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"Ready to go?" Namjoon's voice interrupted Hoseok and Yoongi's staring competition. It was more like Yoongi glaring at Hoseok, while Hoseok just looked down at him with an amused look and a smirk on his face.

The smirk only deepened when he saw Yoongi's blush after they heard Namjoon's voice. His glare softening, and his back straightening awkwardly. Namjoon stood oblivious to the two's behavior towards each other.

"Oh, you two are getting along now?" he asked.

Nope. The exact opposite.

"Yeah, we're getting along pretty well. Aren't we, Yoongi?" Hoseok asked Yoongi in a teasing manner.

"Horse face," Yoongi muttered.

Hoseok let out a laugh, "Your nicknames are the funniest," he said sarcastically, "Come on Joon, let's go."

Then the two left Yoongi with a crumpled pink love letter in his hand.

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RIP!

Yoongi teared up the useless envelope, throwing it into the trash where it belonged. He mumbled many words as he did. Words like, "stupid," "dumb," "bullshit," along with many other curse words. You know, all his favorite words. They say cursing makes you feel better, but it definitely didn't in Yoongi's case,

Hoseok knows that Yoongi likes Namjoon.

Hoseok is Namjoon's best friend.

Hoseok is probably gonna tell Namjoon that Yoongi likes Namjoon.

Yoongi hopes Hoseok doesn't.

Yoongi survived so long without Namjoon knowing.

What would happen if Namjoon found out?

Chaos. That would happen.

If Namjoon or anyone else finds out that Yoongi likes Namjoon, he's gonna have to move to Mexico and change his name to José or some shit like that. Mexico wouldn't be his first choice though, maybe New Zealand. His English wasn't good, but New Zealand had nice scenery.

But enough of that. Yoongi isn't a pussy. Tomorrow he's gonna have to confront Hoseok, threaten him not to tell anyone or else, then everything should be solved.

Right?

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"Pfft! No way!" Hoseok shook his head with an eye roll.

"What?"

"I mean, I won't tell anyone," Hoseok shrugged, "But where's the fun in knowing if I can't make weird faces at him when you're around? It's like having a delicious hamburger in front of you, but you're not aloud to eat it."

"Don't tell anyone I like Namjoon, or else I'll rearrange your whole body so badly that you wouldn't even look human anymore," was what Yoongi said to Hoseok after grabbing his arm and dragging him into a janitor's closet. His words were also followed by, "And don't try to hint anything either. I don't want him knowing."

"You do know I stand by my word, right?" Yoongi stepped closer into Hoseok's personal space. Their chests only inches apart.

Imagine if someone walked in the janitor's closet, seeing these two. They'd probably think they are doing things. Because one, they are very close. Two, everyone knows that Yoongi and Hoseok's sexuality isn't restricted to just girls. Three, they are in the janitor's closet where many couples go to do things. And four, people love to assume things.

They were so close that Yoongi could smell and feel the minty fresh breath of Jung Hoseok. But Yoongi kept his strong glare. It didn't seem to be affecting Hoseok.

"I would believe you do," Hoseok stepped back a bit to give them both space. His back was now growing closer to the wall, "But I don't see the problem in me knowing. I can totally help you."

Yoongi tilted his head to the right, his eyes furrowing as he did. "You- you can help me," he repeated Hoseok's words.

"Yeah, I can."

"What's the catch?" Yoongi crossed his arms. Hoseok wouldn't help Yoongi if he didn't have a catch. Everyone has something they want. So what does Hoseok want?

Hoseok thought for a bit. And during the many seconds he spent thinking, his brain thought of many catches. Making Yoongi buy food for him? Making Yoongi do his homework? Making Yoongi his personal slave until the end of this?

Then he finally had the perfect idea:

"Let's have a deal, I set you up with my best friend, you do the same vice versa. We marry, have children, the end. What do you think?"

Yoongi actually laughed, making Hoseok glare at him slightly. This bitch just laughed in my face, Hoseok thought.

"You like Jimin?" Yoongi asked in a mix of disbelief, and amusement. "Like, Park Jimin? I'm sorry, but him? He's way out of your league-"

"Shut up!" Hoseok put his hand over Yoongi's mouth to silence him, "No one else knows but you, so keep quiet. And I'll keep quiet. I also don't need you bringing down my self confidence, it's already low."

Yoongi bit Hoseok's hand, the male yelling out loud and retracting his hand away instantly. Hoseok ignored the slight growl that came out of Yoongi's mouth when he bit Hoseok's hand. Like a fucking cat. Hoseok sighed out loud because Yoongi's action, which seemed to be effective.

"Do we have a deal?" Hoseok asked after he recovered himself.

"Hmp, deal."

"Good," Hoseok smiled widely, "Now, if we're gonna help each other out, we gotta have each other's number. Hand me your wrist."

Yoongi reluctantly held his arm out for Hoseok. The said male taking a pen out of his pocket, and rolling up the shorter males baggy sleeves. He couldn't help but notice the sugary, flawless skin that Yoongi had. He was kind of tempted to run his hands around it at how perfect it was.

It was... intriguing to look at? Fascinating? Whatever the word was.

Hoseok then proceeded to write his number on Yoongi's wrist. Yoongi glanced at the male, his eyes squinting at the males terrible, and messy handwriting.

"Your handwriting is messy."

"Your wrist is tiny," Hoseok quickly retaliated, finishing off by writing the word, "bitch" next to his number.

Yoongi read it, and scoffed. "Bitch," he cursed at Hoseok.

"Yeah you are," Hoseok snickered, earning a punch to the chest by Yoongi.

author note:
I'm sorry for not uploading on schedule. It's because of school. I don't think anyone cares about my works, but you do care about Interlude: Shadow. Speaking of which, here is another reminder to stream Interlude: Shadow. Goodbye.