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𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖

"Thank you for having me, Mrs Jung," Yoongi politely thanked after just finishing up his pizza with Hoseok and his younger sister, Dawon.

Who he took a great liking too, even if she was quite chaotic and sassy. But hilarious, nonetheless.

"My pleasure," Hoseok's mom sent Yoongi a kind heartwarming smile, which somewhat resembled Hoseok's heart shaped one that Yoongi absolutely loved, before walking back into the house to leave the two high school boys out on the porch alone.

"Thanks for dyeing my hair, Hoseok. I love it," The genuineness lacing the elder's voice insanely brought this foreign feeling of tranquility to Hoseok, knowing that he really had done a good job.

And he was especially glad that Yoongi loved it.

"It's no problem, we needed to use up those dyes anyway. Plus, you look really good in that color," he chuckled softly, earning a rosy pink to make its way up onto Yoongi's cheeks.

"Alright," Yoongi began shyly, looking down towards his feet, "I should get going, it's getting pretty late-"

"Oh wait!" Hoseok interrupted, "stay here, I need to go grab something real quick."

Watching as the younger dashed back into his dim lit house and up the carpeted steps, Yoongi stood there questionably about what Hoseok could possibly be getting.

As far as he was concerned, Yoongi hadn't forgotten any of his things in Hoseok's room, had he?

Answering those pondering thoughts, Hoseok quickly returned with a big black object in his hand.

The camera? Yoongi thought, quirking an eyebrow at the item in Hoseok's dainty hands.

"What's that for?" He asked curiously, tilting his head to the side.

Without speaking at all, Hoseok picked a small purple flower that somehow survived the bitter weather, and placed it behind Yoongi's small, cute ears. A smile never left his lips during the whole time, only to leave a stunned Min Yoongi furiously blushing at the gesture.

Before he was able to ask any questions, Hoseok began snapping pictures of Yoongi, still not saying anything at all as if it was completely self explanatory.

While Yoongi was wondering what the actual frick frack was happening.

❝Why are you taking a picture of me?❞

❝Because I'm supposed to take a picture of something beautiful, aren't I?❞

Yoongi's once dozy, half-asleep eyes were now as wide as saucers at the smooth compliment, wondering how in the world the boy across from him had said it so casually without any trace of nervousness at all.

All he got in return, was a cheeky smile and the command to, "Look natural."

So Yoongi did just that, not having the will power to disobey the very spontaneous demands and just followed along, while also being all too flustered in general to add onto Hoseok's heart-fluttering comment.

But although he may have not showed it on the outside, his mind was in complete and utter chaos.

He was just thankful that it was much too dark outside to make out the bright pink hues spreading across his pale cheeks, and hopefully Hoseok didn't notice it either.

But the two stayed like that, a curly headed brunet causally taking pictures of his best friend with a small purple flower tucked behind his right ear, who was trying his absolute best not to melt into a puddle on the concrete doorstep or run away and scream bloody murder in the late hours of the chilly night.