“I told you not to do it, I said hoe don’t do it and there you go and do it. Goddamn it!” Yoongi covered his eyes like he had been scarred for life when in fact he was looking at a very blond Seokjin.

“Don’t blame me; the stress from all the exams was getting to me. I had to do something; otherwise I would have gone stir-crazy.” Seokjin defended and ran a hand through his very angelic-looking hair.

“ing terrible,” Yoongi groaned out, still not looking at his friend.

“You don’t like it?” Seokjin pouted cutely.

“No, it’s ing amazing, I hate it.” Yoongi peeked at Seokjin through his parted fingers.

“You are a bitter little boy,” Seokjin flicked him on the forehead.

“How do you know I’m little?” Yoongi smirked greasily.

“Don’t even try joking about that with me, you sleazy dickbag.” Seokjin made a disgusted face, “I’m basically your mother.”

“You wish,” Yoongi scoffed.

“Not really, I pity her; having to deal with your negative all the time.” Seokjin said as he gathered his things, no sense in trying to study while Yoongi was around.

“I have a very nice ,” Yoongi butted out his to prove a point.

“You got no ,” Seokjin rolled his eyes. One of these days, he was going to lose them if he continued hanging out with Yoongi.

“I beg to differ,” A third and very cheerful voice joined the conversation.

“Oh for ’s sake. Why?” Yoongi opened his hands towards the heavens. Maybe he had caused the holocaust in his past life and he was being punished now. Maybe he kicked a puppy or stole candy from a baby. Whatever it was that he did, it wasn’t worth the suffering he was being put through at the moment.

“Because you do have a nice ,” Hoseok answered the question that wasn’t directed at him.

“I don’t know, it’s kinda small.” Seokjin pretended to think it over, knowing very well how uncomfortable this whole situation was for Yoongi.

“Can we please change the subject?” Yoongi refused to admit that he was red in the face.

“But all of him is small,” Hoseok tilted his head to the side, Yoongi’s request going completely ignored.

“Well not according to him,” Seokjin commented about Yoongi’s earlier remark.

“Oh,” Hoseok’s mouth turned upwards into a, slightly evil, smile. “Now that I can confirm,” He winked (winked!) at Yoongi.

“Okay, gross,” Seokjin regretted his decisions a little.

“Why are you here?!” Yoongi shook a fist in Hoseok’s direction.

“It’s a library, with books; I’m here to borrow a book. Go figure,” Hoseok sassed, seemingly satisfied with how Yoongi had lost his cool.

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