BTS ONESHOTS - b X b

Strawberries & Cigarettes (Sope)

"Light my cigarette," it had broken the silence. hoseok lightly gasps in surprise and glances beside him. he had recognized the man from around town. he quickly takes out his lighter, accidentally dropping candy wrappers onto the cold cement. he flicks the lighter, letting out a breath when he successfully lights the cancer stick. the streetlight shines brightly over them, slightly burning hoseok's retinas. the man silently sits next to him, sprawling out on the bench and inhales a long drag of the cigarette.

hoseok awkwardly sits, uncomfortably scrunching in his spot. "So,.." the unknown man begin, blowing out smoke. he glances at hoseok. "what's a kid your age doin' out here all alone?" hoseok side-eyes him, clearing his throat. "if you're a paedophile I'm not gonna answer your question," it was silent for a few seconds, the man nodding thoughtfully before flicking the cancerous item away, standing up and stomping on it. "It was just a question, kid. but okay,"

hoseok nods, glancing back to the ground before springing up and following him. "wait, sir," he calls out, running to the dark clothed man. he had black hair, a black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and black boots. hoseok would mistake him for an emo boy if he hadn't looked close enough. "i-i just wanted to get out of the house, it's crowded," the male nods, still facing forward as they walk forward. hoseok stiffly strolls beside him. the male stops, staring at hoseok for a while. hoseok stops as well. he begins to feel small in his gaze, and shifts on his feet. the stranger shakes his head. "aren't you still in school? and why are you following me?"

hoseok's stomach burns in anxiety as he's given unwanted attention. he scuffs his shoes against the ground. "I dunno," he quietly answers.

the other scoffs before making his way further down the street. "go home, kid"  hoseok grumbles something incoherent, but soon runs after him again. "but sir--" "Yoongi." hoseok widens his eyes. "but yoongi--" "ya know what, I think I like sir better, sayin' "Yoongi" makes it seem like you know me," yoongi says, hoseok rolling his eyes. "Yoongi," he emphasizes, the older scoffing. "don't you need a lighter?" yoongi's face was unreadable, and it looked like he was thinking. hoseok lightly smiles.

yoongi waves his hand in dismissal. "No, I'll just steal one from a gas station," and starts walking away. hoseok watches him with great amusement when the elder stops a few yards away from him, cigarette in his hand. his shoulders slump, and although hoseok couldn't see his face, he knew that the man had an annoyed expression. he slightly turns around. "Hey, kid--" "Hoseok," hoseok interrupts, making his way over to the dark clothed emo-looking male. "hey Hoseok--" yoongi repeats, but hoseok was quick to cut him off again. "You know what, I think I like kid better, saying "Hoseok" makes it seem like you know me," hoseok mocks, yoongi showing a slightly impressed expression. he starts walking again. "Come on, Hoseok, aren't ya comin'?"

Yoongi leads him to a small gas station. hoseok almost walked in when Yoongi threw a rock at the window, effectively shattering it. Hoseok gasps loudly. "Yoongi, what the hell?!" he whispers shouts. Yoongi smirks and shrugs. "I need a lighter. I can't keep coming to you whenever I need a smoke," he explains, not at all fazed when his boots crunch over glass shards. Hoseok watches him step through the window. he quickly follows him, grimacing at the sound of broken glass crack under his feet. Yoongi waves him over, a cigarette in his mouth. he inspects the lighters on display. "we gotta make this quick, the cops will be here in a few minutes," Yoongi explains. he looks at the younger. "which one should I choose?" Hoseok scoffs and rolls his eyes. "I don't know why you're choosing when you can just grab one and go," hoseok whispers, narrowing his eyes at Yoongi's deadpan expression. Yoongi takes a breath in and turns back to the display. "so black or grey?"

hoseok groans. "black, now come on," he subconsciously grabs Yoongi's hand, racing out of the gas station and running through many alleyways as he hears the wail of the sirens. the high schooler leads them behind a dumpster, peering around the metal corner and into the opening of the alley. he hears the police come closer, holding his breath when they come closer. Yoongi lights a cigarette, lightly chuckling. "what's it like knowing that you're going to jail over a lighter?" he murmurs, a teasing smile on his face as he smugly inhales the carcinogens.