Busy Streets - A Yoonseok Fanfiction

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The door of his large office slammed shut. Yoongi, the man that happened to have a particularly quick walk at the moment, slowly started to open his umbrella. Though the sprinkling rain had already dampened his hair, he walked the block to his car with the jet black umbrella over his body. As Yoongi made it to the car with his quick pace, he took his keys out of his pocket. Yoongi then put away his umbrella with one hand, Tossing it into the back seat.

Yoongi climbed into his car with a sigh. The business man leaned back and enjoyed the silence. No keyboards clicking, heals of shoes clacking against the hard tile, or the annoying employees trying to make conversation when they knew they weren't happy about being at their office job. Yoongi starts the car and the long, lonely drive home. As the man usually does when he drives home, he zones out and thinks.

The route was imprinted into his brain by now. Left. Right. Right. Right. Left. Right. Man. Yoongi widened his eyes as the warning his brain was previously registering hit him. Man. Yoongi gasped as the man in front of him just stood there, while Yoongi was going 57 miles per hour. All these thoughts ran through his mind in a split second. Yoongi slammed his foot on the brakes as hard as he could. His head rocking forward and hitting the wheel as the car stopped. After regaining realizations of his surroundings, Yoongi examined the figure. The man's head was down. His clothing was not adequate at the least, especially for this weather. Short sleeves, shorts, completely soaked with water. Yoongi just sat there and stared.

The man started to walk the opposite way before Yoongi felt a wave of generosity come over him. He get out of his car and quickly wrapped his business jacket around his arms, quickly rushing him into the car and closing the door behind this mysterious man. Yoongi then semi-ran to the other side. He got in closing his door. Then all was silence again. It was about 5 minutes until the mysterious man spoke up, "Thank you. My name is Hoseok." While Hoseok knew nothing of the man, he politely shook his hand. He then stared as Yoongi started the car. "My name is Min Yoongi. Answer these questions for me. Do you have a place to say? Do you have any other clothes? Also, why the hell were you standing in front of busy traffic like an absolute maniac?" Yoongi sounded frustrated yet concerned. The fact that he was so blunt made Hoseok tilt his head. Hoseok took a deep breath and embraced the warmth of Yoongi car, "No. No. And because I didn't have any other choice of happiness sir."

Yoongi stared at him and pondered for a while before taking a small sigh and nodding his head, "You will stay at my house then. You'll help me clean up. I'll pay my bills and buy food food for us and all the while you try to find yourself a job. When you have enough money you move out." Yoongi says quite softly, "Understood?" Yoongi glanced at the man again as he drove. Yoongi wasn't going to let him go back out there alone. To him that wouldn't be senseable. "Yeah. Definately. Th-thank you." Hoseok plastered a small smile on his face. Though Yoongi thought of his smile as highly contagious, his face stayed blank and mysterious. Min Yoongi doesn't smile. Not for anybody, anything, anyone. At least not yet.

The rest of the drive home was completely silent. Hoseok wasn't even sure if he wanted to stay at the strangers house. As Yoongi arrived he quickly got out of the car and Hoseok followed after him, "Thank you again for letting me stay." Hoseok stated and let out another small smile. He was genuinely greatful. Yoongi nods, "You are Very lucky. I like to be alone and have my peace." Yoongi grumpily opens the door and turns on the lights. Yoongi then gets a glace and Hoseok's face. He secretly loved the was his honey glazed skin shined from being rained on. "There's a spare room in the back, next the the bathroom." Yoongi nudges him into his own room, "Go pick out some clothes out of my closet so you aren't walking around looking like a hobo." Yoongi chuckles softly and actually let's out a small smile. Hoseok's smile really was very contagious, at least in his mind.

Hoseok slowly walked into the room and grinned browsing through Yoongi's 'interesting' clothes. He picked out the most colorful thing he could find, which without a doubt took much effort, "So much black and grey... why don't you have any vibrant red? Or maybe like a lime green?? A violet or somthing..." Hoseok looked dumbfounded. Yoongi just shrugged, "I guess I like dark colors." Hoseok nodded and ended up finding a light grey shirt with white stripes and black jeans. "I'll wear this tomorrow." Hoseok sighed softly and gave Yoongi a small, damp hug at which he cringed softly. "Goodnight Yoongi." He says as he trotted of to his room closed the door stripping down. This boy liked to sleep in his underwear. He snuggled up and played on his phone while Yoongi was already passed out in his bed. Finally, at about 2:30am, Hoseok fell asleep.