Yoongi POV

Is this really happening? Is Jung Hoseok, my crush, really riding on the back of my motorcycle, grasping me from behind at that and burrying his face Into my back? 

Laughing at the scream that left Hoseoks lips I'd round a sharp corner, the feeling of the younger holding onto me tighter had a sharp breath leaving me, being this close to the Raven, It was something I thought would never happen In a million years, Yet here I was giving Him a ride home. 

'Home...thats right, If Hoseoks takes the bus evey day then he dosent live far...what am I gonna do, this could be my only chance to actually get to talk to him.' 

Taking my eyes off the road, Id peer back at the younger who was still hiding against my back, seems like he isnt gonna Relax anytime soon. Looking ahead I'd take a detour down a side street, knowing Hoseok wasnt really paying attention to where we were going anyways, Hell the younger hadnt even really told yoongi where he lived to be honest. 

'Hm, I'll just ask him later.' 

As I came to a halt within the parking lot of a small outlet mall, I'd slowly pull my helmet off my head, my mint hair sticking out in some places. 

"Hoseok?" 

Calling the younger softly, Hoseok would finally lift his head, looking around through the helmet before slowly releasing me and slipping of the plastic, his hair as or if not more messy then my own, the site making a chuckle slip from my lips at how cute he looked.

"Where are we? This isnt my house..." 

"I know that but you didnt exactly tell me where you lived, now did you?" 

Raising a brow to the younger male I'd watch as Hoseok opened his mouth slightly as If to say something in protest to my words but after a moment he quickly shut it and huffed when he realized I was right. 

'Cute.' 

"Well since were here, might as well enjoy our selfs, no? " 

"W-what?! But...but..." 

"No buts princess, lets go." 

Hoping of the motorcycle, I'd turn to face Hoseok who gave me a look of surprise at the name I had called him, the brunettes flushed face apparent