white headphones adorned his short ears as he strolled the streets, until he heard a screeching “j-hope!”
his eyes glanced over to the counter as he scrambled to get his hat and mask back on.
“relax,” yoongi said, “we have a heater, y’know?”
yoongi’s platinum hair and small nose stood out the most to hoseok. his frame was small, but not too different from hoseok’s unless you got real close
usually yoongi wouldn’t have been so nice to someone who barged into his store at such a late hour (which really doesn’t happen bc Seokjin always remembers to lock the door before he leaves, but dammit this one time, yoongi curses to himself)
“actually, I’m single.” hoseok says.
and yoongi feels a little heat fill up in his chest because ‘fuck he’s got a hot laugh’
“cool. what would you like?” yoongi deadpans. hoseok furrows his brows, awkwardly laughs “what? aren’t you gonna ask who I am?”
“Oh, chrysanthemums, those are my favorite actually.” Yoongi moves to get a step latter. “We used to have a big bush of them in front of my house.”
hoseok looks up to yoongi as he grabs a few. “how many would you like?” yoongi asks.
in fairness, he’s not quite sure what he’s still doing there either, or even why he’s buying flowers at almost midnight. but here he is
“where did you grow up?” hoseok asked as he handed yoongi some cash for the flowers.
“Daegu.. what about you?”
“jinnie how important is this?” yoongi called from the front.
“very! come here!”
“look at this!” seokjin handed yoongi his phone, studying his expression.
“what the hell am I supposed to do with this?”
“but isn’t it at least, like kind of cool.” seokjin followed him to the counter, coffee still in hand.
he waved a small ‘sorry’ before looking back to his monitor.
“yoon,” seokjin said. “cheer up a bit, yeah? I’ll help you finish the arrangements, maybe we could call tae and get him to come in. Hell, maybe even Namjoon would help.”
“hey!” seokjin lightly smacks the back of his head. “this may be your store but you need to be nice to him! he always tries his best.”
“give him some time, maybe we could even hire him!” seokjin grins. ‘always so fucking optimistic’ yoongi thought.
of course, that was probably just sweat
yoongi on the other hand was hard at work with namjoon and seokjin, all of them were working up blisters on their hands and a collection of dirt and stains of green worked their way onto their clothes
“no, let’s put some on.” seokjin connected his phone to the shop’s PA and then some song that yoongi had never heard before came on.
“hyung I want to remember this later!” namjoon chuckled
he looked through the window to see a shadowy figure. ‘great someone trying to rob us again’ he thought.
and maybe that’s why he found himself at yoongi’s shop again: searching for an escape, or maybe he was searching for himself
“more people following you?” he said.
hoseok scoffed. “um no actually... can I come in?” he gestured inside. yoongi tilted his head and looked hoseok up and down.
yoongi snorted. “yeah sorry about that, hey seokjin!” he called into the store. “turn off the music!”
“No!” seokjin called back. “you need to appreciate j-hope’s glory!”
“I’m sorry about him.” yoongi said, noticing the look in hoseok’s eyes. “you alright?”
hoseok has the courage to look up at yoongi. he had a small grin across his face (which yoongi didn’t realize)
“ok, we can ship it to her if you want?” yoongi started walking back behind the counter. hoseok followed.
‘yoongi’ hoseok thought, a name to the face. ‘a nice name at that’ hoseok thought
“no really. I uh, don’t get a lot of time to be a normal person, so thanks for not flipping your shit on me.. yoongi, was it?”
“please,” he took yoongi’s hand in his and shook it, “call me hoseok.”
We’re already done with the first two shows of tour. I can’t believe I’ve come so far; tonight’s show had 30,000 people in the venue.
he was so focused on getting away before he heard a faint “hoseok?”
“I don’t know if I’m being honest. I haven’t been home in awhile, and I just–just needed to go for a walk and this is where my legs’s took me.” he studied yoongi’s face, or rather his eyes.
“hoseok.” he heard behind him. “you coming?”
this room was not quite as magical, but it still had a charm that hoseok couldnt quite put into words.
he noticed where yoongi sat, at a refurbished wood table in the center of the room that barely fit between the counters.
“um, yeah, everhthings’s fine.” yoongi took a moment to pause and digest what he was about to say. he looked down once more.
hoseok’s mouth curves into an ‘o’ shape, and before he has a chance to answer, yoongi is already speaking again.
“yes actually.” yoongi’s mouth curls upwards for a second. “you’re not half bad, I can see why all the girls like you.”
“good, it was meant as such.”
and then there’s a silence between them for a quick moment, it only becomes awkward when their gazes meet.
yoongi scoffs. “hoseok I know that you were on tour.” he grabs a tissue from behind him and blows his nose. “ugh, sorry that I’m gross.”
yoongi smiles back before his face falls once again and his gaze meets his lap. “I’m going to back to Daegu next week. my brother said that’s when they’re getting her test results back.”
“can I come?”
“why?” yoongi interrupts, tears drying on his face.
“you might want to put your hat and mask back on.”
hoseok giggles again. “I don’t know I was just trying it out.” he looks at yoongi again, seeing his eyes crinkle a little.
“you’re so stupid.” yoongi laughs.
his breath hitched slightly as he scrambled to plug his headphones into his phone.
yoongi’s eyes dart around the space, not knowing where to look. he gulps. “yeah I’m just a nervous flyer.”
he feels his chest ache when hoseok pulls away.
“hat and mask.” hoseok says. yoongi understands, slipping both of them onto his head and face respectively.
he feels a arm go around his shoulders and tenses up until he hears “what’s up little bro.” being shouted into his ear.”
“I don’t believe we’ve met.” he holds his hand out to hoseok. “min junki nice to meet you. you’re hoseok right?”
hoseok returns the gesture. “yeah that’s me.”
and before hoseok knew it they were pulling up to yoongi’s house.
“it’s embarrassing i know.” yoongi says. hoseok stares in amazement at the walls.
they calm down and then yoongi is nudging hoseok out the door. “alright, we should go back downstairs, they’re probably wondering why we’ve been up here for so long.”
“so hoseok,” yoongi’s dad began, “what do you do for a living?”
hoseok would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. and he realizes just how little yoongi and him know about each other. and how stupid it was for hoseok to just go across the country with him
“yeah but we know how that turned out.” his dad says under his breath.
he’s surprised when yoongi chimes in from next to him. “yeah his music is very good.”
hoseok feels his heart pick up a bit, before he’s looking back down at his plate. “thanks.”
“yeah that’s me.” hoseok says.
yoongi catches the red on hoseok’s cheeks, still staring at that smile. ‘fuck how is he this cute’ he thinks.
“um, yeah, I don’t know about the most popular in the country, but my music is really popular.” hoseok plays with his food.
“didn’t you play the olympic stadium in seoul last month?” yoongi asks.
“yeah, actually! that was a cool show.”
hoseok isn’t used to being so bashful.
after dinner, yoongi’s mom invites hoseok to hang out with the family, but hoseok decides to retreat to his room.
but the last paragraph catches his eye as he rereads his entry.
“what is that?” yoongi points.
“oh.” yoongi says and hoseok doesn’t know how to read his facial expression. for a split second his brows furrow, but then his eyes soften.
the older snaps his head back into the room. “yeah what’s up?”
“am I, like, fucking crazy?”
yoongi snickered. “why would I think you’re crazy?”
“what?” yoongi’s gaze meets hoseok’s. he stares at the younger, his vibrant red hair has started to fade just a bit, and the light from the lamp makes his skin look a bit darker, but yoongi likes that.
“tell me something about you.” hoseok repeats.
“um,” yoongi glances around the room, trying to look anywhere but hoseok. “I own a flower shop.”
hoseok’s eyes go wide and he pushes himself off the pillows and closer to yoongi. “you what?” his voice was almost a whisper.
yoongi laughs. “well, they debuted without me, did alright for awhile, disbanded after a year though.”
“yeah, and one of the dudes, he was like 21 when they debuted. he sacrificed his whole college experience to be a trainee... actually he called me a year ago asking for a job because he ran out of money.”
“yeah I do.” hoseok snaps back, making eye contact again. their brows are furrowed and hoseok is speaking again.
“how about we do that then.” yoongi says.
hoseok chuckles. “what are you gonna do, change my face or some shit so people won’t recognize me?”
and then hoseok is smiling. smiling because /yes/ that is a fucking great idea. smiling because he hasn’t done that in so long, probably even before he debuted.
“I know but it’s weird with you watching me make an ass out of myself.” he scoffs, sitting down with a plate of food and a coffee at the kitchen table.
hoseok nods and gets up to make a plate for himself.
“stop it!” yoongi drops his fork on his plate and it makes an ear shattering noise in the room. he glared at hoseok before whispering “just, stop.”
“great” yoongi sighed. “do you want to leave in like, half an hour?”
hoseok nodded, feeling like he was dancing on eggshells. “yeah that’s fine.”
yoongi almost giggles when he comes in. “are you /trying/ to get noticed?”
“this is how I dress.” hoseok says matter of factly.
hoseok groaned and carried the items back to his room, putting them on reluctantly.
“is this better?” he gestured down to his clothes.
hoseok wasn’t quite sure where they were going, and he would be lying if he said that he didn’t think yoongi was going to murder him at one point.
“ok for real are you trying to murder me?” hoseok asked seriously, clutching onto his phone in his pocket. yoongi chuckled. “no hoseok I’m not trying to kill you. this is where I used to rap.”
yoongi snorted. “well yeah that’s kid of the point and it’s cold as shit out here.” yoongi lead hoseok into the building.
the younger scoffed. “yeah, but I can do harder choreo than they give me.” hands digging deeper into his pockets.
“so do it then.” yoongi looked him up and down.
yoongi chuckled, “yeah right now, pick a song to dance to.” he started pulling out his phone.
“hoseok come on, it’ll warm you up.”
hoseok grunted. “fine.” and then he was taking off his scarf and his jacket and handing them to yoongi.
yoongi scrolled through his phone, glancing up for a second only to see hoseok’s arms stretched above his head, back facing him. he could see the muscles stretched out through his shirt, the small of his back slightly visible.
he took a deep breath and let the music take him away.
“but I always get interrupted, either by my manager or someone else.” hoseok sighed. “that’s unfortunate” yoongi almost whispers.
“yeah, he used too much tongue. nothing really came out of that relationship.”
yoongi just chuckles. “yeah, um, I’m gay.”
hoseok’s heart almost leaps out of his chest, and it seems like it’s just them in the entire museum.
yoongi make a little ‘ah’ noise from next to him as they stare at this one painting with peacocks and cherry blossoms. “don’t worry,” yoongi’s low voice fills the space, “your secret’s safe with me.”
“fuck.” yoongi muttered. he groaned as he turned on the wipers. “I think we’re gonna have to go back to the house. we can’t really picnic in this.”
“wait, we can still picnic.”