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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      J-Hope_|_Jung_Hoseok/Suga_|_Min_Yoongi
  Character:
      Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Genderbending, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-13 Completed: 2014-09-19 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 4909
****** A pink skirt and flushed cheeks. ******
by kittkwon
Summary
     Yoongi is too competetive for her own good and Hoseok's mouth has no
     limits.
Notes
     lesbian!bangtan has been getting real popular around my friends on
     tumblr and i had to write about yoonseok lesbian AU being one myself
     lol
     thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed the work!
     (also it's my first time writing f/f action i'm so happy)
***** Chapter 1 *****
If Min Yoongi was the one to start it all, she will be the one to end it all.
Min Yoongi was the one to start a bowling club when she was a freshman and she
was the reason so many girls joined the club in first place (Seokjin was just
as pretty, she told Yoongi, it’s just that she already had a girlfriend). So of
course that Min Yoongi has to be the one who wins for their club at her senior
year- it’s the first year that they actually have some competition.
A year ago, another high school in their area had started its own bowling club-
Seokjin heard from a friend who knew someone who knew someone that was in that
school that a girl who ditched their team and left school, Namjoon or whatever,
started her own club.
And it was completely ridiculous because Yoongi remembers that Namjoon was some
girl she denied of joining the club because she simply wasn’t good and Taehyung
started a dumb rumor about Namjoon that caused her to leave (Seokjin apologized
but she probably didn’t even mean it).
One thing led to another, now their school bowling teams were rivals and Yoongi
swore that they are going to “slay their asses that wear too much pink.”
She was going to win for their school, no matter what it took.
 
The competition is located in a place that started it all for Yoongi- in the
bowling alley that Taehyung’s father owned. She was pretty much the reason why
Yoongi started the club, Taehyung wanted to come to a school where she would be
respected and not bullied and the pink highlights in her hair that matched her
pink cheeks and pouty lips would make anyone give in, even someone like Min
Yoongi.
Their team is wearing the clothes Taehyung bought for them all; black shirts
with blue and green stripes on the sides along with matching shorts- Yoongi has
the word “Leader” sewn into the back of her shirt.
Yoongi has never had a significant thought of colors until she saw a very
certain someone in a short, pink skirt.
It was a year ago- the team was practicing as usual when they showed up for the
first time.
Namjoon’s team.
Yoongi didn’t even begin to care; she just blinked once at the sight before
turning her head back to watch her girls trying a few new techniques of
throwing the ball.
That is, until the side of her eye caught a sight of something new.
That girl wasn’t someone whom Yoongi has seen before, and she knows all the
girls in the school from the next block- Seokjin and her “connections” were an
advantage when it came to that.
Her ears catch satoori and she figures that she was a transfer student-
probably from Gwangju, from what she hears- and her eyes resist moving away
from her.
She had a high ponytail and not low enough skirt, her thick thighs and long
legs all on show. Her shirt was too tight and probably a size too small because
it created a space between the hem of the shirt and the elastic of her skirt
that showcased tanned skin and a hint of protruding hipbones.
Yoongi squeezes her thighs together and presses her lips into a line when the
girl catches her staring and makes Yoongi whip her head the other way.
 
Seokjin is scowling from her sit by the small scoring screen and Taehyung is
pouting from her seat when Yoongi turns around with a heavy sigh and hears only
a few pins fall behind her.
“What’s wrong with you today?” Seokjin is whisper-yelling at her and grabs at
Yoongi’s arm to pull her closer and all Yoongi can do is scrunch up her nose
and tug her hand away from the grip.
“I’m not feeling well.” She clears her throat, voice breaking as she speaks.
“Right, well. I’m gonna call a quick break and you go wash your face and issues
away because you promised to the team that you will win and I don’t want
Taehyung whining to me along with the other girls, is that clear?” Seokjin
glares at Yoongi’s face for a few moments and leaves no place for an answer as
she turns away and stomps away to request a break for ten minutes.
Namjoon is smirking in triumph when Yoongi turns to the restroom, as if she
knows.
A sigh of relief leaves Yoongi’s lips as she washes her face and looks at
herself through the mirror.
Hoseok was more of a distraction than usual today. And Yoongi absolutely hates
that, absolutely hates her. She was wearing her infamous pastel pink skirt and
tight shirt, jumping in place and laughing loudly each time she gets a high
score and side-eyeing Yoongi each time it was her turn.
She hated Jung Hoseok.
“So I guess your fingers are too weak to hold the ball properly today?” Yoongi
almost chokes on the water she is washing her face with, looking behind her
through the mirror to see Hoseok closing the restroom down behind her and
twirling the hair of her ponytail around her fingers.
“My fingers are not the problem.” Yoongi says quietly and shuts the water,
wiping her wet hands on her shirt; it would be a lie if she said she didn’t
catch Hoseok’s eyes following her fingers.
“Well,” Hoseok hums, “maybe they’re weak because these were the only holes they
got into in a long time.” Her hips sway and shoulders shake in laughter as she
takes a few steps towards the sink and washes her hands, fixing her bangs in
the mirror.
Yoongi can feel the flames lightening in her chest as she watches Hoseok
nonchalantly wash her hands for way too long, she is angry because that
statement was not true at all and Yoongi has probably gotten more action in a
month that Hoseok does in a whole year.
Yoongi is angry because her fingers throb with hot desire when the younger
woman presses his hips to the counter of the sink and her skirt rides up on the
backside, she can see the higher part of Hoseok’s thighs and her fingers ache
with need.
One, two, three steps are the distance that Yoongi closes between them, placing
her hands by each side of Hoseok’s hips and pressing her front to the other’
back; one hand reaching out to tap the sink shut.
“Since you’re so good with your own fingers, I suppose you should be the judge
of mine.”
Yoongi’s lips brush against the shell of Hoseok’s ear as he speaks; strands of
soft hair sticking to her right cheek. The corner of her lips curls up in a
loop-sided smirk as Hoseok catches her gaze through the mirror and bites down
on her own pair of lips; choosing not to say anything.
Yoongi takes that as an invitation and slips her right hand off of the counter
only to take a hold of Hoseok’s hip and pull her closer while her left hand
finds purchase in the gap between the younger’s thighs; fingers tips running
over soft, sensitive skin slowly- purposely teasing.
Hoseok’s eyes fall down and almost flutter shut but Yoongi is having none of
that- Hoseok must be watching herself, judging Yoongi’s fingers.
The hand previously positioned on Hoseok’s hip now is up and holding tightly
onto the younger girl’s ponytail- pulling on it to keep it in place as she
whispers, “you are going to watch yourself getting fucked by my weak fingers,
understood? If you won’t, how will you be able to tell if I’m good on not?”
Hoseok purses her lips together and nods her hair; gaze wavering as he looks up
once again.
Yoongi chuckles and shakes her head at how weak the other actually was behind
her tough act.
Licking her bottom lip, Yoongi’s fingers finally press to the front of Hoseok’s
panties and she looks up with a quirked eyebrow when she feels a wet patch
already formed.
“Were you this wet for a long time now?” Yoongi asks and her smile widens, she
wastes no time on teasing when she realizes she doesn’t has any and pushes her
down the front of the younger’s panties- they were pink as well, matching her
skirt.
The pads of her fingers are rough from holding heavy bowling balls but Hoseok
clearly took a liking to them as her lips part with a poorly muffled moan-
thighs squeezing and weakly shaking when Yoongi’s blunt fingers press to the
hard nub in his front; moving swiftly, skillfully back and forth.
Hoseok’s hands soon give in and she places her elbows to the counter to prop
herself up; skirt riding even upper than before and revealing her backside
along with the damp spots on her panties and a single wet trail that escaped
from the side of the lace-framed fabric.
Yoongi’s throat is dry when she swallows and tries to ignore the almost painful
throbbing between her own thighs, concentrating on pushing her fingers knuckle
deep into Hoseok’s entrance as her second hand works on pushing her underwear
down to her mid-thighs.
Hoseok’s hips move quickly- rolling back and forth on Yoongi’s fingers,
movements often stuttering when Yoongi presses her fingers to her spot and
moans muffled by the hand she presses to her lips.
Fingers soaking wet, Yoongi wishes she could take her time and finger Hoseok
for longer- less rushed and less quick; she really wanted to watch Hoseok
suffer and hear Hoseok beg.
Maybe in their next competition.
Yoongi leans over Hoseok and presses kisses behind her neck, teeth grazing
softly down her neck and humming in amusement when the younger shivers below
her.
The slick sounds coming from Hoseok’s wetness mixed with broken strings of
moans cause Hoseok to drive herself beyond the edge; Yoongi isn’t doing
anything but thrusting her fingers as deep as she can into the other, it was
Hoseok who pushed against her and rutted her hips down on her.
Taking her lip between her teeth, Yoongi chuckles to herself when she pulls her
hand away from the warmth see her fingers soaking wet; a single trail of white
traveling down the index finger.
“Well,” Yoongi mimics the way Hoseok talked to her earlier and hums as she
leans closer to the younger once again, “maybe you are the weak one.”
Yoongi sucks her fingers into her lips and smiles at Hoseok when their gazes
cross through the mirror, pulling them out just as quickly with a pop and
smiling even wider.
She pats softly on Hoseok’s behind before turning to leave and go back to
finish what she really started, “maybe you could show me what your mouth can do
other than moan my name when I win.” Yoongi calls out as she opens the door and
walks out, leaving Hoseok to look at the mirror once again and realize she
already lost.
***** The Taste of Victory. *****
Chapter Summary
     Yoongi gets what she asked for.
Chapter Notes
     okay so like 3 of my friends asked for a second part and i thought
     hell yeah why not so here it is
     i dont know why i involve kim seokjin in everything all i know is
     that i must have him interupt yoongi
     i wrote this for 3 hours starting midnight so it probably gets
     gradually bad but--- i'll let you be the judge of that yeah
     ENJOY AND THANK YOU FOR READING. ♥
Namjoon is staring at the empty spot on the shelf, the one empty spot that is
surrounded by medals, pictures and small trophies- a spot that was reserved for
the big trophy, “The Trophy”.
“So, how can you – our ace, Jung Hoseok – explain to me why we lost?” Namjoon’s
voice is cold, distant when she turns to Hoseok.
And how can Hoseok even begin to explain? Sure, Yoongi is more than a reason as
it is but that’s as far as Hoseok could get- she was not going to tell about
Yoongi having her fingers in places they shouldn’t have gotten to and Hoseok
can’t even explain why they were there in first place; she’s not sure of the
answer to that herself.
“I- uh, I wasn’t very…I didn’t feel well, yeah.” Hoseok mumbles and hangs her
head.
“Are you fucking with me?” Namjoon scoffs and rolls her eyes, “or were you
fucking with someone else in that restroom?” She smirks and Hoseok’s eyes are
wider than they’ve ever been as she looks up at Namjoon instantly; her cheeks
slowly turning red.
Did she know of what happened? Had Yoongi went around telling everyone about
the incident like Namjoon said she would do if such a thing happened? More
importantly, had Hoseok blown her cover?
With Namjoon being a lesbian herself, she could probably sense the closet
Hoseok was hiding in.
“No, not at all. Why would I fuck someone from the other team- we’re rivals,
right?” Hoseok tries to look straight into Namjoon’s eyes without wavering,
keeping her lips pursed.
The younger’s eyebrow quirks as she speaks, “I didn’t say it was a girl from
the other team.”
“Well! Then you just proved my point. I did not fuck or get fucked by anyone.”
Hoseok nods her head once to indicate that this argument is done- not matter
how stupid her reasoning sounded.
Namjoon stares at her for a while before shrugging a shoulder and looking away
with a sigh.
“Okay, then if you were planning to fuck someone in the near future- you are
not going to. Intensive practice starts this weekend, we can’t afford to lose
again.” Namjoon was serious, for a change. She is usually confident about her
skills and how she used to win all the games against Yoongi in elementary
school- but it was different now.
Yoongi was unbeatable.
“Yeah...I’m gonna need some extra practice.” Hoseok says and tries to sound
sad; the only reason they lost was because she simply didn’t want them to, she
lost on purpose.
There was something about the way Yoongi’s eyes widened in surprise when she
saw the score on the screen and the billions of stars exploding in the night of
her dark eyes, brightening her whole face as she jumped from her seat with a
call of victory; hands too short to wrap themselves around each member of her
team.
Hoseok may have lost the game, but she won something else.
“As a punishment,” Namjoon interrupts her thoughts, “I want you to get into
their school and spy a little, it’s closed by now and Yoongi probably ran home
as soon as the bell rang.”
Namjoon leaves no place for disagreements and this is probably the least
appropriate time, but Hoseok feels jealousy stirring in her chest- wishing she
knew a bit more about Min Yoongi.
“Right now?” She asks, distracting herself from her emotions.
“You got it.” Namjoon smiles reassuringly and pats her shoulder before pushing
Hoseok weakly towards the door.
 
When a knock breaks Yoongi’s train of thought, she groans in distress and leans
back into her leather chair- it was probably someone from the school staff
sensing her presence in the room and coming over to politely tell her to take
her ass home, school was over a long time ago and she shouldn’t be sitting
there now, it couldn’t be anyone else considering none of the team members had
the decency in them to knock on the door (Yoongi recalls a time Taehyung almost
broke it, almost).
“Come in.” Yoongi calls out as she props her elbows back on their spot on top
of her desk, eyes trained in front of her as she creates a familiar beat using
her pencil to hit the table.
Long, brown hair appears in her sight and the dyed color can only belong to the
person whom Yoongi spent more than enough time to study the waves and curls of
it. The red of her skirt belongs to a very certain school and the sun-kissed
skin finalizes any suspicion Yoongi might have had.
“It’s a surprise to see you here considering you don’t even go to this school.”
She says without looking up from her sheets.
Hoseok laughs and its melody doesn’t fit the loudness of her usual laugh- she
would throw her head back and laugh as obnoxiously as she can when she’s with
her friends from the team, but this time it is soft and quiet; a chine Yoongi
haven’t heard before.
“Yeah...I’m surprised I was let in here in first place. I didn’t know you would
be here at this time.” Hoseok says and Yoongi can hear her pacing slowly around
the room.
“Just doing some work.” Yoongi explains and lets her pencil roll towards the
edge of her desk as she loosens her hold on it and leans back once again to
finally look at the younger woman, “why? Did you come here in hopes to still my
trophy?”
Hoseok smiles without answering and Yoongi takes the time of the silence to
study her looks; the top two buttons of her blouse are undone and her red tie
is loose around the collar, her hair falls around her shoulders in a river of
soft waves- finally resting after a day of walking around tied up in a
ponytail, Yoongi assumes.
“You could say I was close to that,” Hoseok speaks up as she places her jacket
on the back of one of the chair in front of Yoongi’s desk and places her bag on
the seat, ignoring the second seat and walking all the way around it to lean
against the front edge of the desk, right in front of Yoongi.
“Namjoon sent me on a mission- I’m supposed to spy around for my team. She
didn’t even give me information about what I’m supposed to find, so I don’t
think there’s a point to being here- unless you are willing to share a few
secrets with me, unnie.”
Hoseok’s heart-shaped lips smile as she tucks a wave behind her ear and Yoongi
is drowning because she never thought of the younger referring to her as her
‘unnie’ and she does her best to be subtle as she crosses one leg over the
other, clearing her throat.
“The only secret you’re getting out of me is this,” Yoongi takes her notebook
into her hands, “I was writing some lyrics and they’re not our team’s anthem.”
“I don’t think this is a very useful secret for Namjoon,” Hoseok laughs and
takes the notebook into her hands, “we could blackmail you with it but it
doesn’t count if you’re writing so well.” Her eyes follow each word Yoongi
wrote and each one that is crossed; her hand-writing is messy just like her
cherry red hair but together it makes a work of art, just like Yoongi herself.
Yoongi scoffs and snatches the notebook from Hoseok’s hands, closing it before
she places it on the table again gently, “so I suppose your time here is done?”
“I suppose so as well, but…” The younger sighs and lets her fingers fumble with
the hem of her skirt, “is the trophy worth as much as your prize from me?”
It takes a while for Yoongi to catch on, Hoseok’s cheeks are flushed with
embarrassment and Yoongi can only smirk when she remembers what it is that she
asked Hoseok to do in case she wins.
 
Hoseok is quick and her hands are quicker as they work on the annoying buttons
of Yoongi’s annoying school shirt, she opts on leaving only the few at the top
open and eagerly presses her lips against the skin of Yoongi’s neck- her teeth
grazing and tongue lapping at random spots as Hoseok tries to take as much as
she can from what she’s given.
Yoongi’s skin is smooth and it bruises so easily that Hoseok could spend the
rest of her day creating a map of pink and red and blue along it, but Yoongi’s
picked up breathing and soft moans that leave her lips as she rolls her head
sideways create more place in Hoseok for eagerness.
The thought that they still are on school property and that the principle
himself could enter the room at any given time alerts Yoongi and as much of a
big lesbian she is, she doesn’t want to get caught in the act- especially not
with a girl from another school that wasn’t allowed there.
“Hey, I love how dedicated you are to fixing hickies on my neck but we don’t
really have much time.” Yoongi’s low voice is breathy as she speaks and Hoseok
curses under her breath at the realization and nods her head, thanking heavens
that she chose to wear knee-high socks to school that day as she sinks down to
prop herself on the cold floor.
As Yoongi’s hips hang in the air slightly while Hoseok pushes her gray skirt up
and black panties down, another realization hits Hoseok and she suddenly
remembers that she’s actually never done this before- never got close to it
even.
Yoongi’s eyes are glazed over as she bites down on the tip of her thumb and
glances warily towards the door before looking back down at Hoseok; hips
instinctively rolling forward.
Hoseok tries to calm herself down with slow breaths and places her warm palms
on the older’s knees to push her thighs apart, thinking of how much Yoongi was
going to regret this once it was over because she probably had a ton a better
experiences than Hoseok and her lousy skills.
 
Yoongi watches Hoseok as she hesitatingly presses her lips to the inside of
Yoongi’s thigh, her eyes constantly blinking as if she’s not sure where to put
them and Yoongi holds herself back from laughing as she understands that doing
this isn’t really Hoseok’s thing.
Her shoulders fall with a sigh and she parts her legs further as Hoseok slowly
trails upwards, trying not to leave a spot unkissed and finally pressing her
lips to the junction between Yoongi’s thigh to her crotch in the most teasing
way possible, glancing up at Yoongi with a spark of the familiar playfulness in
her eyes as she sucks and bites into that spot as well.
The rumble of the door lock breaks the daze between the two and Yoongi holds
Hoseok’s shoulder to push her further under the table as she rolls her chair
forward and tries to look as concentrated at writing as possible; hoping her
rosy cheeks and undone shirt won’t give her away.
“Oh, you’re still here,” Seokjin’s voice brings a wave of somewhat relieve to
her and she finally lets go of Hoseok’s shoulder, “I thought you’d be home by
now. It’s been, like, an hour since school was over.” Seokjin keeps on going as
she closes the door behind her and frowns at the temperature of the room, “why
is it so cold in here?”
Her eyebrows furrow when she finally looks up at Yoongi, “you
look…underdressed?”
Yoongi scoffs and rubs her eyes with a laugh, “more like undressed. Finally got
that freshman girl to come over here with me.”
Seokjin brings her finger to her mouth to express how grossed out she is, not
very lady-like as she portrayed herself to be.
“Stop fucking girls in the office, Taehyung’s dad did not spend money on this.”
Seokjin walks around with a scowl and looks through every drawer in her sight.
“What are you doing here, anyway?” Yoongi asks and jumps slightly in her seat
when she feels a warm breath against her, taking her pencil into her hand and
chewing on the tip of it to hold back any noises. Hoseok’s mouth is more out of
control than ever as her tongue finds its path along Yoongi’s front, her thighs
nudging Hoseok’s shoulders to try and get her to spot; but she was having none
of that.
“Can’t find something, figured it’s here.” Seokjin sighs as she stares at all
the drawers she looked through before pushing them back to their places,
“writing your lyrics?”
“You know me, I get a sense of inspiration and I can’t let it go.” Yoongi
sighs- Seokjin would think it’s from frustration but in reality it is because
Hoseok is flicking her tongue at the nub of Yoongi’s front; it’s messy and
uncoordinated and Yoongi’s mind is filled with filthy words instead of poems.
“Maybe Taehyung has your…thing.” Yoongi is doing her best to get Seokjin to
leave without being too rude out of the blue; she definitely didn’t plan on
coming with her friend a few steps away from her.
“Damn, why didn’t I think of it earlier?” Seokjin groans at herself as she
turns and walks towards Yoongi’s desk, causing her to lean forward as quickly
as possible in order to create the best coverage she can for the girl between
her thighs; incidentally pressing herself closer to Hoseok that she wanted at
that very moment.
“Are you writing about the freshman?” Seokjin asks with a smirk and tries to
catch few words with her eyes. Yoongi fakes a laugh and hides her papers with
her free hand, “I’m writing about how I want you to leave.”
Seokjin fakes a pout before opening her mouth to speak up but her eyes catch
the sight of a jacket that didn’t belong to their school’s uniform and a bag
none of the team members own.
She doesn’t say anything because she knows where the jacket belong and she
knows that the person who owns it is here, taking the place of the freshman.
“Thank you for helping me out, good friend of mine, but I will go to Taehyung
now as you advised- she probably has it.” Seokjin says as she backs away from
the desk towards the door; Yoongi probably wasn’t even listening to her, but
she doesn’t want to bother her and whatever it is she was doing.
“Doesn’t she always?” Yoongi says in return and musters up a smile as she waves
her free hand until the door finally clicks shut.
 
Yoongi’s free hand is now tangled in Hoseok’s hair while her second hand is
still clutching her pencil tightly- Hoseok’s hand holds up the underside of
Yoongi’s thigh as her tongue is delving in and out of the older’s heat while
working her thumb on the nub at the top; Yoongi’s hair is a mess against the
back of the chair as she lolls her head back and keeps her lips parted with a
string of moans.
“Fuck,” Yoongi whines out, “are you sure this is your first time?” She asks and
Hoseok only pulls away to answer when she has two of her fingers inside Yoongi
again.
She licks her lips with a smirk and causes Yoongi’s thighs to tense at the
action, “I’m following your lead here. How would I know what you wanted me to
do if you didn’t whimper and told me to, “Hoseok, do it faster, please”- right,
unnie?” Hoseok dares to mimic Yoongi’s voice but she uses honorifics again and
it makes Yoongi’s knees weaker than they already are.
She tugs on Hoseok’s hair with a glare and Hoseok obliges by moving forward
again, her eyes now shut as she works three fingers inside Yoongi; brushing
against her spot over and over again, and Yoongi drops her pencil to the floor
before reaching to grab her seat, her hips are needy as they roll against
Hoseok’s fingers to the point the younger has to move her hand from Yoongi’s
thigh to hold her hip in place; Yoongi is biting back another whimper.
Hoseok is chuckling and sending vibrations against Yoongi’s skin- and it’s the
most annoying thing she could do but Yoongi doesn’t have the strength to tell
Hoseok to stop or even begin to think of a way to get her back later. Hoseok’s
tongue is inexperienced and amazing while her fingers seem to know what they’re
doing and they are long and sinful and know where to touch and how to bend.
Yoongi’s thighs are shaking and she will deny for as long as she can that what
drove her to come wasn’t Hoseok pressing her rough fingers to her spot nor her
tongue flicking but it was the absolutely wanton gaze she shot Yoongi when she
looked up at her from her spot.
 
Yoongi’s porcelain colored skin is bright with pink blotches on her cheeks and
neck and her lashes illuminate shadows below her closed eyes, bruised from too
much biting lips parted as he catches her breath and fingers absentmindedly
playing with the hem of Hoseok’s skirt.
“Seokjin totally knows.”
“Totally.”
“Don’t tell Namjoon.”
“It’s our secret.”
Yoongi scoffs and opens her eyes, “It’s not a secret if Seokjin knows.”
Hoseok frowns and pokes her bottom lip out, “it is if Namjoon doesn’t!”
“Fine.” Yoongi rolls her eyes and pulls Hoseok closer by her hold on the back
of her neck, softly pressing their lips together once again and tilting her
head sideways.
Hoseok still tastes like fruit flavored gum but Yoongi can make out a different
taste on her tongue and from all the times she found that taste on other girls’
tongues- it feels like it found home on Hoseok’s own and it is odd to feel
possessive about this but she senses the closet Hoseok is hiding in when she
hesitates to kiss her back and Yoongi hopes that the home Hoseok finds in
Yoongi as well is good enough for her to leave the closet behind.
And Hoseok figures out that losing in bowling is worth every star in Yoongi’s
eyes and that smile on Yoongi’s lips when they break the kiss would shine
brighter than any ray of sun that hits the fake golden color of those worthless
trophies.
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