"so, how long have you been a tattoo artist, sir?"
"you can drop the sir, call me yoongi" the older male smiled as he sketched lightly in a torn up notebook he had.
hoseok swung his feet from the car as he shivered slightly from the cold breeze of the night.
"you wanna borrow my jacket?" yoongi asked.
"n-no thank you i'm fine" he shrugged.
"c'mon church boy, i thought you said you were cold?" yoongi chuckled, his laugh making hoseok feel colder than he already was.
"well...alright" he said.
yoongi pulled off his jacket, while hoseok stared down the small tattoos that were littered all over his biceps, then to his hands that were fully covered with tattoos.
"damn, do you like staring at me church boy" yoongi broke the silence as he wrapped hoseok with his jacket.
the boy's cheeks flushed as he looked down, embarrassed.
"it's okay though because i like looking at you too" he continued.
"you do?..." hoseok trailed off.
"well yea, i called you a pretty boy for a reason" he huffed as he continued to draw.
"can i see what you're drawing?" he asked.
"sure"
hoseok was about to compliment yoongi on the drawing when his friends butted in.
"sorry to break up the love fest but hoseok we gotta go" jungkook said.
the boy checked his phone realizing it was midnight.
"you have to be kidding me...my parents are gonna kill me!" he gasped, throwing off the jacket.
yoongi took the chance to grab him before he darted off.
he didn't mean to hold his hand.
maybe he did.
"hey...why don't you take this?" he smirked.
hoseok gave the older male a confused look until yoongi took his pen and wrote various numbers on his arm.
"o-oh..." he stuttered.
"take this too" he said as he gave him the leather jacket.
"thank you, yoongi!" hoseok exclaimed.
it was the first time hoseok had called him yoongi since he told him to drop the "sir" that night.
yoongi liked how innocent his name sounded on the boy's tongue.
he didn't realize how long he was holding the boy's hand. his hands had such a small frame, almost delicate like.
yoongi felt like he was holding an angel.
hoseok seemed to have liked it too because he couldn't stop blushing, even if most of it was from the cold.
"yoongi i have to go..." he said, breaking the silence.
"yea.... i should go too."
"c-can we talk tomorrow?" hoseok asked softly.
"yea" yoongi smiled.
"or tonight now that you have this" he continued, pointing at the numbers on hoseok's arm.
"okay!" he smiled back.
he said goodbye as his hand slipped out of yoongi's, leaving him to only sigh and feel like he had hell back in his hands.
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hoseok tried slowly shutting the door, until it let out a loud squeak.
"hoseok!" his mom yelled, as she turned on the lights.
"by god's name, do you know how late it is?" she continued.
"i'm sorry i didn't keep track of the time" he apologized.
"well get to bed we have church tomorrow- who's jacket is that?" she cut off, pulling at the leather.
"i-it's jungkook's!" he panicked.
"okay... well goodnight" she said.
"goodnight"
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