Fuck off," he grumbled, giving up completely before going limp in Hoseok's arms, knowing fully well that he wouldn't be able to escape his grasp on his own.

"Feisty."

"Jung Hoseok if you don't let go of me right this second I will-"

And that's when Yoongi got lifted up in the air without a warning of any sort, his socked feet hovering a few inches above the floor as Hoseok's arms were still tightly wrapped around Yoongi's waist, who kicked the air relentlessly trying to free himself from Hoseok's grasp.

Dawon poked her head up from behind the couch at the commotion, a small smile playing at her lips at the adorable sight.

It took nearly everything in her not to take a picture of the two, and maybe she should've.

Except her phone was still all the way up in her room, plus she didn't have the motivation to go all the way up the stairs and come back down just to snap a silly picture when she could be stuffing her face with ice cream.

Still squirming in the embrace, Yoongi was now being transported to the living room where Hoseok literally threw the poor boy into the couch like a some lifeless item.

"Gee thanks," Yoongi replied sarcastically, folding his arms across his chest and not forgetting to send Hoseok a menacing glare in the process.

"My pleasure!" Hoseok beamed brightly, making a quick trip to the kitchen and coming back with the treats they had purchased from the convenience store just minutes prior.

Taking a seat right beside Yoongi, leaving absolutely no space between them (though, they weren't really complaining about the fact), Hoseok whipped out a chip bag before turning to face him, who still had an obvious yet slightly sarcastic scowl on his face.

"Chip?"

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🍓queen dawon makes an appearance yet again 💆‍♀️
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🍓editor/assistant: jiminie_cricket_

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