First of all, for I wanted to say sorry since I'm converting this long ass oneshot into a short book of SOPE in five chapters.

You can see the announcement given below whom I devoted this. So yeah! Sorry about this all my pumpkins who are reading this.

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["This oneshot is dedicated to one of my cutest and hardworking pumpkin SopeTownRoad

Hope you'll like it. Sorry this is my first time writing something like this. So yeah! Do read and comment a lot so I can see how much you love this part."]

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PART 1

Was he a jealous type?

Yoongi asked himself this question every time he sees his shadow in the mirror.

The black silhouette, his shadow self always answers him back with gritted teeth that, yes he is one! He is one of those people who constantly get doubts about themselves and their partners or their best friends.

When he was in the third year of his college he always has his eyes on the perfect one person with who he wanted to spend his life. The one with the most flawless smile and skin that can make his life a living heaven.

Who has a heart-shaped smile, that attracts everyone around them like a freaking magnet. The tall boy, who is so attractive while dancing to his favorite song that every single person in the college dies over him.

The way he moves his hands and legs to hit every single beat with his body, the way he can just do the hardest steps in seconds like he is the god of dancing made Yoongi feel mixed emotions at once.

Not only Yoongi but the other girls too in the college.

Girls were head-on heals for the boy who has a perfect caramel-colored body with defined abs whenever he pulls his shirt up on sexiest dance steps, who has perfect long hands with long light greenish bulging veins embellishing his inner masculinity.

It wasn't unnoticed by anyone in the college that sexy looking boy has a helping nature too.

He is an altruistic lad, always helping and encouraging other people and students around him. Sharing his lunch and homework with his friends, has the best in everything, no matter what it was. . .study, dancing, singing and even giving that seducing smile to people.

He wasn't anyone. He was the most handsome boy and all-time heartthrob of the Achieving High college.

He was Jung Hoseok.

And now, the only friend of Min Yoongi.

Their friendship starts some months ago, under the sunny sky and windy atmosphere. They first met when the dancer was playing his favorite game; football with his team members. As the caption of the first-year team, he has many programs to perform which comes with different responsibilities.

And here comes the girls who always run behind the alphas of the school. Before he tried to go to change his uniform after playing so hard that every muscle of his body was in pain, girls made a small circle around him to give the boy water bottles and stuff.

His members continuously tease him for the act that he just performed now by taking the bottle from a girl and pouring it whole at himself on the ground, in front of every teenager of the college.

People gasped at how each drop of tainted water goes untrained when it slides on the perfect body of Jung Hoseok.

It was an oh-so-pleasing scenery, the way he looks up at the sky feeling the cold water burn his hot torso as he moans in satisfaction like never before.

He still wanted to show off his skills so why not give them an accurate exhibition of his curvaceous body. In seconds the top was taken off by him and all left was the lusciousness and hitches of the people all around the ground.

With a pure smile, like an innocent child, he left everyone there with their mouth hanging open.

Which consists of Yoongi too.

The small bean was way too shocked about what just happened in front of his poor virgin eyes. Think of it as an extremely weird dream, he rubbed his eyes, believing that maybe when he opened his cat eyes, God will be gone from his line of sight.

But before he can open his eyes, someone already entered his life by saying, "Hey, sorry but that's my seat." And when those orbs opened, "Would you mind if I sit here, I mean we both can sit together. There's nothing wrong."

The Jung Hoseok himself was standing in front of him. Now he thinks what is the difference between the sun and the person who just asked him to sit together with him?

Nothing, right?

Good! He too thinks it's nothing. Because the boy is total sunshine and rainbows, maybe unicorns too with glittery shiny lights. 

Why is he glowing so much, mother of God!

Well, all that day Yoongi battled in his mind, speaking and questioning every sanity and book that is it possible to have this person as your friend.

If yes, then he will try and make him his only friend.

Feels like what occurred nine months ago was happened yesterday. Time runs fast. And now they were friends or can say, roommates.

It was not long when one day Hoseok came from practice and knocked on their room door where Yoongi was writing some article for his new project that has to be done by today. In spite of being so immersed in his work, he flinched when a cheerful voice entered his ear canals.

"Hi Hyungie."

"Mmhh. . . Hi. You're back from the practice?" With a timid smile, the third year boy questioned the other to which he responded with a bright smile.

"Yes. I'm back. Sorry for the disturbance. But what exactly are you doing?" He inquired, curiosity dripping all over the sentence as his eyes spark with interest when they roam all around the laptop and the papers.

The first thing that Yoongi noticed was the exact sight that he has seen some months ago in the playground.

And there he goes, looking at himself that if he is sitting in a good position or not. Is this the right posture to sit in front of your crush? Is it? Are my legs looking fine? Wait, I was sleeping minutes ago, I'm not drooling, right?

Typical Yoongi thinking.

Sigh!

He feels a light tap on his shoulders, that made him come back to the present. "Hyungggiee. Why are you always spacing out? Are you okay? I told you many times, share your worries with me. I'm not a small boy now." A pink pout settles on his lips.

He knows what it does to the other.

"N—Nothing. Just essay. No, I mean article. I'm writing an article. I need to do it today. . . by myself." Yoongi stammers in between his words, but that's all this boy's effect.

Nothing is his fault.

"You're really hardworking, Hyungie. I always find you struggling in college matters, no matter what time or circumstances is." The younger smiled, feeling so proud and happy that how much the other is working hard.

But he doesn't know that it is one of Yoongi's strategies to think less 'bout Hoseok.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower. You carry on." With that, he takes his leave, and here when the bathroom door closed shut, Yoongi takes a deep breath in relief and disappointment, both.

He does crave all attention of his Hobi but, the younger being the most popular person, he has to do loads and loads of work.

After what feels like an eternity, the younger comes back by saying a quiet word, 'Hyungie' to the other.

Holy mother of God!

His orbs get way too enlarged when he saw Hobi in wet long hairs that were messily combined and made a small bun upon his head, looking so gorgeous in that white towel just below the freaking waistline.

It made him gulp like never before since this is one of those times that never happened in history. It was always Hoseok waking Yoongi up in the morning after he did everything from brushing his teeth to making breakfast for the sleeping Yoongi and himself.

He always has practice before college starts, so he is also the one who sees the adorable pouty Yoongi who doesn't look like a 23-year-old boy.

Being a heavy sleeper Yoongi never realized how he loves to hug the other in his sleep. But as a lovely roommate hobi was, he let him do it.

"Huh, what happened now?" Elder asked with genuine curiosity.

"Uhh, I want to dry my hair, but. . . can you do that for me? I will bring my hairdryer. You know I'm really feeling so cold and need some hot, hot air." Hoseok smile sheepishly, thinking about how childish this sounds.

It was the scene when Yoongi saw the other was coming towards him with a yellow hairdryer in his hand.

Is he breathing? No! He needs to breathe.

Breathe! Breathe Yoongi lightly! Yes. Cool down. Cool cool cool cool.

The other didn't let him answer and without thinking anything, he brings two glasses of orange juice and sits just in between the elder's thighs, with his legs crossed on the ground.

Yoongi spread his legs, obviously for him to give him space. His cheeks shaded with pink dust as the bare wet shoulders of younger ones touched the sensitive skin of his thighs. He lightly shivered from the touch and coldness.

He was happy that hobi was not facing him or he can see how the other is blushing with all pink shades.

Hoseok then handed Yoongi the juice glass and the dryer while taking the tv remote that was placed just above the table. He opened the packet of chips and started to eat it without any worry because he does know that his Yoongi Hyungie can never say no to him.

As the dryer started with a sound, a small 'thank you' was delivered from Yoongi to Hoseok for bringing him juice. He started untangling the wet hairs with his left hand and from the right, he began to dry his hairs.

They were as smooth as silk. So soft.

As the water evaporates, the fluffiness came to view. Yoongi bites back a smile when his hobi whined when his favorite character on the tv was trying to backflip, but failed and got a scratch on his knees. The dancer slurps the juice with an audibly loud sound, making the other smile again at the cute act.

Yoongi can't help but ask, "Why are you drying them with heat. This will damage your hair. You know how heat works on soft hairs. What's the hurry, hm?" As if he was also thirsty, so he drinks the whole juice in one go.

He was about to set the glass on the table, but fate was trying to do something new. "Oh yes, I was about to tell you. I have a date with a boy—  HYUNG!!"

All left after that was a scream when he saw the glass in Yoongi's hand break into pieces by how much pressure was giving to it by him.

There was dark red, still shedding blood all over younger's tattooed shoulder. Every single nerve in his body was twisting and turning at the view but there's not a single flicker of pain present in the other's face. He was just spacing out as always.

It creeps younger out but when an image of pouty Yoongi asking for his favorite tangerine shaped in front of his eyes, he came out of his vision making every single bone of his body move for dressing other.

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