↝ are you sure you don't have any childhood grudge against sug-
shut the fuck up and just take the order, latte boy ↜
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| where min yoongi seems to prefer extra black americano, but the red-haired barista is de...
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Yoongi wonders, as the city rushes on its wheels around him, what goes through Hoseok's head when Namjoon murmurs the same loving words he once did to him, and his wandering mind reels back to that one image he conjured u—
No, no, no, I should definitely not think about what Hoseok's lip would taste like if I kissed them, Yoongi's fried mind rationalizes as he tries walking past the fated coffee shop. The weather lady had lied in the morning when she assured him that there would be no snow today, but here is Yoongi now, trying his best not to slip on the thin layer of ice on the sidewalk as he walks back home from the subway.
Yoongi will not deny, no matter how much he tries to, that Namjoon's choice did mature over the short span of time they were not together. If it is not for the definite jealousy he feels against the redhead, Yoongi does admit Hoseok is a sight for sore eyes. The way his doll-like lips spread over his pearly teeth when Hoseok smiles would make even the straight-as-fuck neighbor Yoongi has swoon on his feet at the sight.
There is an innocent beauty lingering around Hoseok and his sweet actions, something Yoongi knows he lost when he was sent away. The demons locked away in his head had stripped him of his self-love long before Namjoon had fucked it all up and no matter how hard Yoongi tries now, after the note left on his bedside, to hate Namjoon, he is unable to do so.
An ulzzang couple walks past him, their soft giggles rupturing his thought process and bringing him back to the twilight Earth. But then again, as the Fates have always made it to be for Yoongi, he is a tad bit too late returning to Earth and the next second his body crashes onto an incoming pillar made of yellow jacket and blue pants and heart smiles and he slips on the goddamn ice, not before his ears pick up the ominous 'crack'.
The streetlight blinds him for a moment before a mop of fiery mess emerges out of the hoodie and Yoongi wants to believe he is dead. He really, really wanted to avoid meeting Jung Hoseok in the snow. Again.
"Shit, Yoongi, you okay?" Hoseok asks him as a swirl of snow breezes past the redhead's beautiful features and Yoongi's face contorts in pain and realization that he might not be getting rid of Hoseok any time soon today.
"Am I okay? What the fuck, Hoseok, you broke my ankle."
