Exulansis

Chapter 3

Yoongi froze.
Oh shit...

Yoongi had never seen the owners of the garden before. Nor did he ever really care. Sometimes he thought about an old lady, maybe who spends her days gardening after retirement. Or it could've been a young person, like a environmentalist or something.
Never though, never did yoongi imagine such a gorgeous man as being the owner of such a perfect garden.

Yoongi was crouched on his hunkers, staring at the gorgeous man before him, his dress shirt and black pants fitting him perfectly.

I can't think like this.. I love Namjoon...

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Another man asked, stripping yoongi from his thoughts.

The other man shocked yoongi aswell. Even if he was only wearing simple sweats and a shirt, he looked perfect, his hair messy and just-

STOP! Seriously!

Yoongi soon felt a hand on the scruff of his collar, pulling him up from his crouch. Unfortunately however, yoongi slipped, and soon found himself falling onto the beautiful flowers below him.

Oh no..

"Oh... my roses...."

Yoongi felt a tug on his heart as he heard the mans voice, pain evident.
Yoongi studied his damage.
Beautiful red roses, crushed flat.
Yoongi himself felt like a criminal for destroying something so beautiful.

Well I do have a habit of ruining beautiful things...

Yoongi snapped from his thoughts once again as he was pulled to stand up properly, the smaller man, who was pained by the death of the roses, began walking straight to yoongi, and on instinct yoongi flinched, raising his arms to protect his head as he always had done, waiting for the impact.

But it never came.

Yoongi slowly opened his eyes, the smaller of the two men was staring, his mouth slightly agape.

Jimin shared a look with Jungkook that said it all, did he think I was going to hit him?

Jimin looked back at the boy, taking in his whole appearance.
Young, and small. Very short.
His black curly hair was wild, covering most of his face, doesn't he know what a haircut is?
The boy wore faded clothing, just ripped up jeans and a grey shirt, or maybe it was white? And a dark blue plaid shirt over it.

Jimin noticed the small holes in the boys clothes. His mind filling with weird ideas about the youths fashion these days, until he saw the boys shoes.

A pair of converse, black now, their previous colour undistinguishable. The laces were in tatters, a thin rope held one of the shoes together.
Jimin could see the boys toes through his shoe.
Is he homeless?

Jimin walked closer to the boy, his heart breaking a little when he had flinched.
"You," he started, his voice layered with authority, "whats your name?"

The boy didn't answer.

"He asked you a question, it'd be rude not to answer" Jungkook now joined, his hand still on the boys collar, making sure he wouldn't run away, yet yoongi didn't fight him. He just accepted the trouble he was getting into.

"Suga" he answered flatly, not making eye contact with the two beautiful men.

"Suga? Like sugar? I didn't ask for a nickname- uh do you know what, doesn't matter" Jimin trailed off, now placing his hands on his hips, standing much taller against the boy, "why're you stealing from our flower beds?"