LATTE TALK • yoonseok • #WattPride

☕ vingt sept ☕

The goddesses of Fate are a little idiosyncratic, if we actually take into account how they make the fragile and broken human beings deal with the fairy tale called life. But nonetheless they do so, and us earthling souls pray only for the strongest of minds to grip us when their decisions come crashing down upon us.

Namjoon brisks up his pace as he sifts through the eventide sea of workers returning home, a warm blush blooming across his face as his cheeks come in contact with the cold, cold air when he emerges from the subway. As much as he knows, Hoseok's shift had ended an hour ago, and right now, his boyfriend is probably snuggling into the yellow throw blanket and watching the latest episode of his favorite variety show with a mug of his steaming chamomile tea. Hoseok's eyebrows are probably hidden beneath his red bangs as he is watching with rapt attention with his head propped on his shoulder, taking an occasional sip from the mug perched on his blanketed knee. Namjoon would always sneak glances at Hoseok when he was sure his attention was hooked on the screen and he would not notice his boyfriend's loving gaze roaming over his breathtaking features.

The last two weeks had been rocky,no, disastrous actually, and Namjoon finds only himself to blame for Hoseok's retreating steps and furtive glances thrown in his way. They have not shared a kiss in ages and every time Namjoon wakes up to leave for work, the redhead is already tying on the shoelaces and shrugging his dancer's body into the warm cocoon of his coat. And when he returns, more than a couple hours later than his ending time, he finds the house reeking of loneliness and heartache, with a slumbering soul wrapped within the baby blue blankets, and not his wide arms.

If only Yoongi had not barged in, if Yoongi had not wrapped his shaking, lean arms around him that fateful night and cried into the crook of his neck, Namjoon probably would not have given into the silent cries of his heart and the irrational thoughts he tries so hard to mask with memories of Hoseok. He really did think Yoongi would become an ache that would slowly, yet surely, dissolve away as he would fall further in love with Hoseok, but he had no idea what The Fates had in store. Hence, here he is now, messing up everything in his wake because he cannot let go of his first love, Yoongi, who had not only given him a blissful decade of companionship and love but also supported him through the tide of time; nor can he let Hoseok, the boy wonder who makes him dream of stars and moonlight, slip through his fingers.

Namjoon prays with everything inside him for the God up above to let him emend for everything that happened in the last few days, to let him return to the cuddly, warm Hoseok whose gaze held such unequivocal love for him that everything else used to seem faded in comparison. He bounds up the stairs two at a time; for their apartment elevator is rickety and Namjoon does not trust the claustrophobic carriage to not break down in the middle of an ascent, and when he sees the darkness beneath the slit of the door to their shared apartment, the doormat unruffled, something tells him that maybe, maybe he is a bit too late getting his heart back on track.

author's note - part one: kinda like a last update before my exams gobble me up. h e h.

author's note - part two: firstly, thank you so much, to all those who have come with me this far in the story, for taking your time to go through my shitty, unedited chapters and voting on them. you guys have no idea how much all those mean to me. and secondly, thank you so much for being who you are and letting the world know how much your existence matters by simply being you. all of you are gorgeous human souls and tainted hearts who matter so, so much than you realize.

i am sorry for the sappiness but yes all of you matter, if to nothing else, to this small speck of dust in the universe known as the author to this stupid fanfic.