favorite flower; yoonjin

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some time in early december

"What about her?"

"Dude im not into chicks-"

"Ah right, right, right."

"You dickhead."

"Alright.. what about him?"

Taking a sip from his coffee, his gaze fell upon a rather pretty boy skip towards a shop across the street. His eyes fixed on the boy's pink bomber and nice set of long legs. He also noticed the small balloon attached to his backpack written with colorful words that he couldn't understand.

Yoongi shook his head.

Did he just call a boy pretty? i mean, he knows he's into guys but he's never called anyone pretty.

Damn yoongi

"So?.. what do you say? He'd be pretty fun to mess around with."

"I don't do innocent ones." Yoongi took his cup of coffee and brought it up to his lips.

"You really think he's innocent?" Namjoon spoke behind his hand once he wiped away the liquid that happened to spill past his lips.

"The kid's got a baby pink phone case and looks like he's into flowers. That clearly shows he's an innocent guy."

"I don't know if you know this, man, but good boys are bad boys that haven't caught."

"Stop quoting american punk bands and also you're an idiot."

"Um.. hyung? They're austra-"

"Shut up."

The pair decided to take a stroll down the stores, grabbed their jackets, and headed out to walk the cross walk. Namjoon snorted to himself when he noticed that Yoongi's feet led him towards the shop that the pretty boy disappeared into without him noticing. The weather had Namjoon breathing into his balled fist before shrugging.

"Hyung, I'm going into this store. You help yourself out."

Yoongi didn't even respond after his friend left. The boy felt his feet move on their own once again as he walked down towards the other shops. He didn't really pay much attention till a door with flowers on it caught his attention. He quickly found himself being pulled into the shop, and his jaw almost dropped.

He wasn't the type of guy to think that things were beautiful or whatever. He didn't really like a lot of that mushy stuff. He was the kid that skipped school specifically on February 14th to avoid being smothered by kids literally sucking each others face off around him.

The room was filled with various colorful pedals, and bright green stems that seemed to fall as if they were following behind him, and looked freshly sprayed with water. He felt his body relax whilst gathering up a bit of inspiration for the next mixta-

"Hello. May I help you?"

Yoongi glanced to his right to meet a pair of the warmest, brown hooded eyes. They held a smile that could cure saddness. A face that looked like a fucking baby's ass, so smooth and kissable.

"Sir?" The voice giggled.

Yoongi blinked before licking his lips. The lump in his throat blocking the words he wanted to spit out.

"Sorry, I was just, um-" he cleared his throat again before turning back towards some random flower bed, "looking around."

The owner of the warm eyes gave another sweet smile. Yoongi cursed himself for being put in this situation.