Sope One Shots

Flora

(A/N I'm sorry for the break, I felt really bad after the last fic I posted because I really felt it didn't represent my best work and then I lost a bit of confidence and just felt like nothing I was writing was good enough, I've given myself a bit of a break and hopefully I'm back on form and going to write a lovely chapter for you all)

Today was the day. It was finally here. After all those weeks, months, years, all that stress, here he was. He looked at the clock. Two hours until opening. He took a deep breath. In. Out. In. Two tan arms encircled his waist from behind. Out.

"Hobi, what are you doing up so early?" Yoongi asked.

"I could ask you the same thing." Hoseok's voice, gravelly and low with sleep, purred from behind him.

Yoongi pulled Hoseok's arms off him and turned around. He leant on the counter.

"I just couldn't sleep. I wanted to make sure it was perfect."

"The store doesn't open for another 3 hours. Come back to bed for a bit. You need to sleep to do your best today." Hoseok reached for Yoongi's wrist,but he pulled away and looked out the full length shop windows onto the street.

"I'm sorry. I just don't..." Yoongi said, so softly only someone perfectly in tune with his soul could have interpreted those exhales into words.

"It's okay. I understand." Yoongi sank to the floor by the window, still looking out on the way ground being slowly illuminated by the rising sun. Hoseok came and sat beside him, silent.

"I miss her."

"I know."

"I keep wondering what she'd think of all this."

"You know she'd be proud."

Yoongi scoffed. "No. No, she wouldn't be proud. Why would you choose grey for the walls? It's so dark and gloomy. Plants need light, boy! And what are you doing, opening a plant shop, anyway? You always wanted to be a songwriter. What happened to that? It's too cluttered in here. It's all wrong."

Hoseok let Yoongi vent, cross-legged on the floor, as Yoongi stood up and paced the room.

"I don't know why I did this. She wouldn't be proud of me, this isn't what she wanted for me. She taught me everything about this stuff but she never meant for me to use it. She didn't even teach me, really. She just liked to talk to the plants and I happened to be around and I... picked it up. Why did I want to honour her legacy so badly? Why am I doing this?"

Yoongi stopped beneath the till. He leant against the counter, his white shirt stark against the dark walls, his black hair fading into them.

"Your mom may not have known how to express it, and she might have said all those things if she were here. But deep down, she'd be proud Yoongi. You did this all for her because you love her. And I think that's beautiful. And I think you're so brave."

Yoongi took some shaky breaths. Hoseok was stood beside him now,but he couldn't look at him. He couldn't look into that perfect face full of love.

"I don't want to be like her. I don't want to hurt the people I love. I don't want to push them away." Yoongi took a hand off the counter. Hoseok took it instinctively. Yoongi still wouldn't look at him. But he caressed the back of Hoseok's hand with his thumb.

"You know what the worst part is?" Yoongi looked up at the ceiling. He took in the trailing vines of the hanging baskets and the cacti scattered across shelves haphazardly and creatively dispersed across the walls. "I didn't really do it for her. I said I wanted to honour her legacy because that way if I fail I still did a lovely thing for my dead mom but really, I wanted this. I've always wanted this. A small plant shop and a small family in a small town. And Portland might not be the small town I was expecting but this is still everything I ever wanted. And I feel... guilty, I guess. Because it took her being gone for me to get it. And I never told her. I have no idea what she'd think of this. Not really."

Hoseok put his other hand on Yoongi's, still wrapped around his own. "Then don't do it for her. Do it for you. You've come this far for her. Now it's time to do this for yourself."

They stayed there and watched the sun crawl across the road. Eventually Yoongi leant his head against Hoseok's collarbone. The shadows shortened. It was time to open up.

(A/N I went to see the BTS concert this week and FUCK there may be some kind of concert related fic coming soon because it was insane and I think that could be mad cute)