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three || coffee
“okay hoseok, one more question. when i say warmth, who or what do you imagine ?”, a maid asked as she moved closer to guards. i mean, hoseok is in 011 unit.
hoseok looked at the white sheeted bed, then at the small window high on the wall. he admired how the sunlight was begging to be let in and warm up the place. but the bulletproof glass was a stubborn one indeed.
he looked at the maid and chuckled bitterly “who ?” he looked away again and mumbled “yoongi”,
“u - um. . . what did you say ? i didn't catch that”, maid asked, intimidated.
“yoongi”, he smiled, though other two couldn't see “yoongi is my warmth”,
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“dr. min ? am i interrupting ?”, a voice echoed in the speaker as yoongi held the phone closer.
“dr. kim jinsung ? ah no, you are not”, yoongi said fixing his table and washing dishes from breakfast.
“did you, perhaps not make hoseok take his pills ? the medicine bottle wasn't there anymore”,
yoongi didn't even hesitate before answering “yes, i have all rights to do that since i'm his psychiatrist now”,
“but —”,
“you were making him take flouxetine”, yoongi glared daggers at the phone “which is an antidepressant. what were you thinking ?”,
“dr. min, you will give him duloxetine and i suggest you do not argue with me”, there was a pause “after all, i'm the one who's his step-father, so follow orders”,
yoongi froze as he heard a long beep from the phone as the man on the other side hung up.
—
“dr. min, there are the results of today's quiz”, maid gave older papers and went away.
yoongi looked down on the papers and started reading ‘cutting down on fluoxetine actually did good’
1. what animal do you imagine yourself to be ?
a fox
2. what kind of drink would you drink if you could ?
caramel coffee
after reading about 15 questions ( which were getting physiological each time ), he found himself shocked at the last question.
16. what/who do you link with warmth ?
yoongi
he had an hour before their session. so yoongi got an idea and started thinking of which was the biggest hoodie he had.
—
“hoseok-ssi i'm here”, but yoongi called out, closing the metal door. the latter wanted to smile, but stopped himself just in time.
“yoongi —”, hoseok looked up and down on him “don't you think it's an odd choice of clothes ?”, he chuckled.
“that i'm wearing pants and a hoodie ?”, yoongi asked confused ( though he probably knew what younger meant )
“no”, hoseok chuckled once more “it's just that, most likely, that hoodie is an xx large, but well it's cute”,
older scoffed. it was as if they were having a conversation as a person to person and not a psychiatrist to a patient. he didn't want to interrupt this ideal moment, so he pulled out a hardly closed cup from his hoodie.
“yoongi, what's that ?”, older didn't mind the nickname anymore.
“caramel coffee, you said you wanted it, right ?”, yoongi asked, giving an unconscious smile. again.
hoseok almost melted.
“how — oh the quiz”, hoseok hummed, mirroring a smile, but a. . . smug version of it. yoongi's smile was sincere, warm, while hoseok's on the other hand, screamed — tease !
“ah, but yoongi —”, the smug grin grew. “won't you be scolded later ? there are cameras here”,
‘i turned then off’ he wanted to say, but he was careful, then again he was in unit 011. who could prove that hoseok wouldn't steal the anesthetic from him and has him in the neck.
“don't worry about it. it's fine”, yoongi said instead, bug it was as if he was convincing himself .
yoongi put the cup down. the warn radiating from it. hoseok went closer and sat on a chair, not breaking the eye contact.
“is this also some kind if treatment ?”, hoseok asked, yoongi sensing the tint of bitterness behind the other's hoarse, raspy voice.
“maybe it is, maybe it's not”, yoongi said, wishing it was. because then, yoongi would clarify his actions as — treatment, but it was not.
hoseok opened the cup and inhaled as much scent as he could. after a little bit, he lifted the cup to his lips.
he almost moaned from the taste. the warm liquid lingering in his mouth, the sweet feeling flowing down his throat.
he gulped a couple of times and stopped, when the liquid's hot temperature kicked in. he admired the long lost sweet scent.
yoongi was mesmerized. hoseok was so beautiful, so angelic, but the mask of a psychopath his that self very well.
after somewhere between 10 - 15 minutes, hoseok finished the coffee, he put down the cup and looked at yoongi.
“yoongi ?”,
“hm ?”,
“thank you”, he said, the smug grin remaining. but his voice was so sincere, yoongi would've trusted him with his life if he was blind.
he kept repeating the phase ‘yoongi stop it ! he's a psycho !’ over and over again. but hoseok's perfect features made the phase go from one ear to another.
‘oh god, he looks like he was chiseled from greek gods and put on earth’
hoseok smirked, as if he knew what the older was thinking.
—
“yoongi, yoongi. . .”, his smile lingering behind his words. the smile growing bigger and bigger.
