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[Hoseok's POV]

                          
I let out a sigh as I lean my back against the door. I glance back down at my Snapchat that was still opened on my phone.

                          
"Sugar," I say while I uncontrollably smile.

                          
"Who are you talking to?" Namjoon peeks his head around the corner, looking at me. A corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk.

                          
I abruptly lift my head. "N-No one," I deny, shaking my head.

                          
"Sure," he hummed, walking towards me. He leans his back against the door next to me. "C'mon, who is it?" He tries to peek at my screen.

                          
I lock my phone. "I said no one!" I repeat. 

                          
His eyes widen as he leans away from my sudden outburst, which rarely ever happens. He glanced at my phone then back up at me. The corners of his eyes were crinkled his smile was so wide.

                          
"I see what's happening here, you like someone, don't you?" He folds his arms with confidence.

                          
"W-What?!" I squeak, keeping my eyes on the floor. After a moment I peer back up to see his jaw dropped.

                          
He sets his large hands on my shoulders. His eyes gleamed in the light.

                          
"You do like someone!" He cheers, jumping up and down.

                          
I shake my head in denial. "What are you talking about! It's just a student I have," I mutter, turning my head away from him.

                          
"You're such a terrible-ass liar. The only time you burst out in denial is when you're clearly lying." He brings his face in front of mine. "It's that Suga guy isn't it?" His eyes narrowed on mine.

                          
Wow, I really am a terrible liar. But Namjoon is like the modern Einstein, so there isn't really much that can get past him without an in-depth study.

                          
I feel my cheeks rush with heat. "His name is Yoongi, Namjoon," I scoff, trying to not make my blushed cheeks noticeable.

                          
He lets out an inhuman squeal that I didn't even know existed on the planet. "I knew you didn't only think he was attractive!

                          
"A student you have that you are in love with," he giggles. For some reason, he always gets so giddy over love, but then there's always a logical, depressing statement that follows where he says about how the love will tragically end.

                          
He scratches his forehead. "This whole situation sounds like a tragic love story."

                          
Great, here we go.