Yoongi's POV

I lean against the side of the building waiting for Jimin in front of class when I catch him awkwardly limping towards me. Worry takes over me as every probability of why he was limping ran through my brain. I recognized the emotion was evidently showing when a modest blush on his cheeks greets me. He murmurs, "It's too awkward to tell out loud."

I go to interrogate him when it slaps me across the face, he has a boyfriend. I noted this when I met him on my first day here. They unquestionably had sex last night. I suppose I let myself think otherwise for my own comfort. I got this feeling in the pit of my stomach which I couldn't name but rejected at once.

He strode past me, tugging me by my sleeve as he continued walking. His hand sent shivers up my spine. Butterflies fluttered in my belly, swamping out the unwelcome feeling. I noticed he was yanking me to the seat beside the one he regularly sits at in class. The feeling intensified when he plunked into the chair next to mine.

Aish, how am I expected to concentrate now?

We still had ten minutes before class so we struck up a debate on who was clumsiest. We bickered back and forth, recounting records of when we were clumsy. It resulted in a draw due to the professor making an entrance.

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"I still consider myself the clumsiest," Jimin argues right as we step out the exit.

"Whatever you say, baby boy," I tell him, a smirk evident on my lips.

Unbeknownst to him, his delicate features distracted me the entire period. I was merely getting payback. Don't mention any of this to him but he possesses a jawline sharper than a diamond.

"Quit talking l-like that!"

"What do you mean? I don't know what you're going on about."

Peering at him through my peripheral vision, I noted how red he was. I didn't conceal the giggle that threatened to spill from my lips. God, even when flustered he looks adorable. Why can't he be mine?

"Don't laugh at me, Hyung!"

"It's not my fault you look adorable when you blush," I rebutted.

Jimin's POV

I sneered at him. Who does he think he is? My daddy? Oh god, I practically went into Little Space because he called me 'baby boy'. This it not okay.

"I hope you know I have a boyfriend," I say.

"Yeah, I know," he replies with an edge to his voice.

Woah! Was he perhaps jealous? I snickered to myself. So he does return my feelings.

Wait what?  Oh no. I definitely am not crushing on this dude! I love Hoseok and I'd never trade him for anyone else in the world! Well, if I had to choose between him and Mr. Rainbow I'd definitely choose Mr. Rainbow. He's been there for me since day one and he'd never betray me. 

Anyway, I hope I don't accidentally do something stupid. I still can't believe I was dumb enough to think that Hoseok would like being called 'daddy'. God, that was so embarrassing. I'm just glad I hadn't ruined the mood. Blue balls would have been the death of me.

"Hey, Jiminie, you okay?" I look up from the floor only to come face to face with him.

"Gah! Too close!" I yell, instantly pushing him away.

"Jesus, you pack on more strength than you let on," he says while rubbing his chest where I pushed him.

"Oi, speaking of boyfriend, where is he?"

"He messaged me earlier telling me to go home without him. He didn't explain why either."

Hearing this, a pensitive look crosses his features. Before I know it, I'm being pulled toward the parking lot and into his car.

"W-Where are we going, Yoongi-hyung?" I ask once we leave the university parking lot.

"Build-a-Bear Workshop. Don't ask questions."

"O-Okay."

The rest of the ride is silent, save for the rock music quietly playing in the background. To be completely honest, I'm terrified. I know myself well enough to know I won't be able to hold back. Dear lord, or whatever deity is out there, please spare my soul and save me from this soon-to-come embarrassment.

We make it to the store in under ten minutes. I'm still sweating nervously but it goes unnoticed by Yoongi. We walk into the store side by side. I keep my head down to avoid looking at all the stuffies surrounding us. 

Oh god, oh god, oh god, I chant in my head.

"Let's go look around at their stu-," he coughs and looks away, "Bears. Let's go look at their bears."

Was he about to say "stuffies"?, I think hopefully.

I nod and lift my head up. Huge mistake.

A/N: Sort of a filler chapter but I'm having a bit of writer's block unfortunately. ://