"Wow, Hoseok, are you really going out dressed like that?"

Hoseok stops making faces at himself in the mirror and turns to look at you.

"Like what?"

"Like...you know... you're going out to pick up GUYS instead of girls."

Hoseok looks sincerely surprised when he asks, "Are you telling me the ladies aren't going to be attracted to aaalll of this?" He gestures grandly to his entire body.

You laugh. He can be such a charmer, but seriously he's dressed like a pimp and you don't think it's a good look on him. Especially that hair,ugh.

"Come here, I'll help you," you say and Hoseok obediently comes over to where you're sitting up on a table, swinging your legs. He comes to stand between your legs, a natural position to be so you can reach his hair to fix it. This isn't weird, you're best friends after all.

Since you're on the table, your face is actually the same height as Hoseok's face and you use this opportunity to look him right in the eyes and while your fingers push his hair back.

"See how you look less of a pedo or ert now? OH MY GOD, WHO IS THIS HANDSOME MAN?!"

You exaggerate your voice and actions, and to make your point, you make a kissy face at Hoseok. The stupid kiss noises you're making are suddenly silenced when Hoseok grabs your wrists and presses his lips against yours, hard. You almost pull away in shock, but his hands are now holding your face. When you feel his tongue slide between