favorite flower; yoonjin

18.

tuesday

"So you're telling me that you were once a basketball player in high school!?"

Yoongi chuckled at jin's hiccups from laughing before putting his water bottle back in between his feet.

"I played here and there."

"Liar! Hyung played for an entire year in his junior year! He was the best player out of 20 others." Jungkook noted from behind the counter. Yoongi grumbled.

"Yah! How do you know all of this?" Jungkook popped up from the ground to show off a smile that Seokjin likes to call his 'bunny smile'.

"I have connections."

"Kookie must've gotten into my year books and found something, were you in any groups? You were only a year below me." Jin explained after calming down his laughter due to finding about Yoongi actually having experience with sports.

Yoongi, the slowest man he knows, played basketball??

Yoongi nodded to himself and lightly scratched the corner tip of his notebook. He found that no place was suitable for inspiration to him other than seokjin's flower place. The calm atmosphere and soft clings from vases touching made his mind function properly.

"I was in art for a while."

"Ahh yes, there's pictures!" Jin giggled, promising to bring them the next time the younger comes by to go over them, and laugh about their memories.

"Hyung, please don't." Yoongi grimaced before shaking his head.

"I only got to see you that one year since it was the only year you, as a junior, and I, as a senior, were in the same building. Even then i hardly remember seeing you often." Seokjin nodded to himself as visions from seeing yoongi in the hallways flow in. Yoongi took the opportunity to study Seokjin's facial features. The curves and slight dips in his skin that looked perfect. Almost too perfect. His hyung had such perfect skin, the glow on his rosy cheeks made him look so young. Yoongi couldn't continue connecting the dots from one light cheek mole to the other before a muffled voice was directed to him.

"Yoongi-sshi?" Jin's face came into focus and jungkook stood near by, "I asked if you didn't mind us closing the shop early? It's getting too stormy outside."

"N-no, not at all. I gotta help Namjoon with some stuff anyways." Yoongi cleared his throat before opening his notebook after jin walked away, his pen gliding against the paper. Words and words start to flood in.

너의 눈, 코, 입 따라서
시선이 이동하지만 제발 오해는 말아줘
널 보면 주체를 못해

//My eyes follow your eyes, nose, lips
But please don't misunderstand
I can't hold it in when I see you,
this is such a pain. //

"Hyung?" Namjoon's worried voice rang through the small apartment, and yoongi rubbed his cheek with the room key.

"What was it this time?" Namjoon quickly dashed out of Yoongi's room. His figure being a big blur from what the older. Yoongi couldn't even process the fact that he got a text saying the younger broke something, and ran out of his room.

His. Room.

"Namjoon, you have exactly 5 seconds to tell me what the hell you did!" His stern voice made the younger hid in the bathroom.

"Hyung, i swear I didn't mean to touch anything but i was trying to find the tools and i remember that you had themlastanditwasnt
myintentiontoknockdownyourkumamonstatuebutitgotinthewayand-"

"Did you just say.. my kumamon statue??" Yoongi couldn't believe his ears. He also couldn't believe how fast his own feet moved as he made a. bee line towards his room to find a piece of kumamon's head missing from the souvenir, "Namjoon, this was a fuckin' present!"

Namjoon knew better not to step into his room, but he was just looking for the drill and tips for it. Yoongi just closed his door, tossed his notebook onto his messily organized desk and carefully picked up the broken pieces, placing them into the hallow statue.

"Aish, this kid."

Just as yoongi grabbed his notebook and pushed back his bed sheets, a piece of paper was seen poking out on the bottom on the journal. He doesn't remember using any tabs for his journals since none of them needed any. He laid back to find a comfortable position before proceeding to finger out the paper in the notebook to see what it was.

Soon enough, a number could be shown perfectly written on it.

A fucking phone number.

Yoongi laid there on his bed, his blanket tossed onto floor, and his hand over his heart. The throbbing began to grow slowly and slowly as the seconds pass by. Before he could take another breathe, he scrambled towards his notebook to jot down another line down in a hurry.

Oh my god 분위기 좋았는데
자기 전 괜히 이불에 화풀이
좋았는데..

//Oh my god, the mood was so good
Before I sleep, I get angry at my blanket again
It was so good...//

a/n: i'm sorry for the late update (・_・、) i keep having brain farts when i start writing, i cry but i'm sorry!! i'm glad you guys are still reading. xox.. Mx