As the lunch bell rang, Yoongi walked to the bench by the field, where he had spent every lunch for the entirety of his time at the school. This lunch was different, however, as someone was there to spend it with him.
"Hey." Hoseok smiled, his cheeks dusted a light pink.
Yoongi smiled back, sitting on the bench, next to Hoseok. "Hi."
They were silent for a while, Yoongi enjoying the comforting sound of nothing, pleasant against his ears. Hoseok, however, was screaming internally, feeling awkward and unsure of what to say.
After a while of this internal gaucherie, Hoseok splurted out the first thing he could think of- desperate to break the silence.
"So, er, do people always treat you like those guys did?"
"Like how?" Yoongi turned to face Hoseok, inquisitively.
"Like mean, cunty idiots."
Hoseok had somewhat meant it as a joke but Yoongi stared almost blankly, nothing but a gentle smile on his face.
"I think they like to pick on me because I'm smarter than them, at least that's what my mum says."
Hoseok couldn't help but smile. "I'd have to agree with your mum there."
The peaceful silence returned, Hoseok yet again scrambling for a conversation starter.
"So, what do you wanna be when you're older?"
Yoongi though for a moment, before answering. "I think I'd like to produce music. I think music is my favourite thing in the world."
Hoseok smiled, turning his whole body to face Yoongi now, cross-legged on the bench.
"Me too! What's your favourite style of music?" He asked, leaning his head against his arm, gazing lovingly at Yoongi.
"I think rap, or R&B. I like music with lots of rhythm. And music with good flow."
Hoseok grinned. "No way! Rap's my favourite type of music ever. Do you rap yourself, or just listen?"
Yoongi seemed to smile at the idea of rap. "I love to rap, it's like talking, but way, way better. And no-one has to respond."
Hoseok smiled. "Yeah."
They talked about music, laughing together, for the rest of the lunch break, Yoongi sharing Hoseok's cucumber sticks.
"I like these." He smiled, "Because they're not like carrots. They're soft."
"You don't like hard food?"
"Mainly crunchy food. That's the worst. I hate the noise, it's just-" Instead of finishing his sentence, he grimaced at the thought. Hoseok giggled.
As the bell rang, they rose to walk to lessons, Hoseok's bag accidentally hitting Yoongi in the arm. He gasped.
"Oh fuck, sorry!!" Hoseok yelped, jumping to hug Yoongi tightly around his arm- which was responded to with Yoongi pushing Hoseok off.
"Please." He winced. "I hate tight hugs and hard touch."
Hoseok's brows raised in worry. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry Yoongi, I should've asked." He smiled gently, rubbing his arm now much softer than before.
"You should've, but that's okay." He smiled.
"Is this too hard?" Hoseok asked tentatively as he hugged Yoongi loosely.
"No." Yoongi smiled. "Just right."
