sweeter than vanilla. ┊namseok

⤹ to

[his brown eyes : two]

Hoseok finds himself sitting at a bench in the park, drinking on some sprite that he had brought from his car. He has his head tilted back, eyes closed, and ears wide open to the sound of birds chirping, the wind, and the happy yells from feet away as kids swung from the swing sets. Some slid down the slide with happy smiles, it made Hoseok remember himself. But it wasn't the only thing he could remember.

      All he could think about was earlier. No, not his dad fucking his stepdad. the part about finding a new lover, and about his past love. He felt like he couldn't escape himself from the man he once loved, every little thing he saw seemed to remind him of it. He let a sigh drag from his lips, his brow furrowing.

He hears the grass crunching hardly as if someone is stomping over his way, but he keeps his eyes shut, trying to be unbothered by the loud noises interrupting his reveries and peace. He yelped slightly when he felt the person plunge himself down on the bench, sighing with their hair half-covering his face. Hoseok looks over to them, quite worried why they had made such a fuss coming to sit. bad day, maybe.

He took a longer glance at the now-known-as-a-man and his outfit. He was well built, strong enough to crush him? Yes. He was wearing Nike shoes with some grey sweats, topping it off with a white shirt. the man was basic looking but still looked so... enticingly beautiful. He looked further down to see he, also, was drinking a sprite. it made him smile a bit.

He looked away, feeling all too much like a creep, just glaring, so he stopped. Looking back at the kid swinging. The quietness would have been pleasing if only the man next to him didn't seem so tense or stressed.

He wanted to talk to the person, and so he squeaked: "Uh... q-quite the day, huh?" He felt like that was the most idiotic thing to say, but he felt like it was alright for now. He turned his head to see that the man also did, they're eyes gazing at one another.

Cool, he also has dark brown eyes.

"Quite the day, yeah. Just not the happiest," Hoseok smiled softly. This boy was kind of cute.

"Ah.. may I ask you, why..? You don't seem all too happy.." he asked with a pout and tapped his fingers against the soda can which made it cling together.

"Toxicity." the guy said, shaking his head as he closed his eyes. The other gasped slightly because he and the guy could relate at somewhat of a point.

"Oh, toxic ness... relationship toxicity that leads to heartbreak?."

"You know it. Love is a fat, cock munching, bitch sometimes."

"Heh. Glad we can relate to that." The bench filled with two men both smiled at one another, chuckling softly.

Hoseok attracted himself back to the sprite the other was holding, "sprite lover too, eh?"

"Yeah, other than coke lover," he glanced down at his and Hoseok's sprite and smiled. "looks like we're both drinking the same thing."

—

Hoseok skipped his way home with a joyous smile, his dimples peeking out from his cheeks, his hair and clothing getting a gush of the breeze from the fall-winter. he was getting back from meeting his new friend- he learned that the male's name was Namjoon.

Very fitting, and he had already found the perfect nickname: namjyoon. Not TOO shabby, eh? Whatever. Namjoon was going to grow to love the nickname. The boy had a very boop-able nose and was sure when they grew close enough or met again, he would 100% boop it again.

His feet met the doormat to his door, bending over to get the key under it. Humming, he jammed it in, the doorknob turning. he entered the door0 and yelped. What played, or rather, stood in front of Hoseok was his dear friend Jimin, hands out bent slightly to portray claws, mouth held open with a scowl as he yelled out, "BOO!"

And, yeah. Hoseok nearly shat himself.

"Jimin, what in the-?!"

"Camping by the door for probably one whole hour was surely worth it! With the reaction you gave? Aah, perfect."

"Go burn in hell, Jimin."

The two began throwing pillows at one another, a roughly big one targeted straight at Hoseok's nose. He thought he had lost it when it started hurting.

Staying up all night probably wasn't the best since hoseok had work the next day.

So, for the rest of the night the two lads sat down eating brownies Jimin was forced to make for making his hyung slouch on the couch with an ice pack to his nose.