and here we have a very serious hoseok in his natural habitat

classes are back and yoongi simply can't focus.

not even one bit.

head filled with bothersome and useless thoughts, yoongi impatiently taps the edge of his pen against the table, eyes flickering between the professor up front and the ticking clock on the wall.

chalk against the board.

ticking.

tapping.

stares.

screeching as the professor stops writing on the board. they look back, specifically towards yoongi with narrow and questioning eyes. "min yoongi?"

yoongi merely looks towards the professor with a blank stare. "that's me."

"you're distracting the class," the professor said, "do you have a problem? are you okay?"

too tired, too tired.

yoongi merely gives an effortless shrug.

"i'm not okay, but i'll manage."

— — —

hoseok stops typing on his laptop, before turning around on his chair and eyeing yoongi, who's currently flat against the younger's bed, eyes lifelessly staring at the ceiling. hoseok sighed, getting up on his feet and walked over to yoongi, sitting on the edge of the bed, to which the older responded with a small groan.

"are you going to do anything about it?" hoseok asked.

"mmm?"

hoseok sighed. "you've been complaining all day. about how," he cleared his throat, lowering the pitch of his voice to mock yoongi's, "yeah, sure, jimin sent me, like, a hundred coupons for paid coffee at bighit cafe and even a box of donuts that'll last for two weekends but it feels like he doesn't wanna see me, you know? i thought he was going to the cafe with me every weekend!" at this point, hoseok wasn't even trying, "why can't i, a stupid individual, just talk to him so we can be stupid gay boyfriends together with a happily ever after!"

yoongi sat up, sending a glare towards hoseok. "you wouldn't understand."

"i wouldn't understand?" hoseok laughed, "it's all clear. like, goddamn, you even got advice from his mom. how bad are you at this love shit?"

"what? i don't know." yoongi gave up, "i just. i don't know what to do anymore."

hoseok raises his fist, "i swear to--"

a loud ringtone sounding in the room fortunately distracted hoseok from punching the life out of yoongi. the latter quickly gets up with his phone in his hand, walking to some corner of hoseok's room before answering the 'accept' button.

"hello?" yoongi spoke into the phone.

he'd be lying if he said he weren't a little disappointed when his mom's voice spoke back. "yoongi, honey."

"mom!" yoongi exclaimed, eyeing hoseok with a frown that read, 'please shut up.' "how have you been?"

"we're okay. stressed. how about you? have you been eating well? how was your christmas break?" yoongi's mom replied, yoongi hearing her familiar tone of voice-- often serious without a hint of emotion.

"it was okay." not really.

"okay? well. we're coming over this weekend."

yoongi's eyes widened. "sh-- you're coming over this weekend?"

hoseok perked up at that, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips. he grabbed a piece of paper, scribbling a few words onto it as yoongi, who was still listening to his mother drone about work, watched hoseok curiously.

waving at yoongi, hoseok grabbed his attention and lifted the paper up.

TELL THEM YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND ! !

yoongi raised his eyebrow at hoseok. why would he do that? "well, mom. see you this weekend."

hoseok frowned, grabbing yoongi's headphones from the bed and hissing out, "i'm gonna fucking break these if you don't, boi." he threatened, whilst making a gesture of the headphones ripping into two.

the headphones. the headphones that the parks had given him.

shaking his head frantically, yoongi raised his middle finger up at hoseok, who covered his mouth to prevent the laughter from escaping his lips. yoongi yelled, "mom! wait, wait."

silence was all that came from the other line, until, "yes?"

"i've got a boyfriend." yoongi blurted out, running his palm against his face in embarrassment. 'fuck you' he mouthed at hoseok, who gave him a thumbs up.

more silence.

and then came the... snickering?

small laughs were heard from the other line, making yoongi frown.

"well," yoongi's mother began, her voice sounding stiff and tight-- as if she was trying not to make an outburst. "we'll see you and your boyfriend next weekend, then."

then the line went dead.

yoongi proceeded to throw his phone at hoseok, who was now smirking on the bed. "you better have a good fucking explanation for this, you piece of horse shit-- i will punch you in the dick."

"i have a very tiny idea," hoseok said, "that involves jimin."

yoongi seemed hesitant for a second. "but if it doesn't work i'm going too--"

"fry me alive and sell me to the market, i know," hoseok laughed, "but just trust me. trust me as if we're still in a relationship. you always told me back then how trust is the key to a good relationship, so i guess you could say it's still a key to a good friendship. so trust me." he grinned confidently.

yoongi shook his head. "we have until this weekend."

hoseok clapped, excitedly. "it's a very simple idea." he said. "first of all, i need you to grow some balls."

— — —

[robot dance moves cool guy] eyyy jimin

[chimney] hoseok ?

[robot dance moves cool guy] yes

[robot dance moves cool guy] that is me,
i am hoseok

[robot dance moves cool guy] i need u to
meet me outside the dorms after ur classes

[robot dance moves cool guy] ok? ok

[chimney] um ok ?

[chimney] what for

[robot dance moves cool guy] mmm it's a
surprise <3

— — —

"what if it doesn't work?"

"you can take me to the stables and tell the dean that i've decided to move out of my dorm." hoseok looked down at his phone's time, "oops. okay. bye. gotta kris." he sprints towards the dorm entrance, leaving yoongi on his own-- outside the dorm.

yoongi looked up, foot tapping against the ground.

he watched as jimin turned a corner, looking down at his phone. merely a few feet away from where yoongi stood, jimin stopped at his tracks upon spotting a figure from the corner of his eye.

jimin flinched. "yoongi?" he said, taking a step back.

but yoongi stepped forward.

"stop," yoongi told him, finally hearing his own voice.

"what do you want?" jimin inquired.

yoongi breathes.

"will you be my fake boyfriend for one day?"

a wave of pain hits jimin to be hearing the fifth word. he eyes yoongi, who seems to be genuinely in need. jimin lowers his defense at the glint in yoongi's eyes. a last bit of hope.

jimin breathes.

"sure."