Evil at the Core (OT7 x reader) ~BTS~

2 - Torn Hibiscus

Torn.

That's currently what you felt like. A piece of you wanting to go back to those fields and find the mysterious orange haired boy. Another remembering how aggressive his stance became once he noticed you. How alert he was, it made you wonder how good his instincts were. Yet you had still managed to catch him off guard. I smiled then, remembering how I had practically run into (f/n) with my eyes wide and mouth slightly open from panting. She had scolded me saying that while I had been off leaving her behind that she had bought me some flowers. She patted a decently sized box that she held quite carefully between her elbow and her side. I remember the way she scanned my features and then asking why I looked so shaken up.

In that moment, I remember my reaction was to smile and stand up straight like a kid.

"I tried to take someone's hibiscus but I ended up tearing it instead so I ran"

Needless to say I was met with a snort from (f/n) as she simply turned away and muttered something along the lines of "typical" under her breath. Your friendship with (f/n) had never been in jeopardy. Contrary to how she behaved, she seemed to like your sense of wanderlust. She would always come along for your adventures and sometimes she did get mad whenever it felt like she had actually been left behind by you. However, when this would happen I would agree to come with her to her favorite cafe and sit still in front of her for however long she liked. (f/n) was almost your complete opposite. She loved the confines of her home, only leaving for college classes and you. Any other time would be to sit and drink black coffee at the small cafe on the edge of the city. That's how you two met, you had just moved and were wandering about to go into the city. You walked into the cafe on a whim liking the way it smelled. You sat down and ordered something that was expensive, but you ignored the price. When the waiter came back and asked for your pay you scrambled through your wallet trying to find the money.  You remember how (f/n) had showed up then and there and recognized your dilemma. She walked up and pulled out the money smiling kindly at the waiter.

I had wanted to thank her but when the waiter left, and no one was looking, (f/n) sat down next to you and hit your hard on the back of the head. You had been dumbfounded by her actions and proceeded to zone out when she started to scold you. After that day you and (f/n) had kept running into each other in situations similar to the cafe incident. At some point (f/n) had just decided that every time you go outside she should be with you because, "you can't go anywhere without seeming high off your ass or like a lost tourist". Smiling I remembered that we were going back to the fields today. Apparently (f/n) had grabbed the wrong type of flowers but she didn't want to go back to the store right then. I approached (f/n)'s car outside my house with the memories of us meeting floating within my mind. The orange haired boy taking his place in the far corners of my brain.

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I found myself wandering into the same field I had been in before. (f/n) had told me that since it was quite early in the morning I should enjoy the sunrise for the next few minutes. She hadn't been wrong. Although it wasn't early enough for the beautiful shade of lavender to tone the sky it was still the lovely mixture of orange red and blue's colliding. My thoughts trailed off and then I realized I was standing in a field of marigolds. Looking up at the sky. I looked around trying to gain a sense of where I was. Then I saw him, approaching me at a decent pace but still using the path, not yet in the field of marigolds. His head was down and he seemed to walk the exact steps you had. Then he stopped at the edge of the field and lifted his face. Now that you weren't shocked you could examine his features.

He had a rather sharp jawline. His eyes held a searching gaze and you instinctively crouched down to the height of the marigolds. Your outfit already blended in somewhat so you continued to observe him from a distance. He looked better looking than the average person and his lips curled into a frown, you realized he really hadn't spotted you in the field. You got a text from (f/n) your phone jingle going off quietly. Under the assumption that only you had heard it you pulled out your phone and read the text.

"Where are you???"

"at the marigold field"

"again? isn't that where you tore that one dudes hibiscus flower?"

"yea :P"

"well come back to the entrance I got the right flowers now"

"mkay mom"

"don't call me that"

"ok ma"

"thats even worse"

I chuckled at my conversation and put my phone back into my pocket. I stood up dusting myself off when I saw an extra pair of feet in front of mine. My eyes wandered up to find the orange hair boy looking at me curiously. My eyes widened and for a second I was speechless. Then he broke out into a full tooth smile as bright as the sun and he spoke.

"Hi, I'm Hoseok!"

He sounded so chipper that I was left confused momentarily and said the only response that could come to my mind.

"I'm sorry"

I scrunched up my face at my poor choice of words realizing that to him I might not have anything to be sorry about unless he-

"It's alright, I have my own garden of hibiscuses back home."

He continued to smile and you were left confused. At the end of the day he proceeded to give you his number and say that if you ever needed a hibiscus of your own he'd gladly help. You were left dumbfounded as he walked away towards another section of marigolds. His hair blending into the backdrop of orange. When you found (f/n), and for the rest of the day, you couldn't help but keep him on your mind nagging at the back of it. Yet for an entire week the small colored note holding his number remained unused.