The smell of flowers and coffee (Completed)

Chapter 2

We are breathing

While you're sleeping, go, (Go!)And leave us aloneThe liars cheatingOur hearts beating, go, (Go!)And now you're on your own

-Black Veil Brides -Perfect weapon

Hongjoong laid on his bed while brainstorming ideas for future projects. However, sadly, he began to get a tiny bit stuck. His mind were filled with flowers in all colors and a smiling polite waiter with red hair.

He were actually quite cute when thinking of it. A very tall cutie though. Beside Hongjoongs small frame, he could almost appear as a giant. Hongjoong looked around the room where the mess this were everywhere. Litter, abandoned sketches and clothes were laying everywhere. Maybe he should begin to clean up a bit? Maybe it would help his mind too. He were sure he had read about something similar somewhere. Mindful cleaning. Well what the heck lets get to it he said to himself.

He threw the pencil and the sketchbook on the bed and began from one corner to another, finding things he thought he had lost and things he were sure he never should see again.

As the mess began to disappear so did his cloudy mind. Wonderful. But he were sure that this might be a rare thing that would happen.

When the room were almost the most presentable it had been for a year, he sat down and looked over his accomplishment. He sighed and laid back on his also now clean bed.

All this cleaning was using all of his energy. Being neat took its energy. Maybe a nap would be great. He began getting comfortable and closed his eyes ready for his well-earned nap.

That until his phone rang.

"God Damnit" he breathed out why now of all times? This guy just wanted something as simple as a nap.

Hongjoong sat up and looked at his phone, which still rang taunting.

"Hello...?" he said, tired being written all over his face and voice.

"HYUNG! HYUNG! HYUN! HYUNG!" San yelled in the other end of the phone. Hongjoong sighed a little, though with a small smile visible. His brother had always been the type to be VERY excited over the small things. He was clearly the younger one even though they only had a year between their birthdays.

"Yes San?" Hongjoong said while rubbing his eyes.

"Jongho and I thought of meeting up and thought we would invite you too. You don't have a choice because I know you don't have anything better to do. Jongho's house at 3. Come."

Hongjoong didn't even get to answer before the line went dead. A typical San thing to do.

*

Jongho was a friend they both met while they studied. All of them studied the arts. Hongjoong art and design, San dance and Jongho photography.

Hongjoong were on the way to San's dance studio at the time, hands full of sketches and pencils. Earphones blasting a new album by Black Veil Brides (Yes Hongjoong weren't grown out of the emo phase. And he weren't even thinking about ever getting out of it. sorry not sorry) while he sang along with the song "Perfect Weapon" and being lost in his own thoughts, he didn't see that a younger male were right in front of him. That he realized too late. With a large thud, he suddenly fell right on his bottom.

"Hey look where you are going" He huffed out rubbing his now bruised bottom, while collecting his papers and standing up.

"I-I-I'm so sorry Hyung. I was in a hurry" The young boy said standing stiffly before Hongjoongs eyes. He looked frightened. And when Hongjoong looked behind the young boy, he saw why. The most awful kids stood and watched them, looking like feral hounds ready to devour the poor kid. You should know that, at that time, Jongho were quite small and not that strong.

Hongjong could quickly put 2 and 2 together and choose to act quick, because god knows what the larger bullies would do as soon as the poor kid were alone. Hongjoong had been there himself. Bullies could be found everywhere and in different types. But they all somehow had a thing for people who they found standing out from the norms. And apparently creative studies were out of their norm of how boys should act. Pathetic. The bullies not the bullied.

"Ah its okay. I was looking for you so we could go together to San's studio. Luckily I ran into you (quite literally) before I gave up and just send you a message" Hongjoong said while grabbing the hand of the young and very confused kid. The kid followed him without complaint though. When they walked past the awful bunch, the group muttered wrongful remarks like "pussy" "faggots" and such. Hongjoong simply rolled his eyes of the stupidity. How childish could a person actually be? The answer were pretty clear though.

When arriving at the studio Hongjoong looked around to check if the coast were clear. He decided that it was safe enough and turned around to a kid with a bowlcut and eyes still looking frightened around the hallway.

"Your name?" Hongjoong asked the boy.

"J-J-Jongh-o-o" The boy now known as Jongho stuttered.

"Hi Jongho. The name is Hongjoong" Hongjoong said with a nod with the head.

"Thank you for the help. I owe you!" Jongho began looking a bit more relaxed now knowing that Hongjoong might be someone he could trust.

"And may I ask. Who is San?" The younger asked.

"ah that's me!" A third person almost yelled. A sweaty San has appeared giving his brother a tight hug, much to Hongjoongs dismay.

"Ew! Could you not!?" He whisper yelled.

"No. its called love. Sweaty or not. TAKE. MY. LOVE... Please!" San said with a small pout on his face.

"Thank you....I guess. San this is Jongho. Jongho this is San. Be friends" Hongjoong said while checking if his sketches were intact after the impact of running into the younger boy.

And that is basically how they met. Weird and hastily but hey, that's how it is sometimes.

AAAAANNNNDD that was chapter 2. A tiny back story about how the brothers met Jongho.

Hope it weren't too bad hehehehe

- Krystalpigen