𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝘆 ➼ 𝘆𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗸

[ 02 ]

[lower case intended ] 

the waiting room was spacious, the scent of hand sanitizer floated and the only thing in hoseok's sight was a table with magazines on top of it. tapping his foot impatiently, he watched the clock move, hearing each tick as seconds passed by. 

distorted sounds of people's conversations rang throughout his ear, his patience was running out quickly. he scanned the room, trying to find the person that dragged him here and seokjin was talking to the receptionist at the front.

"never backs down from flirting, huh?" hoseok whispers to himself, deadpanning at seokjin who didn't seem to notice his redhead friend at all. 

with hoseok's patience running out, he groaned in annoyance loudly, calling for seokjin. the elder looked at him and waved goodbye to the receptionist, blowing him a kiss. 

"text me later, joonie." 

pursing his lips, hoseok looked at his hyung with disgust as seokjin took a seat next to him, sighing dreamily, staring at the purple-haired receptionist. 

"can you fucking not? i get second-hand embarrassment just seeing that." hoseok snapped, averting his eyes away as seokjin let out a light chuckle, slapping his knee in the process. "liven up a little, hobi. you only live once am i right? and that cutie at the front desk already has my heart." seokjin smiled, still earning distasteful looks from the younger. 

minutes which seemed like hours to hoseok, passed by until the purple-haired receptionist that seokjin was flirting with has walked up to the both of them, clipboard in hand. 

"mr.min will be seeing you now," he speaks up, dimples poking out as he flashed them a smile. seokjin nudges hoseok to stand up while his eyes were glued on the receptionist, doing so, hoseok stands up, grimacing as he saw seokjin still staring at the receptionist. 

"well, i don't know if you knew, but this old man has a crush on you," hoseok whispers, making the receptionist laugh. seokjin scoffed in response as hoseok was guided to another room, he heard seokjin yell 'i'm not that old' in the distance which made him laugh. 

"just wait here and mr.min will be right with you." 

"thank you." hoseok bowed his head as he watched the receptionist left, closing the door behind him. hoseok was led into a small but spacious room, there was a black couch and a desk with a name plaque resting on the desk, with 'Min Yoongi' plastered in bold. 

with a heavy sigh, hoseok plopped himself on the black couch, waiting for his said therapist. he just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible, though he may not have many things to do on the weekend, it wouldn't kill to start taking photos again, especially when he's not working. 

hoseok clouded himself with thoughts, tapping his feet impatiently and his eyes scanning the room. he was soon interrupted by the door opening, revealing a silver-haired man in a suit, clipboard in hand. 

"jung hoseok?" 

the redhead's eyes were glued onto the therapist, everything about him was stunning. hoseok has never seen someone with such beauty, his body proportions were beyond his comprehension. hoseok was just absolutely stunned by the way his therapist looked, he'd be a model for hoseok.

"you're beautiful."