- a fluff series dedicated to yoongi and hoseok; based off this piece of fan art
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Yoongi smiles at the slight chill in his room as he groggily sits up, stretching his sore-from-sleep muscles. Smacking his dry lips together, the male stands, running his hands through his hair as the sound of his bare feet padding against the tiles echoes in the empty house.
He emerges from the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him as the water from his hair creates puddles on the floor. Chuckling to himself, he closes his bedroom door, humming underneath his breath.
He suddenly stops, staring at himself in the mirror positioned pathetically in the corner of his now suffocating room. Drops of water run down his chest, each one being absorbed by the towel hanging loosely off his small waist.
I long for something, he realises as his eyes meet the ones of his reflection. Something more than just the company of myself. His sad gaze travels across his room, feeling ashamed of the lack of photos of family or friends. A friend? That's desirable. A lover? Impossible. Who could ever love a socially awkward freak like me? Maybe someone who sticks around no matter what. Friend, lover, whatever. As long as I can count on them. I just wish to have someone all to myself.
Yeah, that sounds nice
A few tears and a quick outfit change later, Yoongi finally leaves his room for breakfast. He tugs at the sleeves of his sweater, pulling them over his hands as he puts on a pot of coffee. He fills up a watering can while he waits, feeling anxious about the health of his plants.
He approaches a little pot plant, situated on the ledge of a window. He bought it ages ago, the plant promising a flower but nothing has yet to grow. He waters it nonetheless, refusing to give up hope on it.
Just as he finishes, the coffee pot whistles, signalling the end of its cycle. He gently places the can to the side, racing over to tend to his coffee. Once the cup has been made and is resting on the coffee table in front of the tv, he grabs the watering can from the window sill, freezing in his tracks when he notices something odd.
"Now, I must be going crazy," he murmurs, slowly turning on his heels to take another look. True to what he saw, a male sits on top of the pot, looking rather pleased with himself. Yoongi screams, raising the water can up threateningly, finding himself unable to care about the wave of water spilling from the spout.
"W-who the fuck are you?" He questions shakily, trying to calm his breathing while simultaneously trying to figure out what the hell to do. "I said, who the fuck are you?"
The man turns, flashing Yoongi the brightest smile the boy has ever seen, his grip loosening on the can as it falls to the tiles with a soft thud. Yoongi's mouth goes dry as he stammers for something more to say to the man, his mind completely going blank.
