It was a times like this that Yoongi doubted his friendship skills.

How on earth did he end up having a bunch of reckless,immature,common-sense lacking bunch of teenagers as friends? Yoongi  will never be able to explain this.

It's not like he didn't appreciate them,he did.I mean he was the type of person who would forget his own birthday and do nothing about it, so he felt glad knowing that the guys,every year, never hesitated to remind him that it was his special day and that he needed to celebrate it ;but the sight he had infront of him right now left him quite puzzled.

Taehyung had his arms rapped around namjoon's head seemingly imitating a headlock, he probably learned that from one of his major obsessions:video games.  Namjoo in turn was wiggling around in what seemed like a....  dance?  Yoongi closed  his eyes whilst massaging his temples.

On the other side of the room stood Jin who was trying to force-feed some cake to  a sulking Jungkook ,who was not complying with the elder's orders at all,and last but not least was Hoseok, who was singing some famous  trot song like his life depended on it ,attempting high notes which in Yoongi's opinion he should have never been  allowed to even think of attempt.

Yes Yoongi was the only normal human being present. He was so immersed into his thoughts that he didn't notice two arms slowly wrapping around his torso,he seemed to snap out of it when a warm,minty breath heat his right cheek  along with a whisper -"happy birthday love". A shiver ran through his spine ,he wasn't one for public display of affection but for the first time in months he felt like he really enjoyed their close proximity.But obviously he was