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“Hyung,” Hoseok whined, sat atop a pile of pillows he’d gathered from around Yoongi’s house.
The younger male had invited himself over for a last minute sleepover, because, “There’s no such thing as too much Hoseok, hyung. You’re missing some vitamin me.” and Yoongi couldn’t say no. Partly because he’s a raging homo for Hoseok, but that’s totally not the point.
There was no way Hoseok would help put all the pillows back, but Yoongi couldn’t find it in him to be mad.
Not when Hoseok was pouting and giving Yoongi the most deadly puppy eyes, while wearing the most adorable monkey pajamas (that hug his body way too tight, if you were to ask Yoongi. He kind of wanted to die when Hoseok stepped out of the bathroom after changing into them and blushed, telling the elder that they were really old and probably too small for him but he liked and wore them anyway. How precious can you get?)
“Hoseok, I’m trying to finish my homework, I promise I will do whatever you want if you just let me finish.” huffed Yoongi, pretending to be interested in whatever essay he was writing.
“This is a sleepover!” Hoseok groaned, “You’re not supposed to be doing homework, that’s for losers.”
Yoongi never understood how Hoseok could be so oblivious, because he swore that his crush on the younger male was the most obvious thing on the planet, next to the fact that the sun is hot.
Everyone and their mom knew. Maybe Hoseok did too, and just decided to ignore it in favour of keeping their friendship. After all, ruining a friendship of 11 years isn’t something either of them would like.
“Jesus Christ, fine,” Yoongi sighed, turning around in his swivel chair, since he clearly he wasn’t going anywhere with this. Hoseok was too insistent, and Yoongi was too in love.
But, since life hates Min Yoongi and wants him to suffer for the rest of his days on the godforsaken planet known as Earth, just as he turns around, he comes face to face with Hoseok. His nose is just an inch away.
They were both frozen in their spots, and Yoongi swore that he saw Hoseok’s eyes flicker to his lips.
Yoongi felt a little lightheaded with the way Hoseok was looking at him, and how damn close they were. God, he could even smell the strawberry scented shampoo Hoseok used and the mint gum he’d been chewing just a while before. The mint gum that he’d stolen from Yoongi.
And then they were both leaning in. It was hard to tell who started what. It happened so fast, like all the good things in the world.
The kiss was soft. Minty, kind of. Yoongi’s not a goddamn poet, but it sure as hell felt good.
Their lips moved together perfectly and Yoongi was sure that if you could describe heaven as an action, this would be it. He smiled into the kiss, and so did Hoseok, but they soon pulled apart. Yoongi kind of wanted to die. Again.
“I didn’t know-” Yoongi began, but Hoseok cut him off.
“Yeah.” And Hoseok was blushing, and holy fucking shit how is one able to be so damn cute.
“Wow… this is so cliche, god Hoseok, I thought you’d at least come up with a creative way for this to happen.” Yoongi snorted, acting annoyed, but the huge gummy smile on his face proved otherwise.
Hoseok hit him lightly on the shoulder and giggled. “Shut up! You’re lucky I even decided to kiss you, you big ugly banana peel.”
A loud and dramatic gasp escaped Yoongi, which was followed by the elder male standing up and chasing Hoseok around until they both fell onto the bed, in a fit of giggles.
“I really like you, hyung,” said Hoseok, after the two boys calmed down. He booped Yoongi’s nose, smiling softly.
“I really like you, too, you dork.”