BTS Oneshots|BoyxBoy

Petals

YOONMIN

"Why do you have pink hair?" A very grumpy Yoongi asked as he trudged down the sakura petal covered concrete. The pink haired boy dragged his attention from the grass and focused it on Yoongi. "Why not?" The boy responded, then returned his eyes back to the soft strands of grass. He loved the way the grass tickled his skin, as if it was kissing him and thanking him for appreciating their beauty. Grass is under appreciated and everyone should know that. Yoongi rolled his eyes at the immature boy before continuing his walk through the park.

Everywhere Yoongi looked all he could see was happiness and sakura trees. Pink petals were littering the parks ground and the sky was a pastel blue with clouds the color of mochi. It made Yoongi sick but his destination made him sicker.

As quiet as possible Yoongi opened the front door but the piece of shit squeaked, crushing his hopes of escaping her. "Yoongi?" She called from their bedroom. A yellow light flickering on at the end of the otherwise dark hallway. "Yes Eunha." Yoongi replied as he toed off his shoes. "Come here." Eunha cooed from the bedroom and the sound made Yoongi shudder. Normally Yoongi would just sleep on the couch but the stupid door blew his cover, he needs to get that fixed.

Reluctantly Yoongi shuffled down the dark hallway and into the blinding yellow light of their bedroom. Where Eunha was waiting on the bed, wearing nothing but a lacey bra and panties. Eunha smirked thinking she was seducing her boyfriend but in reality she was disgusting him. "See something you like babe?" Eunha teased and spread her legs slightly. Yoongi grimaced, if there was a dick poking out of the lacy undergarment then yes he did, but there wasn't. "No, I'm tired Eunha." Yoongi sighed before stripping his day clothes in favor of something comfier. Eunha groaned and tugged the blankets over her exposed body, "you're always tired."

"I'm always tired because I'm the one working and paying the bills, while you sit around and be lazy." Yoongi snapped, maybe if they fight she'll force him to sleep on the couch. Eunha gasped and stared at Yoongi with hurt in her eyes. "Being a tattoo artist isn't a real job," Eunha hissed. Yoongi glared at his girlfriend, how dare she say that when the lazy bitch doesn't even work. "Well being a lazy bitch isn't a job either!" Yoongi spat before storming out of their bedroom and apartment. He couldn't stand being with that woman for one more second.

The cool summer night air nipped at Yoongi's skin as he trudged down the petal covered concrete, in nothing but his pajamas. He didn't care, no one was out at this hour except for the moon. Yoongi looked up from the flattened petals and through his tears he could make out the wobbly figure of a person. A boy with pink hair, sitting at the base of a sakura tree. Hesitantly Yoongi approached the boy and stood in front of him, but the boy kept his head down as his chubby fingers played with the grass and petals. "Can I help you?" The boy asked, still keeping his head down. Yoongi chuckled at the boys bluntness, "I don't know, can you?"

Finally the boy looked up and Yoongi's breath was stolen from him when he glimpsed the boys beauty. He was absolutely gorgeous and for a second Yoongi thought he might be dreaming. "What can I help you with?" The boy asked, his plump lips forming a pout around every word. Yoongi opened his mouth to answer but he couldn't find the words, too distracted by the boys ethereal features. The boy noticed Yoongi's hypnotized state and a light blush dusted his cheeks. "Stop staring at me," He squeaked.

"Whats your name?" Yoongi finally managed to ask. "Park Mochi." The boy responded, his eyes asking Yoongi the same question. "That's a unique name, I'm Min Yoongi." Yoongi said and held out his hand for Mochi to shake. Mochi eyed his hand nervously but shook it nonetheless. Yoongi smiled for the first time that night and Mochi returned the gesture. His cheeks practically swallowed his eyes as he smiled and it was the most precious thing Yoongi has ever seen.