sweeter than vanilla. ┊namseok

⤹ fem

[we meet again : five]

Starry, and dark, the sun hiding away in the clouds, as the moon began to take over. The roads were a little bit wet, dripping off window seals and flooding the roads—cars' tires splashing in it as it was spring, bringing rainy days, yet sunny.

Hoseok sighed contently, tapping his fingers on his steering wheel, bopping his head slightly to the sweet and soft music that played. He was driving to the grocery store after a tiring day of selling ice cream. He was thinking of buying bread and fruit, lasagna and meat, kimchi and rice.

He looked out of his window, gazing to his right as the water made a tear shape on the tinted glass window. He smiled as he remembered how when he was younger, he loved drawing words out on the fogged glass to make out a sentence, or even just silly things..

His car had pulled up to his local grocery store, and he pulled his key out of the car to turn it off,  opening his car door and stepping out . Humming, he walked into the store and went straight to where the shopping baskets were. Holding a tight grip on his, he thought about where to go first.

Bread, I need bread. Trailing his way over to the wheats, he bent down observing each and every item, feeling and seeing if the bread pack was going to be good for him. He stayed down there for a couple of minutes, before pulling a random pack out letting out a "whatever" and continuing his journey.

Turning on his right, he lightly collided softly with another human being's chest, rock hard but still soft enough to lay on, and he lets his eyes go wide when he feels the back of his heel to his shoe almost lose balance.

"Oops,"

"Ah, sorry, I'm-" he gains his balance, and looks up at the guy (he assumes) he had just met chests with. Hand over his heart, he gasps lightly his mouth forming a small smile of shock.

"I— okay. First, we meet at a park drinking sprite... then we meet at my parlor when you ordered the classic wonderful vanilla ice cream two days ago.. now we collide, in a store together," Hoseok says as he puts a hand to his hip. In a posture that always made Hoseok feel tall, made him in this scenario, so petite. He hasn't stood so close to the man before, his head had to be tilted up far enough that just looking straight he would meet the boys collarbones.

"Wow, yeah. You- what're you doing out this late..?"

He snorts, "shopping for food, what else what I be here for?.. I just got off of work, actually. Decided to buy myself dinner instead of takeout,"

"Mm, I see. How'd your work day go?" The other asked politely, and the two boys began to stroll down the aisles together, laughing, smiling, talking.

"Eh, it was an okay day. Got to see the casual, happy smiles of kids when they received their ice creams, but! Could've been better actually."

"Oh? Would it have been better if I had stopped by?" The taller boy takes a glance down at the shorter male, and their eyes meet.

A flirty glimpse in the others eyes catches Hoseok's attention and he shyly tucks his hair behind his hair—wow, it had grown quite a bit—focusing forward again, as he softly breathed out:

"..I-I don't know, maybe..?"

"Yeah?" He curled an eyebrow at the shorter, then looked forward also, eyes closing in the meantime and swinging his basket back and forth. "Mm. Maybe I'll come by tomorrow, would you like that..?"

"Yes. A lot."

The brown head hums, a soft smile blooming on his big, thick lips. When Hoseok looks over at him, he realizes he, too, has dimples. The cute kind of dimples that you just want to kiss oh-so badly. Because they're that cute.

Maybe I should stop staring, he thinks as he lets out a sigh. It was almost impossible to do.

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The two boys talked until they got all the items they wanted and went to buy their things. Walking out with bags in each other's hands—well, Hoseok had 8 bags while the other had 3– they continued to talk.

"Hey, let me help you get your things to your car." The other more-so demands as he sees the both of Them had stopped walking.

"Oh, no!! You- you don't have to, I can-"

"I insist, whether you want me to or~ not," the other interrupts his sentence and before he can protest, 4 bags were swooped from his grasps and he pouts. But the job was already done, as the other was waiting on Hoseok to continue walking all the way to his car.

He walked, keys in his hands while he pressed the button to open up his car trunk. They stuff the bags in gently, quickly, and Hoseok closed the trunk. Two sighs leave their lips, and they glance at each other with ear-to-ear grins.

"Thank you so much, Namjoon," he stops mid sentence as he stares at the other.

"Of course, Hoseok." The taller brown head, Namjoon tells him.

"Namjoon.." Hoseok repeats breathlessly, the name tumbling out of his mouth in such gentleness.

"Yes, that's my name. Don't wear it out," namjoon chuckles with a wink and hoseok laughs along too. "Anytime, by the way."

"Mm.. also some people call me hobi or hope. Y'know just- if, you uh. Ever wanted to call me it, too."

"I love it. A cute nickname, for a cute kid," he teases, and Hoseok sneers.

"A cute what?? Nuh-uh!! Hm, bet I'm older than you, kid." He mocks with a twinkling bright teeth grin.

"Maybe, we'll  find out someday. But not as tall as me, kid."

"Fine. You win, you big giant."

They laugh together gingerly, eyes lit up.

"Well, I hope to see you tomorrow, Namjoonie! See you."

"Look forward to seeing me, hope."

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when your story is absolute ASSSS. but i've been thinking abt vkook do any of y'all even like them 👀🤡