Bts Oneshots [mainly yoonseok]

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Yoongi
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I sighed heavily as I sat on the couch and flipped through the channels. I was still waiting for Hoseok, my roommate...no, better yet, my boyfriend. Not finding anything interesting, I went up to go get a glass of water. Huh, do I already miss Hoseok? It's been like 5 hours only.

"Yoongi! Open the door pleaaase. I forgot the keys."

I walked to the door feeling happier than I had all day. Not knowing what I was doing, I ran to Hoseok and literally jumped onto him. Shit, it was a painting. Ugh I'm so stupid. It must have taken years for him to paint it. I helped Hoseok up. He must dislike me now.

"Yoongi?"

Still feeling ashamed, I pick Hoseok's stuff up. I put the paints into his little plastic bag and threw his backpack on my shoulder.

"Yeah, sorry Hoseok."

"It's okay."

"Hold up, I'll bring something to clean you up real quick."

I walked inside, dropped Hoseok's stuff in the kitchen and grabbed a towel. I walked out the door and walked over to Hoseok. He flicked some paint at me and came to smear it in my hair and on my clothes.

"Hey!!"

"Don't say you didn't deserve it Yoongs."

He winked at me before grabbing the towel from me.

"Thanks Yoongs."

How could I have not missed him?

Hoseok
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"Yoongi! I want the towel back!"

"Nope."

"Pleeease?"

"Nooo."

As Yoongi walked inside, I followed him, leaving the rest of my shit outside. Yoongi turned around and wiped some pink paint off my cheek. I followed him to the sink. He took a towel and put some face wash on it.

"Hoseok, face me."

I nodded and faced him. He was extremely focused on cleaning paint off my face. You know, you remind me of mama Jin. I watched him closely. The way his triangular eyes were squinting a little. His hand on my shoulder, and lastly, his blonde hair, which was pretty colorful now.

"Done!"

"Thanks Yoongs."

You don't know that everything you do makes my heart flutter.

Yoongi
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"Yoongi, take off you shirt."

At this, I blushed.

"Why?"

It didn't take me long to figure, but I saw a paint palette resting on his thigh. He was impatiently twirling around a paintbrush. Sighing, I gave in. There was no winning with Hoseok. His dumb logic always wins in the end.

"Ok, sit here!"

He pointed to his lap. I walked over to him, taking a seat. I can feel his finger tracing a pattern along my back.

"Hoseok, that tickles!! Stop it!!"

Hoseok smiled and nodded. He started mixing some colors and I couldn't help but notice his intense focus. Too cute. I faced him and planted a kiss on his lips. I could hear him giggle as he started painting on my back.

"I'm painting on you because you ruined my other painting, idiot!"

"Okay, go for it."

I smiled at him and ruffled his hair before turning back. I felt cold brush strokes against my back. One, two, three, four. I counted the strokes until I lost count. I sat there for a while and turned around. Hoseok had fallen asleep and started snoring lightly. I took off his round glasses and put a blanket over him. Night, Hobi.

Thank you, Hoseok.

A.N
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Thanks to those of you who are still reading this shit I have written. I like this chapter better than the last one lmao. Ok, bye!

-Som