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“I’m sorry about him.” Taehyung says to Namjoon who is standing next to him, eyes glued on one spot. Namjoon shakes his head, eyes never straying from the scene in front of them.
“I’m sorry, too.”
It’s after school and they should really be heading home right now, but as usual, here they are. Watching their respective best friends fighting each other on the ground.
“Hoseok didn’t have to spill his milk on Yoongi during lunch today, though.” Namjoon says, adjusting his bag’s straps before stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“Yoongi didn’t have to throw his spaghetti on his lap, either.” Taehyung muses, not really mad at anyone in this situation.
It’s a daily occurrence for Hoseok and Yoongi to fight after school. Teachers would stop them from fighting, but then they also have the thought that because these two are always at each other’s throats, they leave everyone else alone. And that’s always a plus.
Literally everyone in the entire school knows about these two and their daily fights over petty things.
“Next time I’ll make you drink your milk through your nose, loser.” Yoongi spits out when they’ve finally untangled their limbs. Hoseok spits out blood, landing right in front of Yoongi.
“And I’ll shove your spaghetti right up your ass.”
They’re both panting where they stand. Hoseok’s got his shirt off, a habit he has before they start fighting, because “blood stains don’t come out.” Yoongi called him a bitch and so started that fight long ago. Yoongi doesn’t give a shit about stains. Instead, he wears them with pride. Hoseok’s surprised he hasn’t started labeling them and which body part from Hoseok it came from.
“Are you two done?” Taehyung asks, bored beyond belief, but at least he’s not working on that shitty essay he needs to do before Friday. Namjoon already has Yoongi by the bicep, dragging him towards their bus stop.
“For now. I’ll break those fucking teeth tomorrow.” Yoongi growls, snatching his arm out of Namjoon’s grasp. He grabs his neglected bag from the ground and trudges after Namjoon.
“Good luck getting past these!” Hoseok yells after them and Yoongi knows his mouth is wide open, braces flashing in the sunlight.
“Asshat.” Yoongi grumbles. Namjoon sighs, taking a seat on the bench at their bus stop.
“You two need to calm the fuck down. Don’t you ever get tired of fighting him?” Namjoon looks up at his best friend. Sometimes he thinks about why he’s friends with this prick, but then he remembers what he’s like when Hoseok isn’t around. Yoongi isn’t that bad of a dude. He cares about his parents and his siblings. He does his homework (half-assed, but at least he does it) so his parents won’t be too disappointed in him. He treats his younger sibling with care, hoping they don’t turn out like him.
“He’s just so irritating. So happy and always fucking smiling, like does he ever stop? Don’t his cheeks hurt?” Yoongi grumbles, frowning so hard he has canyons around his mouth.
“It’s just who he is. Taehyung’s like that, too. His smile is heaven sent.” Namjoon sighs wistfully and Yoongi shots him an unamused look. “What?”
“Why don’t you, I don’t know, ask him out for coffee or something?” Yoongi suggests. Namjoon doesn’t answer until they’ve clammered onto the bus and situated themselves at the back.
“My best friend gives his best friend black eyes and bloody noses. I don’t think I can’t ask him out.” Namjoon says a little while later. Yoongi looks at him in mock horror.
“You’re blaming this on me? Dude, that’s low. Hoseok and I shouldn’t interfere with whatever you and Taehyung can have. Look man, just go for it. You’re a studly dude. I’d go for you if I didn’t know how much of a little shit you can be.” Yoongi claps him on the shoulder with a smile.
Namjoon, who was appreciating Yoongi’s confidence in him, lets his smile drop. “Fuck you.” He grabs Yoongi by the neck and brings him down for a painful noogie.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Yoongi snarls out to no one in particular. But the kids passing in the hallways scurry for cover, because holy shit Yoongi’s pissed. “Jung Hoseok!” He practically screeches, storming down the hall to where Hoseok’s locker is.
Hoseok is leaning against his locker, eating one of Taehyung’s suckers since the kid seems to have a never ending supply. He looks smug and Yoongi’s fists itch to change that. Hoseok drags the candy out of his mouth with an audible pop. Yoongi has the disturbing thought that his lips are pretty.
“What’s up, buttercup?” Thankfully the disgusting nickname uttered past those lips smacks Yoongi back into shape.
“Don’t fucking call me that, dickhead. And you know what’s up already.” Yoongi huffs, flicking the hair out of his eyes. “Why the hell did you fill my locker with your crusty ass socks?” He’s seething angry, his eyes still burning from the foul stench emitting from said socks in his poor locker. His books are in there. Now his teachers will have to understand when he doesn’t do his homework. If they don’t, they can take one generous snort of Hoseok’s sock stench.
“I needed to throw them away. No saving those socks.” Hoseok smiles, his teeth blue from the sucker. It looks kind of nasty with his braces.
“Oh, so now my locker is your personal trashcan? I’m gonna fuck you up after school. And I’m not going to hold back this time.”
“Isn’t that what you said last time?” Hoseok is smirking around the sucker stick. The bell ringing allows Yoongi to keep from punching him right there against his locker. “It’s a date, then.” Hoseok sings before sauntering off to his class.
Yoongi is left to boil over those words by himself.
“Do you even know why this time?” Taehyung says. They’ve decided to sit on the pavement rather than stand this time. Namjoon shrugs.
“You couldn’t smell why? Hoseok needs to get his feet checked out. That’s just wrong.”
Taehyung is quiet for a moment. “He does.”
Yoongi and Hoseok are glaring at each other at the moment, before the real fight starts.
“It’s so easy to get under your skin, y’know?” Hoseok is all grins and carefree. It irritates Yoongi even more.
“Shut the fuck up.” He cracks his knuckles and Hoseok knows it’s time. So he sheds his uniform jacket and pulls his shirt over his head. Yoongi doesn’t let his eyes drift over the neat rows of bronze abdominal muscles. Nope.
Yoongi lunges forward and punches Hoseok square on the jaw, not enough to dislocate, they’ve long since learned how to hit without doing hospital worthy damage. Hoseok stumbles back, hand flying to caress his jaw. He lets out a laugh and then Yoongi’s knocked to the ground, air punched out of his lungs.
“Did you finish that math assignment yet?” Taehyung asks as their friends battle on the ground. Namjoon nods and makes to pull it out of his bag.
“Yeah, need some help?”
“Might as well. We’ll be here for a while.”
“Hoseok’s not fucking here.” Yoongi spits out, dumping his body onto the plastic chair of the lunch table.
“You sound disappointed.” Seokjin says, pushing half of his sandwich over to Yoongi. Today is burrito day and those don’t settle with Yoongi’s stomach very well.
“What? No, I’m happy. I’m very happy, see?” Yoongi grins and it’s kind of hysterical. Seokjin flinches away from it but Namjoon laughs.
“Wow, dude, could you be any more obvious?”
"What are you talking about, you dope?” Yoongi narrows his eyes, trying to appear menacing to his friend of ten years. It proves to be a difficult feat.
“You’ve got a crush on him, don’t you?” Yoongi breaks Seokjin’s sandwich container. “Think about it. You never stop talking about him. You’re always egging him on, wanting to fight him. And now, you miss him. You miss Jung Hoseok. Holy shit, I’m a genius.” Namjoon is baffled at himself as he makes the connections.
Seokjin is still staring at his container. “Uh. Well, Yoongi, other than breaking my poor container that was totally innocent, how does this accusation make you feel?” Yoongi gives him this incredulous look like he’s got an IQ lower than a chair.
“How does that make me feel?” Yoongi drops his head onto the table before picking it back up and giving them both angry glares. “I don’t have a crush on Jung Hoseok.”
“Oh my god, you have a crush on Hoseok?”
The table turns to look at Taehyung who is passing by with his friends Jimin and Jungkook. Jimin has his mouth and eyes open far too wide and Jungkook is as disinterested as it gets.
“What the fuck is wrong with you people?”
“That’s what I say.” Jungkook perks up and then there’s admiration sparkling in his eyes as he looks at Yoongi.
“I’m not prepared for this.”
“Hey, brace face, chicken out yesterday?” Yoongi hollers as he makes his way down the hall with Namjoon. He didn’t sleep well the past night, plagued by Namjoon’s words. His tie is too loose and his shirt isn’t even close to tucked into his pants.
Hoseok shuts his locker and looks at Yoongi. He waits until they’re closer before he smirks.
“Nothing to say?” Yoongi tilts his head, smug and satisfied. But all Hoseok does is smile and Yoongi is blessed with perfectly straight white teeth, free of braces and wow Yoongi needs to go.
“Shit, I need to give Seokjin his new container before class.” Yoongi hisses, dramatically glancing at the clock hanging from the wall. He turns and dashes away from the scene.
“What was that?” Hoseok mumbles. Namjoon smiles lazily, dimple making it’s appearance.
“That, my friend, is clarification.” Hoseok looks at him confused but he doesn’t get any more information than that. “Your teeth look great, man.” And then Namjoon is going to his class.
“Leave for one day and everyone loses their shit.”
Hoseok had prompted the fight that afternoon, claiming he’ll knock the common sense back into Yoongi. The latter accepted this challenge of course, however, he seemed more quiet, more calm as he took and dealt his blows. Even Taehyung noticed, but it seems like Hoseok doesn’t.
“What’s up with Yoongi?”
“He thinks Hoseok’s hot without his braces.”
“He said that?”
“Of course not. He didn’t have to after running away from Hoseok’s smile this morning.” Namjoon says, not really involved in the conversation too fully. He may or may not be googling ways to ask out super cute boys with best friends your best friend is an ass to. But probably not.
“Whatcha doin’?” Taehyung asks, peeking over at Namjoon’s phone. The older presses it to his chest, blush blooming on the apples of his cheeks.
“Just looking up some questions is all.” He’s quick to answer, only a half lie if anything. Taehyung’s interest only seems to pique higher after that.
“Ask me, I might be able to help.” Taehyung’s smile is brighter than the afternoon sun beating on their backs.
Namjoon thinks he’s beautiful in this light, the greenery behind him contrasting with his tan skin and brown hair in all of the perfect ways it could. Birds chirping and their best friends grunting in the background complete the scene Namjoon’s mind takes a picture of.
“Actually, maybe you could.” Namjoon’s brain is flying through scenarios that could happen with the words he’s going to say next. “There’s a guy. He likes someone, very cute, his smile could end world hunger.”
Taehyung makes a face expressing how impressive he thinks this is. “That guy’s pretty great then, huh?”
Namjoon’s face goes all soft, his voice matching it. “Yeah. He is. But the problem is that he can’t ask this amazing guy out because his friend isn’t very nice to him or his friend.”
Taehyung hums, looking up at the sky as he hugs his legs to his chest. “The answer is simple and definitely not something you have to google.” Taehyung laughs and it’s amazing. “Just ask him out. He should like the guy because it’s him, not his friend.”
“Want to grab coffee with me?” Namjoon blurts, mouth thinking faster than his brain. Taehyung’s smile is wide and sincere.
“I was hoping you’d ask.”
“What do I do?” Yoongi bemoans, fingers grappling at his hair like it’ll help his brain give him an answer by threatening it. “I can’t even look at him without getting this weird burning sensation in my chest. I just want to punch him and maybe kiss him. Fuck I don’t know.”
Seokjin pats Yoongi’s shoulder. They’re in the courtyard for lunch, not the roof because they may be bad boys, but they aren’t cliche. They hate that stuff. Namjoon is off with Taehyung for lunch and the two are by themselves, not like they mind. They’re genuinely happy for that big dingus.
“It’s not like you can even ask him out all of a sudden. He’d be too suspicious.” Seokjin says, not even pretending like this situation is easy because it actually isn’t. Not when Yoongi’s feelings are on the line. Oh god.
“Have you even seen his abs, like holy shit. I feel them against me every time we fight and oh my god it didn’t turn me on until recently.” Yoongi sounds like he’s sobbing into his knees. “Feelings are horrible. I don’t know what to do with them.”
“For starters, you can try being nice to him for a change.” Seokjin offers. Yoongi grimaces.
“Isn’t that too obvious? He’ll be suspicious. Like I’m making fun of him. Oh god, what if I tell him and he thinks it’s a joke and he rejects me.” Yoongi looks horrified, jumping to his feet. “Seokjin, take my feelings, I don’t want them.”
Seokjin looks up at him with a soft smile, amusement shining in his eyes. “You’ll be okay. I don’t think Hoseok is the type of person to do that. Especially if you show him how earnest you are about these feelings you have towards him.”
“I don’t know how to do that and even if I did, I don’t think I can. I’ve spent this whole year hating him and now. Now he’s fucking hot and I want his dick.”
“Wow. Okay. I think I’ve heard enough for today.”
Yoongi shakes his fist after the punch he delivers to Hoseok’s abdomen. He may or may not be flushing from the mere thought that it touched Hoseok’s God-crafted body. Hoseok is on the ground, coughing, struggling to regain the loss of oxygen.
“That all you got?” Yoongi asks from his stance above him. Hoseok looks up and smiles at Yoongi. Yoongi wants to punch him in the mouth, but at the same time he doesn’t want to break any of his flawless teeth. So maybe he’d like to punch his mouth with his own lips. So what. Hoseok wobbles as he stands on his feet.
“Why are we even fighting this time, because I haven’t got a clue.”
“For reasons.” Yoongi sputters out. He hears Namjoon laugh from where he and Taehyung sit on the sidelines. “Shut the fuck up.” And it sounds a lot weaker than it was supposed to, but Namjoon needs to keep his dirty trap shut.
“I think I have a right to know why I’m being punched in the gut. Usually I do know. I don’t think I messed with you today.” Hoseok brings his hand up to his chest, scratching at the expanse of muscle there.
Yoongi frowns in his spot for a moment, trying to come up with a decent excuse from events earlier in the day. But when he comes up with nothing other than the embarrassing truth, he stutters out a, “You’re just- You’re just so annoying, like, damn.” It’s a poor excuse but Hoseok seems to take the bait and punches Yoongi’s cheek.
He stumbles back, flames of anger licking his stomach up to his chest cavity. As he cradles his cheek tenderly, he thinks that, in a way, he doesn’t want to fight Hoseok anymore. He wonders if he even should. He wonders if he can stop, because this has been such a trend for them. A daily occurrence. He kicked out of his thoughts, quite literally, and lands on the ground, right calf throbbing painfully.
“I’m that irritating to you, huh? I don’t even have to do anything anymore. I’m honored in some twisted way.” It’s Hoseok’s turn to smirk down at him. Yoongi doesn’t have anything to say to that. Instead, he opts to swipe out his left leg and send Hoseok to the ground to join him.
Yoongi says nothing after that, He just gets up and leaves, Namjoon scrambling up and following after him, shouting his goodbye to Taehyung.
When they’re on the bus, Yoongi finally decides to speak up.
“Was I too obvious?”
Namjoon doesn’t say anything, just looks out of the window.
“I was too obvious.”
Namjoon looks over at him.
“Damn it.”
“Well, at least you didn’t tell him the real reason. Though what you came up with was kind of worse than the truth.” Namjoon finally supplies his opinion, but it doesn’t really help Yoongi out.
“I can’t just tell him that I was jealous he was flirting with Jimin. He’ll think I’m just some bastard that beats people when they’re jealous.”
“Well, I mean…” Namjoon trails on.
“But I’m not…” Yoongi pouts, like, Min Yoongi actually pouts. Namjoon melts at the sight and pats his friend on the head.
“I know, you have a big heart that you need to protect and that’s how you do it.”
Normally, Yoongi would swat his hand away, but feelings are wearing him down and the affection is appreciated for once. So he leans on his friend, exhaustion dissipating.
Yoongi begins starting fights with Hoseok over the smallest things. Hoseok laughs too loud at Yoongi, Yoongi beats him. Hoseok stops in front of him, Yoongi fights him. Hoseok so much as graces Yoongi with a smile, Yoongi takes him outside and engages in combat. He isn’t really irritated by the actions. He admits to Namjoon one afternoon on the bus the reason for starting these incredibly petty fights.
“Because, well, it’s really embarrassing why actually.” Yoongi is blushing and scratching the back of his neck. Why is it so hot in here?
Namjoon nudges him on. “Can’t be that bad.”
Yoongi nods slowly and then he’s finally articulated the words. “It gives me an excuse to be close to him.” He says it softly, like someone might hear and tell Hoseok. Namjoon is staring at him, staring until Yoongi becomes too uncomfortable and squirms in his seat. And then Namjoon is laughing and bringing his best bro in for a bear hug.
“What the fuck, Namjoon? I can’t breathe.” Yoongi punches his arms.
“You’re the cutest little fucker on the planet. You fight him because you want to be close to him, oh my god. You want to feel his rock hard abs on your baby tummy, oh my god!”
Namjoon goes to school with a black eye the next day (and a huge smile).
Yoongi finally snaps one day when he spots Hoseok feeding Jimin. So he drags Hoseok out after school, Taehyung and Namjoon trailing behind them with their hands connected.
“What the fuck did I do to you now? I purposely didn’t bother you today.” Hoseok wretches away from Yoongi’s iron grip. Yoongi turns around so fast and so close that Hoseok stumbles back. Yoongi’s face is so red that Hoseok is afraid it might explode and burn him.
“You’re acting all cute with Jimin.” Yoongi spits out. Surprise then amusement crosses Hoseok’s face. “And you don’t have to fucking do anything.”
Hoseok looks mildly irritated.
“So, I can’t be with my friends because you get jealous of them? That’s fucking rich.” Hoseok laughs and he sounds so sarcastic. Yoongi pushes him. Hoseok immediately retaliates, pushing back.
“You’re fucking hot.” Yoongi confesses hotly, anger seething through him. It’s directed more to himself, angry that the confession is like this. Angry that he can’t provide a more romantic method for Hoseok.
“Yeah, well, you look like a god damn angel when you smile.” Hoseok barks out.
They stand there, breathing heavily.
Namjoon and Taehyung watch them with wide eyes. Not sure what the hell is going on or where it’s going to end up.
Hoseok reacts first, grabbing fistfuls of Yoongi shirt and bringing him forward. Their lips crash just as harshly as their fists did before. It’s messy and actually kind of a horrible first kiss. Their teeth meet painfully and there’s too much spit.
But it’s a kiss. It’s a kiss that changes their relationship forever.
And Namjoon and Taehyung wish they had never watched it happen.
“I know I’ve been saying this ever since you two got together last year, but you two are fucking sick.” Jimin says, disgruntled face in place as it usually is while their group is gathered at the lunch table. Jimin’s boyfriend (boy did Yoongi feel like a dickfart when he found that out) Jungkook makes a sound that is strikingly similar to praising Jesus.
Yoongi’s eyes twitch in irritation. “Look fuckhead, I’ll beat the shit out of you if you keep talking to Hoseok like that.” Hoseok laughs from where he’s nestled against Yoongi’s side, fingers gripping tight onto Yoongi’s.
“Oh hush, I know you love Jimin too much to do anything to him.” Seokjin says, crunching on some carrots.
“I don’t feel that way about Jungkook though.” Yoongi says, evil smirk directed to the youngest.
“Come on now, you haven’t been in a fight for a year now, let’s not break that record.” Hoseok says, placing a gentle kiss to Yoongi’s pulsepoint on his neck. Yoongi melts in the blink of an eye, a small shy smile replacing the smirk.
“Okay.”
The rest of the group stare at the two like they’re from outer space.
“Fuckin’ whipped.”