#this is a shabbier version of what i wrote before bc i was too angry to write all of it again sorry

[1rmono]

Are you still taking prompts? If so, 27 yoonseok pls

“We’re going downtown.”

“There’s a strip club downtown.”

“Min Yoongi, I am going to kill you.”

There are only a few things that can take away Yoongi’s attention from his Saturday afternoon ritual of playing Call of Duty: Black Ops III. Being in college meant Yoongi barely saw the inside of his room most days hurrying to classes and grinding at the library which left him with wistful stares in the direction of his console in between Calculus study sessions. And with Taehyung out probably fucking Jungkook, this was as good a time as any other to catch up on some video games.

Well, except when Hoseok says that.

Yoongi hits pause an turns around.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t you dare pull that innocent shit on me, hyung, I fucking swear-” and now Hoseok is so close that their faces are three inches away and Yoongi has no option but to look directly into Hoseok’s eyes.

The fact that he likes Hoseok a whole damn lot does not help fight down the intense blush that creeps up on his cheeks at his proximity. Luckily, Hoseok doesn’t notice.

“What the fuck is this?” Hoseok demands, thrusting his phone at Yoongi. Yoongi blinks, squinting at Hoseok’s cracked screen (there wasn’t a single time in the history of Jung Hoseok owning a new cellphone that he hadn’t managed to tragically damage it this way within the first week of having one so that Hoseok’s standards have lowered considerably and “as long as it works, hyung” is a sufficient philosophy for now).

“It’s my Twitter,” Yoongi says, shrugging and Hoseok splutters, half in exasperation and half in disbelief.

“‘Min Yoongi retweeted Namjoon’s tweet “i feel like yoongi hyung’s ideal type is choi sooyoung” and said “listen brat, i only fuck guys”’?”

“And?” Yoongi shrugs. It’s hard for Yoongi to concentrate on anything because Hoseok is wearing a tank top and god, it’s taking every ounce of Yoongi’s concentration to look nonchalant and not blatantly stare at Hoseok’s pretty arms.

Hoseok on the other hand, looks like he might explode in frustration.

“And,” he says, nearly screaming, “you’re gay?”

“So what?”

“You’re telling me that we’ve known each other for two years and you’ve been gay this whole time.”

“Yup.”

“God,” Hoseok says, slapping his forehead, “do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to stop myself from hitting on you?”

If Yoongi thinks he was blushing before, it’s nothing compared to what he’s doing now and he’s red that he has to look away and turn back to his game.

“That’s what you’ve been bringing the ceiling down for this whole time?” Yoongi mumbles, unpausing the game.

“Don’t you fucking dare make me look like the one that’s crazy, hyung I-”

“You free at 8?” Yoongi interrupts. There is a short silence and then a huff of affirmation.

“Great, we’re going downtown.”

“There’s a strip club downtown.”

“And also an Italian place, asshole,” Yoongi smirks before looking back at Hoseok.

“I’ll pick you up 7:30. Sound good?”

This time it’s Hoseok’s turn to blush and there’s a small smile he’s fighting down at the edge of his lips before nodding ever so slightly and storming out and slamming the door shut.

Yoongi thinks it’s cute how Hoseok forgets that the walls are thin because he can hear Hoseok squealing down the entire hall.