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[i posted chp 84 yesterday but I don't think too many ppl saw it/got the notif, so make sure u read it before this chp! Since it is pretty vital to the plot, thank you! <3]

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"Ah shit!" Hoseok yelped once both Taehyung and Jimin slammed the boy into Taehyung's entryway, Jimin even going as far as slapping his butt.

"Jimin! Was that really necessary?" Hoseok scolded, sending his friend a glare as the two younger ones began slipping off their snow covered shoes.

Jimin shrugged innocently, "It does the job."

Rolling his eyes, Hoseok just brushed it off before taking of his shoes as well, and almost instantly after he was dragged downstairs into Taehyung's basement not even getting the change to greet the Kim family.

"Alright," Taehyung clapped his hands, plopping down onto the couch rather eagerly before taking hold of Jimin and placing the elder onto his lap, "so, tell us about yourself, Jung."

"What is this a therapist appointment? Cut to the chase."

"Someone's snappy," Jimin whispered to Taehyung, who just nodded in return as he secured his arms around Jimin's waist with the elder leaning back against him comfortably.

"C'mon at least give us a little introduction!" Taehyung pleaded, purposely making his dark brown eyes even bigger and sparkly as he poked out his bottom lip.

And although Hoseok didn't really find it cute, he complied anyway since he knew the two wouldn't budge. It was almost useless arguing with them plus it'd speed up the process a bit quicker.

"Fine," Hoseok impatiently groaned, sitting up properly to face the two, "My name is Hobi, and I'm friends with two little shitheads who are probably planning a fucking murder."

"Great!" Taehyung enthused happily, Jimin nodding in contentment as Hoseok just rolled his eyes again, before motioning for the two to get to the point.

"So," Jimin started, taking an unnecessarily long break in between words for a more dramatic effect, "thoughts on Yoongi?"

Hoseok just had to bite down on his lip forcefully to keep his cheeks from heating up, but he swallowed down those raging butterflies and tingles that he always got whenever he heard that name, and just answered as calmly as he could, "Ummm he's my friend? What the fuck are you two trying to get at here?"

Taehyung and Jimin just exchanged glances, before nodding as if a telepathic agreement was made.

"You like him," they both said in unison, which Hoseok just widened his eyes at, a now uncontrollable blush creeping up his cheeks as he just gaped at the two unbelievably.

How'd they know- Hoseok nervously thought, but soon darted his eyes back up at the two and attempted his very best to deny the accusation, "Yeah as a friend."

"Friend my ass," Jimin scoffed, taking both of Hoseok's hands in his as he stared deeply into the other's eyes, "it's okay to tell us, we don't judge you. But you bottling up your much too obvious feelings for him isn't going to help."

"First of all," Hoseok started, rubbing his forehead out of weariness, "what makes you think I like him?"

"Well let's see," Taehyung gazed up towards the ceiling, preparing to count off on his fingers, "you guys talk, like a lot. I dunno but for two people who literally hated each other at first you guys seem awfully close just after a few months. But anyway, don't think we don't notice how flustered you get around him, or how you guys literally stare at each other constantly or-"