My friend and I have been listening to this song literally since it was published... so yeah. I'm pretty sure some teachers were fed up. Well 🖕 you teachers. Can't keep me away from these beauties...

Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok,, Suga (bias lol) and Jimin doh... not to mention Rap Monster. But seriously. Taehyung and Jhope need to stalp... I'm already conflicted with Jungkook, Jimin, and Suga, but now these two? No, no, stalp!

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"Wait. Your girlfriend is a little?" Yoongi's friend asked as you sat, coloring calmly. Your little clad feet were kicking up and down as you listened to Kumamon.

      "Mhm," Yoongi nodded, eyes focusing on you.

      Your pencil froze, tears welling in your eyes, a pout forming around the pacifier.

      You had colored outside the line. And it was so pretty. Oppa would've been so proud. A few sniffled escaped before a wail sounded in the back of your throat.

     "Omo... what's wrong?" Seokjin asked, horrified as you bawled, sitting up and hugging your knees to your chest, staring at the picture in hatred.

     "(Y/n)," Yoongi whistled. Your head turned, tears running down your cheeks and landing on your white leggings.

     "What's wrong?" He asked, patting his knee. You took out your pacifier, letting it hang around your neck as you plopped onto your Oppa's knee.

    "I- it - it's ruined!" You wailed, pointing at the coloring page. The line was barely noticiable, but it still made you unhappy.

     "It's not ruined," Namjoon said, staring dumbly at the picture. Narrowing your eyes, you climbed off of Yoongi and grabbed the coloring book, shoving it into Namjoon's face. "See! It's ruined!"

     "Calm down, (Y/n)," Yoongi grabbed you by the waist, forcing you into his arms. Right then you snapped, mind clearing.

    "I'm sorry, oppa," you wailed, dropping the book and tucking your head into his chest.

    "Hush... I'm not mad," he wiped under your eyes with his thumb. "Just don't get mad at our guests, alright?"

     "I'm sorry," you looked down, fiddling with your thumbs. "It's just... I colored outside the line," sniffle, "the picture was gonna be so pretty."

      "Your name is (Y/n), correct?" Seokjin asked, giving a wary smile.

     "Mhm... Yoongi-oppa said it's a pretty name!" You said brightly, smiling back. "He's really nice!"

     "Do you like Yoongi-hyung?" Namjoon asked. You gave him a confused frown.

     "Who is Yoongi-hyung? No, no. It's Yoongi-oppa," you tilt your head, giving the elder a big hug as you stared at the couple.

     "Wait. Let me retry," Namjoon chuckled. "Do you like Yoongi---oppa?"

     "I like Yoongi-oppa!" You beamed. "He's so nice and handsome."

     "Does Yoongi-oppa like you too?" Seokjin bat his eyes, smirking.

      "I don't know," you frowned slightly, looking up at Yoongi with wide eyes. "Does Yoongi-oppa like me?"

    "Of course," Yoongi smiled, grabbing your chin and placed a dorky, messy kiss on your pout.

     "Ewie!" You laughed, pushing his face away. "That was a bad kissy!"

     "That was such a Namjoon kiss," Seokjin laughed his window-cleaning laugh. Namjoon blinked for a long moment before processing it through that big brain of his.

      "Ya! What's that supposed to mean!?"