lunch: 12:53
hoseok the brunette searches for his wallet. he checks the smaller pocket out of three sections of his kanken. his hands slips and dips in each for a black leather wallet.
the wallet cost a lot and it contains his id, debit card and etc. a gucci wallet from his close friend taehyung. luckily, he feels the smooth leather of the wallet.
a smile stretches across his face. the man zips up his bag and slings it over his right shoulder. he walks briskly to his destination. his plan is to reach the food hall before "lunch traffic".
what is "lunch traffic", you might ask. lunch traffic is when a lot of students overcrowd the food hall on a certain day, depending on what type of lunch is served. well, today is spicy shrimp tteokbokki or spicy shrimp rice cake.
on rare occasions, the lunch staff makes this dish with seafood and a special sauce. the sauce reminds him of how his grandfather used to cook. hoseok's mouth waters because of the nostalgic memory.
the young man runs to the emergency stairs and he dashes from the fourth floor to the ground floor without stopping. the echos of his feet pounding on stairs halts as he sees a crowd of people hurry to get on line. his heart stops when he sees a huge line stretching to the west wing.
everyone left class a few minutes early. he sighs and hurry to the food court a couple of blocks near the school's gym. hoseok starts his journey.
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the brunette hums a tune from a sort've popular song. he spots the small food truck in the distance. hoseok jogs quickly then halts. panting softly when he tries to catch his breath.
"hello, the special is spicy shrimp-"
"-tteokbokki?" hoseok gasps.
"mhm, no?" the woman laughs half-heartedly, "but it's on the regular menu."
"can I have a large spicy shrimp tteokbokki with a small special?"
"you want jjamppong?"
hoseok smiles,"yeah but only with shrimp."
"okay. can you wait for fifteen minutes?"
"sure."
he watches her cook his two meals and again his mouth waters. she bags his meals and hands him his change. hoseok carefully walks to the school gym.
his trek to gym was painful. the smell of food makes his stomach growl more and more. once, the dark brown haired man curses in thanks. he plops on the bleachers.
he places his food down along with his bag. hoseok pulls out a laptop and searches for the british netflix show, "sex education". a boom echos from the laptop's speakers.
the tan boy eats his small soup before he touches his precious tteokbokki. a loud thump vibrates through the metals of the bleachers. then, a small blonde man drops on his lap.
the boy's eyes wide and glossy. his cheeks glows more than rudolph's nose. hoseok breath hitches when the boy lets out a whimper.
"fuck. im sorry-"
hoseok smiles,"no, it's fine. are you okay?"
"um, y-yeah but are you okay. im not light as feather." the boy laughs as he sits up on hoseok's lap.
"eh, you have solid weight but not that heavy. what's your name?"
"im yoongi but you can call me whatever you want."
"hoseok or hobi.." he smiles at yoongi,"want some tteokbokki?"
"uh sure... from the hall?"
"no from a cool food truck near the school's gym." hoseok says as he adjust whole yoongi is on his lap.
"oh. are you comfortable with me on your-"
hoseok interjects,"-nah, its fine."
yoongi laughs as hobi pulls out the tteokbokki. the two laughs at the english show as two episodes went by. time flew by and it's time for hoseok's final class.
"hey shortie-"
"-im not short."
"welp, i have another in five minutes. put in your number and we could hang out again."
the smaller boy takes hoseok's phone as he packs his bag.
yoongi🎴- xxx-xxx-xxxx
"i'll text you later. bye, shortie."
