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        "Am I?" Hoseok smiled his infamous smile, tearing his eyes from the artwork to look at Yoongi.

Though, Hoseok thought there wasn't much of a difference.

"Yep," Yoongi grinned back, chuckling and shaking his head to try and rid himself of the cheesiness and embarrassment. "Sorry, I made this awkward."

"You sure are a flirt," The taller laughed, moving forwards to have a closer look at the painting. He didn't want to risk smudging it so he didn't dare place a finger on it, though he very much wanted to. "Is it finished?"

"Nope, not yet. I'll hit you up again when it is, though." Yoongi quickly waddled out of the room and into the bathroom, running his hand under the sink to try and rid of the black stains on his hands.

The two exchanged phone numbers,(after realising that they needed a way of keeping in contact) Hoseok went back to the bookstore and Yoongi stayed.

Yoongi and Hoseok didn't see each other for at least a few weeks. They texted, but both were caught up in painting, dancing and work that neither could pull an extra hour. It sucked, even though they had things to distract themselves, they couldn't get each other off their minds.

Hoseok was worse than Yoongi. Being at the same two places all the time was driving him crazy, so he decided he was going to go out for a walk. The scenery of Korea always seemed to fascinate him, the way the streets were always busy and the fact that he had the bravery to spark conversations with strangers meant he was never bored.

While walking up the street, when he was about to round a corner, he heard a very familiar voice speak some very familiar words.

"You really are a work of art, Jungkook."

Yoongi. Yoongi.

Yoongi.

Hoseok knew it wasn't his place to be upset or jealous. But he was. He didn't run in and punch Jungkook in the face, that would be stupid. All he did was stride across the street, letting his jealous hang over his head like a cloud, letting the sadness pour like rain from the said cloud, and pick up his pace until he was running.

Everything felt off. He thought that Yoongi was being nice to him when he was called a work of art, but he had come to realise is was something he told to everyone. There was always a possibility Yoongi was a cheat, that Yoongi was in a relationship with this Jungkook and was holding hands and flirting with Hoseok.

Of course, it wasn't wrong to call people works of art. It just felt like a compliment that was between Yoongi and Hoseok.

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