yoongi shrinks on the leather seats of the diner. he chose the chicken place near their dorm, just because it just opened and offers great deals, he likes to stay on a budget, as if he can't fucking buy the whole place but that's for another day since capitalism ain't gonna win him.
a few minutes later (which felt like hundreds of years for yoongi), the waiter finally hands him the menu with a very much needed glass of water. he stares at the obnoxiously green clock that hangs near his table, jusy five more minutes before hoseok arrives. yoongi swore he isn't shaking, just slightly trembling, he folds his hands into fists, firm and clammy.
his eyes shifted from the wall clock then to his watch over and over, as if time would possibly change its phase in his favor. he watches people start to fill the place, as dinner comes near for, well, maybe the whole town? who knows.
not too long after, he sighs, yoongi wants a milkshake, a strawberry milkshake, but preferably hoseok's milkshake and he wants it as soon as possible.
he's too much of a coward to say that out loud though.
the pale man hid himself behind the enormous menu, lips pouting in boredom. he isn't really someone made for waiting, especially when his phone is dead as his soul—which is actually very bright and sparkly but with no energy.
a gentle pat on the shoulde startles poor yoongi. he slowly peeks through the menu in front of him, a creeping smile unconsiously grows on his lips as his eyes met an angel, his sunshine and his very own business partner.
"hey hyung," the younger greets with a cheery voice- damn that's adorable, yoongi thought. he feel the younger's warmth buzzing from his fingertips, sending giddy tingles through his veins. hoseok shows pf his heart-shaped grin and settles himself beside yoongi.
maybe yoongi melted just alittle bit in the inside.
he then took the menu from the shorter man and scanned his eyes through it, fingers pointing at various dishes he sets as an option. "anything you want in mind?" he looks up at yoongi, asking.
"nothing but you," he blurts out, quicker than any bar he'd spit. hoseok smiles at him, not with the same beautiful-bubbly-cheery grin though, he smiled at him like a lunatic.
yoongi holds the embarrassing noise from the back of his throat and purses his lips before chugging down his glass of now just slightly warm water.
holy fuck; gotta clench some thirst.
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LATE NIGHTS & WARM HUGS (MYG/JHS)
Fanfiction"what time is it?" "time to accept my love for you, dimwit." min yoongi just wants to cuddle and sleep and finally tell mr. jung-dense-hoseok how he feels for the longest time. --- started: 181126 finished: 181231 note: under editing. also, this...
