『 ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ ⋙ sᴏᴘᴇ 』✔︎

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕪

An endearing smile tugged at Mrs. Jung's lips as she poked her head through the cracked opening of Jung Hoseok's room, only to see the boys cuddled up against each other with their arms and legs tangled together in a never ending knot.

Light snores or muttered sleep talk echoed throughout the pearl colored bedroom, Hoseok subconsciously wrapping his leg around Yoongi's waist only to tighten the already close proximity between the two.

She placed a hand over her heart before taking one last glance at the two boys, and headed down into the kitchen to order a pizza for the cuddling pair and Hoseok's younger sister, Dawon.

Who, out of curiosity, had been eavesdropping on the two all afternoon and early evening, the sun just starting to set with its golden rays casting pink and purple hues all across the sky.

After purposely walking past their bedroom countless times just to peek at the sleeping pair, a smirk couldn't help but form on the corner of her lips, the tip of her eyebrow quirking up mischievously at the sight of the two.

And even though she knew that Hoseok was a dumbass and currently liked Lee Chul, a little spark of hope couldn't help but burst in her heart that the two boys a few feet away from her would maybe, just maybe, end up together sometime in the near future.

It was a gut wrenching feeling that was much too strong to be ignored.

Plus, it was just a small stupid crush at the moment.

And the obvious spark between Hoseok and Yoongi practically electrified the air with this new found energy; something much more powerful and permanent than a short term high school crush on a stereotypical douchebag.

Sighing to herself, Dawon went back to her room and placed her giant headphones over her ears, blocking the outside world in the comforts of her own Spotify playlist.

She just hoped Hoseok would get past his own ignorance and realize what was right before his own eyes.

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Letting out a long and dragged out breathy yawn, Yoongi slowly blinked his eyes open to clear his blurred cloudy vision from being asleep for too long. It was until the objects around him took their actual precise form that everything came back to him.

He was cuddling with Jung Hoseok.

What the fuck? Yoongi's panicked eyes darted from his arms, which were wrapped around Hoseok's torso, to the younger's bob of curls resting just underneath his chin.

How long have we been like this?

His eyes scanned the room for any signs of a clock, and widened in pure shock at the minute and second hand, making small tick noises with every second passing by.

7:00!?!? Holy shit, Yoongi quickly unwraveled his arms out from beneath Hoseok's bear hug, not really caring if he woke the younger up and scrambled up from the bed to his phone resting on the bedside table.

There were thankfully no worried text messages from his parents wondering when he'd be home or what was taking him so long, which calmed down the frantic boy just a little bit.

Quickly shooting them a text that he won't be home until later, Yoongi shut off his phone and turned to look at the brunet who was still in a deep slumber.

His heart melted at the pure image, and only sent his heart flying at Hoseok's squished up cheek against the white fluffy pillow, with his long legs scrunched up against his chest in a fetal position.