"Yeah, he is." He looked nothing like him. Yoongi felt a crushing weight on his chest and tried to pretend that it wasn't there. He had both of his hands in his pockets by now, secretly making a fist. What had he even been expecting, Namjoon to suddenly tell him how hot he was and then it would all fall into place magically?

This whole thing was getting out of hand. It was stupid anyway, it wasn't as if he thought of himself as the hottest guy in class. Not even near the top. This had been such a dumb idea, but since he'd gone down this far, he figured he could be daring.

"You are pretty handsome too, you know?"