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"Care to explain why you've stalked me?" Yoongi asked, an eyebrow raised as he kept eye contact with the younger. He'd just noticed a notification on his screen, seeing that @jhoseok liked his photo from several months ago.
                          
Hoseok shrugged, "I was mentioned in your comments and on your picture, why wouldn't I have a look?"
                          
"A stalk." the blonde corrected, a smirk resting on his pink lips. 
                          
The younger rolled his eyes, snatching yoongi's phone and switching it off. He didn't want him to taunt anymore, so he sat silently, waiting for Yoongi to say something.
                          
But he didn't. 
                          
He simply sat there, arms crossed with that same smug look on his face. Hobi really wished he could tell him off for it, for being a brat, but he resisted, just staring like his life depended on it.
                          
"Just admit it~" Yoongi cooed, pinching the younger's cheeks teasingly. He made a pout when he said the words, practically babying his own (unofficial) caregiver. 
                          
Hoseok's eyebrows furrowed as he pushing yoongi's warm hands away, finally sighing in defeat. "Okay, listen. I saw your post and got intrigued so I looked to see who you talk to, your friends, maybe even the reason you're here and-"
                          
"The reason I'm here?" the other questioned, his hands dropping to his sides. At this point, if he was a kitten his ears would be drooping. 
                          
Hoseok quickly turned to a panic state, grabbing yoongi's wrists, "no no no, not like that! I was just wondering...why you decided to stay here in the first place?"
                          
He already knew why. He was testing Yoongi. Testing his trust. It was probably the wrong thing to do, but he didn't care, he wanted to know how much the older boy would open up.
                          
"Why is it important?" Yoongi snapped, suddenly becoming defensive over any sort of information about himself - he certainly was not ready to tell Hoseok his entire life story. The redhead shrugged, his eyes diverting away from yoongi's to avoid any awkwardness, but it blanketed the atmosphere between them anyway.
                          
He could sense a wave of guilt over himself, deciding not to take the questions further. He felt bad enough for even pushing it in the first place, and he wasn't exactly sure why he even did. 
                          
It hurt Yoongi. A lot. Why would he ask? Did he even want him staying anymore? But he guessed it didn't mean too much. The two weren't even close. He wasn't even an official caregiver, just someone Yoongi could rely on. But, he knew he needed it. Yet it pained him so much, why was he so attached and upset over the simplest of questions?
                          
Hoseok was only curious, Yoongi was staying in his spare bedroom after all.
                          
"I'm sorry," Hoseok sighed, only to get no response, "I'm going to the store, want anything?" he asked, attempting to break the silence.
                          
"Juice boxes, thanks"
                          
"OK"



                          
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Hoseok travelled down the isle, throwing any things he felt he needed into his basket, which continuously bashed against his leg when he walked. Eventually, he came across the juice boxes, all the colours practically blinding him. 
                          
Blue, orange, yellow, red, pink - the list was endless.
                          
"Grape juice..lemon.." hoseok trailed off, trying to find the perfect flavour whilst he scanned the shelves. He came to the conclusion of a grape and strawberry set, not sure on what Yoongi actually liked since he hadn't been specific.
                          
He stared down into the basket, his face scrunching up at all the fatty foods he collected along the way, throwing a few onto the empty shelf beside him.
                          
"Hobi hyung?" a familiar voice chimed from behind, yet Hoseok wasn't sure where he remembered it from.
                          
And so, he spun around on his heal, revealing a blueberry-hair Taehyung. "Tae? Wait."
                          
"Hoseok." he smirked, placing a kiss onto the redhead's cheek.
                          
"You're back?"

                          
A/N
                          
Next chapter will explain who Taehyung "is" and stuff pls don't be confused!
                          
Also, thank u so much for 190 reads! Wowie🥺 I love you