strange love | yoonseok

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Hoseok's POV

I awoke, an ache in both my head and my back. I looked around, and came to the conclusion that I had no idea where the hell I was. But then, I looked down at the coffee table in front of me and saw a small note next to a glass of water.

"Off to get breakfast. Drink this water. - Yoongi."

Then the memory came flooding back. I must've gotten a little drunk and he took me to his...place. As much as I think he's such a nice and attractive guy, he's kind of messy. I looked around at the grey walls that surrounded me. There was a broken lamp in the corner next to a ripped up chair. I was sat on a lumpy tan couch with duct tape covering the holes that must have been there. I noticed a rust colored stain that stretched from the top of the couch to the floor. Spaghetti?

Despite the room, I couldn't help the fact that I'm actually really interested in Yoongi. There's something about him that I can't explain. He's really intriguing in a way. His thin figure and pale as snow skin, against his dyed blonde hair. The darkness under his eyes compliment his deep hazel eyes, as weird as it sounds. I realize though that he probably doesn't get much sleep. And by the looks of this apartment, he doesn't get much money either.

He's closed off and quiet, but can be the loudest person in the room. He says things with his eyes and it's like there's no need for speaking. Of course, I'm a talker though so I'm going to talk my head off to him.

As I took a drink of the water, getting rid of the dryness in my throat, Yoongi walked through the front door dressed in some joggers and a flannel, with a hat on backwards atop his head. He had a white plastic bag in his hand.

"Hi Yoongi hyung!" I smiled at him.

He blushed. Cute.

"Hey Hoseok. How are you feeling? You kept buying yourself drinks last night and got pretty hammered. I'm so sorry for not stopping you, I just didn't feel like it was my right and I didn't want to upset you and-"

"Yoongi! It's okay, I promise! I shouldn't have been drinking so irresponsibly. How much did I drink?" I looked at him, the pain in my head making me wince a bit, "Also, do you have any Advil?"

"You only had 5 bottles, I think you're a lightweight." He began to chuckle, but then broke out into a full on laugh. I laughed too. I couldn't help it.

He was really cute when he laughed.

He walked into the kitchen to grab some Advil for me. I decided to ask about the weird stain to make some conversation. "Hey, Yoongi hyung, what's this stain? Did you spill some Spaghetti or something?" I giggled thinking about how he almost dropped the bottles last night. Clumsy boy.

I could see him. He paused for a moment and it seemed like he tensed up for a sec. He was quiet. The thin man walked into the living room with the pills in hand, and he gave them to me as he sat down. I took both.

"No, it wasn't spaghetti. I spilled... tomato juice there a few months ago." He laughed in what almost seemed like a nervous tone. It seemed suspicious, but I ignored it. What else could it be?

"Anyways, I got us some coffee and blueberry muffins from the cafe down the road. I hope you like it."

I don't like blueberries, but I still ate the muffin. I knew he probably doesn't make much money, and I didn't want it to waste.

"Hey Yoongi?"

"Mhm?" He was taking a bite out of his muffin, looking at me at wide eyes.

"You want to come to my place after I'm done with dancing tomorrow? I have three roommates, but I think you'll like them." I think he doesn't have many friends. I know what it feels like to be lonely, I don't want him to have to feel that.

"U-Uh yeah sure. Why?" He stuttered over his words.

"I don't know, just thought it'd be fun." I said before I took a sip of my coffee. It was slightly cold, but I didn't mind.

"Hoseok-Ah,"

"Yeah?"

"Sorry for the messy apartment."

He's probably had this furniture forever, and never has people over so he doesn't really care about what his home looks like.

"Don't apologize, Yoongi hyung, mines probably just as messy with 4 people living in it."

We both finished our breakfast and chatted until 3:00 came up and I had to leave to go do my daily dancing. Before I left, I gave him a tight hug which was nice despite his bones poking me. I think his weight is a little unhealthy, but hey what right do I have to tell him to gain weight? I pressed my lips to his cheek before stepping out the door. I turned around to wave and I was met with a noticeably blushing Yoongi behind me. I guess it's hard to cover up a blush when your skin is as pale as clouds.