Yoongi always liked music, ever since he was young music was his ambition, rapping, writing, making his own music. He loved every bit of it, his parents, however, did not like it, they wanted him to be a lawyer or a doctor, meet a lovely lady and get married. They didn't know yoongi liked guys, nor would they approve, but he didn't care he just carried on being himself the way he liked it, he couldn't help but notice a loneliness in his life that hung around him like fog, it didn't really bother him before but now 21 and living that adult life he couldn't help but wish he had someone to hold, to call his own.
Mondays. Yoongi hated Mondays, it reminded him of the sleep he would miss out on and, work god did he hate work, stacking the storage shelves in the bar he would at, serving rude people who think they were above everyone, he hated it with a passion, but it paid the bills so he couldn't complain too much. Yoongi slowly dragged himself out of bed, stumbling a little as he did, the first thing on his list this morning was coffee, that hot cup of caffeinated goodness, Yoongi did not rise and shine, he caffeinated and hoped for the best. Finishing his drink he stood up and slowly walked to the bathroom, as he stood in the shower he wondered if anything would be different today or would it just be the same old shit it always was, then he remembered the boy he met at the bus stop and his heart skipped a beat, he smiled as he remembered how beautiful he was, an actual angel, what was his name he thought to himself, jimin ah that was it, cute name for a cute guy, shit Yoongi he cursed its too early for gay thoughts he chuckled, he stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel and making his way to his room to find some clothes, he would probably wear black again, it hid coffee stains easily so black was the best choice, throwing on his shirt and black trousers he quickly checked the time "fuck" he said loudly, if he didn't hurry up he would be late, grabbing his bag and hat he scrambled to get out of the door and make his way to the bus stop. He got there just as the bus pulled up, after a few minutes he got on seeing many of the seats were taken, he spotted the blond beauty, Jimin, carefully making his way down the aisle he turned to the boy his voice in a slight whisper, "do you mind if I sit here?" he asked politely the blonde boy smiled at him "no not at all" he said sweetly, yoongi died a bit on the inside at how cute his voice was, carefully sitting down next him, he turned to Jimin "thank you" he said shyly "no worries" the blonde replied, yoongi's heart fluttered, all the way from his first stop to the last.
when the time came for him to get off the bus, he felt a little sad, he liked sitting next to jimin, they didn't talk but the silence was comfortable and he felt somewhat happy, as he went to press the bell, he noticed jimin scrambling around for something, he handed him a piece of paper with a phone number on it, "text me" he said smiling, Yoongi took the paper and carefully put it in his pocket, smiling to jimin before he walked towards the doors of the bus, and out into the cold, feeling warmer than he did before.
work was slow today, so he spent most of it on his phone, debating whether to text jimin or not, he was oddly nervous, perhaps it was because a gorgeous boy had given him their number, after going through the pros and cons of texting him in his head he finally decided to send him a message.
(bold is Yoongi)
sent 12:45
hey, its Yoongi the guy from the bus you gave your number too.
hey, your the boy with the pretty eyes right?
er yeah, how are you?
I'm good just really bored wbu?
same work is really slow today, I get to leave soon though
that's good I'm stuck in class though
wait how old are you?
im 19 hbu?
21 im your hyung
haha you're old
respect your elder's child
haha ok, old man, anyway I wondered if you wanted to go for a coffee after work and I finish the class?
that would be great let me know when and where.
okay cool, see u soon.
yoongi smiled to himself after he read their messages, he couldn't wait to properly meet the blonde beauty that made his heart flutter.
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Flower boy.
FanfictionYou are my flower boy, I will love you with all my energy and breath, you make me whole flower boy.