7
younggi lets down the poster from up the window of yoonjin's apartment, and hoseok's kind of embarrassed to read it because of how cheesy it is.
yoongi stares at the poster for a little while, before bursting out into light laughter, voice muffled by his black scarf. he wobbles as he does so, and it's so adorable, like watching a ship rock back and forth or a bowling pin about to fall. he turns back to hoseok, eyes crinkled up and hoseok swears he can see the gummy smile through the scarf, and hoseok is holding his breath while yoongi takes gradual steps closer, eyes half-shut and trying to pretend like he wasn't staring at yoongi the whole time.
oh my god, he's so close, hoseok wails silently. the older boy tucks two fingers into his scarf and tugs it down to reveal chapped lips, bitten lightly in a poor attempt to hide a radiant smile. yoongi leans in closer to him, so close that he can see the dark circles under his eyes and the cheeks painted a bright pink, and the smile lines etched at the corners of his mouth. "i like you too, hoseok," he says softly, and just like that, he pulls away, scarf adjusted back over his mouth and the tip of his nose.
namjoon whoops loudly before hoseok can say anything, waving his phone around as he swings around the pole like some super jolly stripper. "this is going to go viral!" he beams, a million-watt grin tugging upwards on his lips. it launches a domino effect, as the others gradually begin to yell and shout "congrats", the devil triplets sending googly eyes over at them, whipping out their phones and snapping pictures like crazy.
help hoseok ask out yoongi because it has been 349023 years
Kim Taehyung
WOWOW DISPATCH
Park Jimin
Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi caught together on a date !!! See what netizen have to say !!!!
Jeon Jeongguk
i h8 this ship yoongigo deserves 2 be with me ;(
Kim Jongin
wOWOW SCANDALOUS hObi ;;;;000000
idiots.
the mint-haired boy looks thoroughly embarrassed, seeking refuge behind the tree, eyes glancing over to hoseok quizzically. wow, hoseok's so fuckin whpped cause yoongi looks like a literal angel that fell from the sky. his soulmate. unfortunately, their celebration is cut short by the dropping of the poster, followed by a text:
younggi
hey uh newsflash seokjin is grumbling about the noise outside and hes coming into my room and ranting to me about how annoyed he is
he might look outside the window
: )))))))
eyes wide hoseok, grabs yoongi by the arm and (lightly) drags him to the far left of the apartment entrance, hiding beneath it as both yoongi and namjoon give him a perplexed stare. seokjin, he mouths, and it's enough for namjoon to understand.
"what the fuck, hoseok—"
"listen, i—" he pauses, trying to find the right way to word...this. "okay, um. i really like you, and you like me, but. i can't date you yet," oh god, yoongi's scrunching his eyebrows, shit, fuck, "because i made this promise to seokjin that i'd wait like, half a year before making a move on you."
"...why?"
"i don't know, like, he was just super protective over you, and he thought i would be a dick or something—"
"are you a fuckboy, or something?" yoongi tilts his head to the side. "should i be wary of you?"
"no!" hoseok raises his voice, squeaking lightly. the older male stifles laughter, to his dismay. "i'm a cool person, i swear, i think seokjin was just super mom-like or whatever, that's all. we can, uh, officially, date in a month...unless you don't want to yet! then that's cool, too , i just. i just wanted to say—"
"that you like me." yoongi finishes in an amused tone. "you never fail to surprise me, jung hoseok. it's kind of. cute, i guess."
cute, i guess.
c u t e , i g u e s s .
c u t e .
hoseok wants to shriek.
"haha," hoseok laughs offhandedly, trying to cough out the blush in his cheeks.
yoongi giggles, his eyes squinting into crescent moons, and hoseok can't help but do the same. two dumbasses, standing under the yellow light of the lamppost at 6:30 pm, staring at each other and just giggling like highschool crushes saying "i love you".
》》
it's ten pm, and hoseok still can't stop thinking about yoongi all bundled up in his black scarf, all smiles and shit as he stood under the lamppost. just the thought of him saying "i like you too, hoseok" sends him spazzing on the bed, tossing and turning in glee.
he thinks about yoongi grinning, eyes crinkled up as his face is swallowed by a scarf, and shit, god, hoseok can't sleep. not when the cutest thing in the whole wide world was basically beaming at him, eyes sparkling like some pint-sized fairy. flipping himself over onto his stomach, he grabs his phone and contemplate if he should really do this, before following through.
cactus boy
hi : )
hi
how??? is yoongi??? so calm??? he wonders. just a simple hi, no emojis, no extra letters, hoseok just doesn't understand he supposed he, too, should calm down.
SO
i mean
so
how are you
hoseok, you literally just told me you liked me a couple hours ago and now you're attempting small talk?
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY
good night, because it's 12 am?
he wants to scream.
oh
okay pretend i didn't say anything
are you going to bed soon? :)
you're such a dork i can't believe i actually like you.
hoseok screenshots the text message, before dropping his phone onto the bed and emitting small, muffled squeaks of enthusiasm. icantbelieveiactuallylikeouicantbelieveiactuallylikeyou hoseok want to type back i can't believe you actually like me, too but that might come off a little stranger and really, he doesn't want to make yoongi like him a little less than before. so he lift his head back up, inhales deeply, and puffs out his chest.
i mean, most people can't resist my charm, so it's nothing new.
what charm.
um?? a lot of people swoon when i rap or dance or water plants? it's called the jung hoseok effect.
i just snorted.
hoseok doesn't recall hearing yoongi snort, but he bets it'd sound pretty cute.
c h a r m i n g.
don't mock me!
i'm being earnest, i swear! ;(
sure.
anyways, it's late, why aren't you asleep, yoongs?
i was about to, honestly.
oh !!!! did i interrupt your beauty sleep?
"beauty sleep" you really know how to make me laugh, jung. i'm just tucked in bed and on my phone, that's all.
what you wearing ;)
I'M KIDDING
I SWeAr
wow, hoseok. trying to get me to send nudes?
NO itS A JOKE
okay hold on.
No
NO
YOONGI IM REALLY KIDDING
DONT SEND EM ANTHING
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
oh god, what if he actually sends one and gets the wrong idea that hoseok is just some perv trying to get into his pants when really, he's not, he's just trying to make yoongi laugh but it backfired and then he tells seokjin and seokjin gets super huffy and hugs hoseok and crushes his bones and pops out his eyes so that he can never hold or look at yoongi again all because he attempted to make a joke
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should he press it? should he not? but what if it actually is nudes, and hoseok's going to feel awkward because he won't know what to say? or what if it's the middle finger and now yoongi's disgusted at him? maybe he can ask namjoon to open it for him, but then again, hoseok shouldn't expose yoongi's nude if it really is a nude, so fuck it, he opens it, annnnnd
what.
are you getting heated already boy, wow.
i can't see the image
what do you mean
it's just black. it won't load.
what did you expect; the lights are off.
...OH
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
you're so dorky, hoseok.
anyways, i'm going to bed.
good night; sleep tight.
don't overthink, you silly idiot.
you got me good, yoongs. ;( i panicked for a second.
goOD NIGHT YOONGS <3 SlEEP WELL
DREAM OF ME : ) : ) : )
we'll see.
hoseok emits an inaudible screech, a small "aaa" sliding out slowly as he falls back into his pillows, body writhing around like a dead fish. pulling up the covers to hide his face, he can't help but ugly giggle into them, flailing around at the thought of yoongi lying in his own bed, texting hoseok with a cute cute cute smile on his face. god, he's so into yoongi, he can't even imagine life before yoongi anymore.
"good night, yoongs," he whispers at the phone, before setting it down gingerly and patting it a couple times.
》》
B☆ANGT☆N SQU☆D
T
so jeongguk
whats with u and that register boy ;)
JE0N
who
jihuahua
THE GUY YOU WERE ALL OOGLING AT @ THE SUPERMARKET
JE0N
that's just my coworker omg stop
jihuahua
you two look cute together ;;;:::)
SKJN3000
who changed my name
JE0N
we found your overwatch username hyung it's so lame
T
stop tryin to avoid the topic
smh @Kim Seokjin our maknae is hittin up this guy at the supermarket and you're just paying attention to him
Hosucc
do i smell an otp : )
SKJN3000
wait
JE0N
oh my god stop it
SKJN3000
did you say you work at a supermarket
JE0N
yeah!!! i just got a job at beansprouts
SKJN3000
IS THAT THE ORGANIC MARKET
JE0n
yeah?????????? y????
SKJN3000
DO EMPLOYERS GET DISCOUNTS
JE0N
uh
like 20% off??? total bill each time??
SKJN3000
HOOK ME UP I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER
T
we were supposed to discuss about jeon finally growing up and getting a boy and you're here talking about food. ur so shall0w hyung.
yoongo
what did you expect.
JE0N
hyung we havent seen u all morning whre u at
yoongo
i'm dropping my sister off at the train station with my parents
@Jung Hoseok check your dms from her??
also, change my name.
T has changed yoongo's name to yoongogo power rangers!
yoongogo power rangers!
i hate you.
min younggi
hoseok-ssi
hoseok-ssi
hoseok-sssi
what
treat my brother well
if you make him sad i will find you and hurt you i know your phone number already
jesus younggi chill
make sure he eats and sleep especially during finals
also you're really bad at flirting step up ur game hosock ssi
but yeah im on my way home
but that doesnt mean we'll be far away forever
i heard you major in botany
give me tips
i'll be your apprentice in the future
wdym,,,,
didn't yoongi tell u????????????
i applied as a major in environmental engineering here
but i'm thinking of changing/minoring in botany : )
》》
Joon
so
i'm on a predate with seokjin right
yes
how r u doing
i got coupons to a steakhouse so we go and you know seokjin
seokjin loves meat so i was planning to ask him out here
why do i have a bad feeling
okay
we sit at the table
i'm like: two special sirloins please
and he just shakes his head and goes:
"i'm sorry, can i have this soup salad shit instead of MY GO TO MEAT AND THE COUPON THAT GOES WITH IT"
are you mad over the coupon or seokjin asking for a salad because i can't tell
BOTH
but mostly seokjin
boi decides to go all vegan all of a sudden at a fucking STEAKHOUSE and IM SITTING HERE WITH MY sirloin and he looks so awkward with his salad im kind of miserable rn hoseok
this is straight up an awful predate
it's ok i believe in u joon u can pull through
no i can't i want to melt into the ground im so embaressed if only i knew earlier
there's a knock on the door, causing hoseok to perk up in curiosity as he walks over. "hi, ho—yoongi?"
he stands, face swallowed by his hoodie. undoing his drawstring, hoseok's heart swells up at the sight of yoongi's pink cheeks and nose, courtesy of the cold weather. "seokjin's gone vegan or some shit, the house is full of organic crap, and we have no meat."
"...so..."
"did you have dinner yet?"
(so hoseok might've scarfed down two bowls of rice and a bowl of ramen half an hour earlier, but yoongi doesn't need to know that.) "no, i was just about to go ea—"
"good," he quips, sliding off his shoes and shuffling straight to hoseok's kitchen.
joon
yoongi's here i'm gonna jet
DONT FUCK ON MY BED
joon what the fuck man i'm not like that : //
just IN CASE DONT FUCK ON M Y BED
seeing yoongi all dominant in the kitchen, getting shit done asap is kind of...hot, hoseok thinks, as weird as it sounds. he's slicing ricecakes fluidly and throwing fishcakes into the pot as if they were nothing, and it leaves hoseok dazed. it's the opposite of namjoon and hoseok, who take five years deciding how to split up the chores and bickering back and forth every half a step. or maybe, he's just incompatible with namjoon.
yoongi's busy boiling the ramen, throwing in a bunch of shit together that leaves hoseok confused, but he doesn't question it and merely follows the older male's directions. there's awkward shuffling here and there, especially when yoongi's in the way or hoseok's standing in front of the cutting board, and hoseok lowkey wishes they were more comfortable with one another.
like, to the point where he could snake his arms around yoongi's waist and lean into him and kiss his cheek and try out his food and wow, it sounds grossly basic and domestic, but it's the dream life. and maybe hoseok would just praise him and yoongi's cheeks would turn all pink and cute and that would make him want to kiss yoongi more and then—
"here, try this," yoongi mumbles out, blowing on a spoon, (his cheeks are puffed his cheeks are pufFED and hoseok is so s o f t.) before sticking it out in front of hoseok. with an eager nod, hoseok keeps his eyes on yoongi's tentative ones, before leaning forward to take it in his mouth. "how is it?" yoongi asks, his eyes shining brightly, teeth peeking out to nip on his bottom lip.
hoseok really, really wants to say it tastes good. he really does. but all he can feel his pain, coughing repeatedly and eyes watering, mouth open and panting hard. "it's...a little ..spicy," he wheezes out, scrambling over to the fridge and flinging the cap of the milk off, chugging it hard.
"i guess it's pretty hot, considering it was just a spoonful of the sauce from the atomic noodles," yoongi says so matter-of-factly that it hurts.
"why would you do that—"
"because you kept on staring at me and i wanted to wake you up from your daze."
inhaling sharply, hoseok sets down the carton of milk. "i was not staring!"
yoongi arches an eyebrow, tasting his weird-stew-mixture. "sure, hoseok."
"i really wasn't!" he defends himself poorly, feet dragging over to the older male.
"your cheeks are red and you're being super defensive, but sure, hoseok. it's not like you do it in culinary club too, right?" yoongi muses, and he's fucking smiling while he stirs the pot.
"i—"
"you're really obvious about it, you know, i could feel it on the bus, too. now try this."
he's practically beaming when he looks at hoseok, and hoseok knows that he may have a smile that can power a whole city, but yoongi's hidden grins and crinkling eyes can blow up the fucking universe. he can try it, right now, just lean over and wordlessly peck yoongi's lips, just like that. and watch as the elder's eyes widen and his ears flush a pretty pink, lips parted open and speechless—
but hoseok remembers this is min yoongi, who may seem mouthy in many aspects, but is still somehow endearingly shy, so he has to remember to take things slow. yoongi's like a crockpot, and it takes a while for things to work their way through, and that's okay because the end produce will always be worth it.
he leans in for a taste, and those brown orbs gleam so prettily under the dim stove lights that it makes hoseok weak in the knees. "holy shit, hyung, that's—that's really good." just as good as min yoongi.
》》
"so i have a plan," namjoon says one day, while hoseok's half-aware, half buried inside of plant genitals and reproduction processes. blah blah blah, something about romancing seokjin, something about tinder, something about "...50 fake tinder accounts..."
"wait, what?"
"i told you, i'm gonna encourage seokjin to go on like tinder for a potential date, then i need 50 fake accounts, hope that seokjin picks one, schedule a meet-up, and i'll show up instead saying his date couldn't show up, so now i'm there, and i'll formally say i'm really into him, blah blah."
hoseok sits up from his desk, staring at namjoon. "how the hell did you think of that?"
"i watched korean dramas for inspiration....hah...hah..."
"and you call me extra—"
"listen, i'm taking initiative for once, so why don't you be supportive of me?"
"okay but, how are you supposed to get 50 tinder accounts? make them one by one? hell, do you think this is going to work?" hoseok arches an eyebrow, lips pursed together in skepticism.
namjoon gives up that ugly side-eye-smile-combo, leaning into the edge of his spinning chair. "so...you got a boyfriend in computer science..."
》》
"this is so unethical."
"i—yeah, yeah it is."
yoongi's fingers are flying across his keyboard, glasses slipping off the edge of his nose as he brings up a sea of numbers and letters. hoseok doesn't really understand what's going on, so he awkwardly sits on yoongi's bed playing everwing, legs swinging as he looks around with a quiet hum. his eyes land on a cross-stitched kumamon framed next to his shelf of kumamon plushes, head tilting to the side in interest. "that's new—i didn't see that when i came here last time."
the older male looks up from his computer, following the direction of hoseok's finger. "oh; i just finished it last week."
"last week? you made this?"
"...yeah. i told you i fixed your stuff, right? i know how to knit, cross-stitch, and sew; it's relaxing. i embroidered the thing on the back of seokjin's souvenir jacket, and i did the one for mine, although i messed up at the edges. "
hoseok blinks repeatedly, taking steps to the other's door as he runs his fingers across the back of yoongi's souvenir jacket hanging from the hooks. the intricate koi design is so pretty, it seems so professional and hoseok is absolutely dazed by how good it looks. "yoongi, this is. this is really good, holy shit. when did you start doing this?"
"i, uh, used to be a problem child," yoongi laughs softly, his mouse clicking repeatedly. "...and my parents didn't know what to do with me, so they sent me to my grandma's to a bit, and she taught me that so i calmed down."
plopping down on the floor, hoseok leans against yoongi's bed, tucking his knees inwards as he props his chin on them. "i can't imagine you as a problem child; you're like, more of the quiet genius whiz kid that played pokemon."
with a final hum of satisfaction, yoongi clicks on a button and pushes his chair away from the computer, chair spinning to reveal busan curled up on his lap. "i—no. i was a really rowdy child, mostly 'cause i was always upset and angry and—" he glances down at his cat, faded-mint-blonde locks falling into his face. "—i'm like, adopted, so yeah. i didn't take it too well at first."
"...wait, really?"
yoongi shrugs awkwardly, a lopsided grin on his face flashed towards hoseok. "why else do you think me and younggi don't look alike?"
god, hoseok is so soft all of a sudden. to think of little min yoongi, throwing small tantrums in daegu makes his heart ache. he must've been so tiny and confused and—maybe small jung hoseok wouldn't have known him at that time, but the image itself makes hoseok want to put yoongi into his pocket and carry him everywhere.
"hey, are you—tearing up?"
"no!" hoseok huffs out, face sinking into his knees in mild humiliation.
the smile on yoongi's face brightens, crouching down to set busan on the floor and crawling towards the younger male. "you are, wow, hoseok, i didn't know you were such a big softie, it wasn't even anything major."
"i'm not, jesus, yoongi—"
"that's okay, i think it's cute. i'm a toughie, so i guess we're a match made in heaven," yoongi hums out, lunging over to wrap his arms around hoseok.
there's a lot of things hoseok likes about yoongi, but one of the things he likes the most is how rewarding it is to get yoongi to open up, to just sit in his room and talk to him a meter away. he likes learning the new tidbits in yoongi's habits and actions, like how every once in awhile he hides behind his sweater paws and nips on his nails, or how he likes to sew and create cute cross-stitches. sitting here, head resting against yoongi's chest and feeling the vibrations of his laugh as yoongi shares something so personal about himself makes hoseok feel warm, heat spreading from the tip of his toes to the apples of his cheeks. and god, god, hoseok doesn't want to say the l-o-v-e word too early, but he knows and he swears that min yoongi is his soulmate.
"you're not tough, you're soft tofu."
"i am not, take that back—"
"soft tofu—"
"brat—" yoongi growls lightly, his arms tightening around hoseok's torso until he bursts out laughing, squirming against the older male's arms. he falls out of yoongi's hands, rolling on the ground and sprawled across the floor, chest heaving up and down as he gazes fondly at yoongi.
》》
"scoot over, i can't see."
"i am already scooting, jesus."
"shut up, shut up, oh my god, he said something on this account, this one's the chosen one."
Kim Seokjin
You're studying nursing? No way! I haven't seen you around before ;O
"i can't believe he chose only one account out of the thirteen matches," yoongi muses, his mouse hovering over an account that reads: Park Sungha, 2nd year med student, 0 miles away.
"okay, i gotta make him like me," namjoon sweats, his fingers rubbing against the keyboard.
"talk science," hoseok suggests, as yoongi nods.
"i major in architecture and physics, not biology—hoseok, you're the closest thing to a bio major—"
"p l a n t s, joon."
I major in nursing heartaches and fixing cute boys ;)
"namjoon, what the fuck are you typing, god, i just cringed so hard."
"listen, seokjin eats this shit up."
"he's not wrong."
Kim Seokjin
You're so witty, I actually laughed. I guess I finally met my dream guy; cute med school student, lame jokes.
"he called me his dream guy..."
"it's been two minutes, namjoon." yoongi deadpans, inducing a snicker from hoseok.
"what do i say—" namjoon's voice raises, and hoseok can hear the panic waiting to implode.
"give me the keyboard," hoseok mumbles, leaning over to namjoon to type in something.
You should tell me more about your dream guy so I could be it.
Hmm...I do adore surprises from my dream guy. : - )
"he's using the ugly smiley face," hoseok remarks at the same time namjoon emits a small wail and slides down his seat.
yoongi snorts, reaching over to pat namjoon's head affectionately. "surprises; wow, namjoon, you really lucked in."
hoseok was actually supposed to be spending quality time with yoongi, until this emergency meeting happened because namjoon kept on freaking out over what to do and what to say. annoyed, he shoves namjoon's chair over and continues to type.
We should grab coffee near the quad before one of your classes; I got a few tricks up my sleeve that'd look way better in person.
"smooth," yoongi comments thoughtfully, and hoseok can't help but feel weird. to be accurate, his boyfriend just complimented him catfishing kim seokjin and flirting with him. it's a bizarre scenario.
Kim Seokjin
Oh, I'm intrigued now. Is morning this thursday okay? 9?
namjoon nods eagerly.
That's fine; I'll see you at nine, then.
"add a winky face," comes yoongi's low mumble.
;)
"date secured, you're welcome, joon," hoseok huffs out, pushing himself away from the desk. namjoon flashes them a sheepish grin, his face positively glowing. it's cute.
"i can't believe you had to have hoseok flirt with seokjin," yoongi muses, causes the two of them to wince. it sounds bad. really bad, taken out of context.
"whatever happens here...stays here...we don't talk about it outside of this room...okay?"
"..okay," comes yoongi's snort, before he shakes his head ruefully and laughs.
》》
NAMJOON'S SPECIFIC INSTRUCTIONS FOR JUNG HOSEOK:
always be on call/text in case kim namjoon starts freaking out.stay until namjoon comes home with fail/success news.
hoseok thinks he's overboard, but it's kim namjoon, who, as sturdy as he seems, is as skittish as a cat. he reminds hoseok a lot of an elephant; big, strong, but still afraid of a bunch of small things like mice.
the door knocks, and hoseok's eyes brighten, scrambling up and heading towards the door with a breathless "hi".
min yoongi waves, lips quirked into a small smile as he takes small dips in his steps, and the two of them shuffle to hoseok's room silently. both their roommates are on a date with one another, hoseok's ditching class to provide moral support, and yoongi doesn't have much to do besides study before class, so—yeah, they'll spend their early thursday morning on hoseok's floor, studying for finals, listening to music and just...peaceful serenity. it's cool.
yoongi's wearing those cute cactus socks again, and it's giving hoseok good ideas about what to give to yoongi for christmas. nothing really major, just small and adorable like yoongi himself, but still a little meaningful. hoseok can see it already, standing in front of yoongi with a pleased look on face, handing the present over and watching yoongi crinkle his nose and laugh and say—"did you really get this for me, hoseok?" and wow, it's such a much quality content, 10/10 would watch again and again and again.
"did you draw this?" comes a small hum from yoongi as he lifts up hoseok's doodle book in interest. oh shit, it must've fallen on the floor when he stood up.
"yeah, they're not—not that good, since i can't really draw."
"they're cute," he chirps, flipping through the pages, before pausing to stare at something. fuck, what if he think they're ugly, or that he's weird and creepy, or he sees the small yoongi doodles there, or—"do you name all your friends after plants?"
blinking repeatedly, hoseok scoots over so that he's sitting next to the older male, who pulls down the journal so that the two of them can see it. it's on namjoon right now, little chibis and rough sketches of namjoon with teal hair and long limbs, palm-tree boy scrawled down below. "i mean. i don't know, it just comes to me as a botany major. joon's tall, dyed his hair teal, lanky, kind of awkward, so i called him palm-tree boy."
he flips the pages, kim seokjin written at the top. "cherry-blossom boy: tall, poised and confident, likes pink. i don't know, it feels like he radiates sparkles."
"radiates sparkles," yoongi repeats with a light laugh. his giggle radiates glitter and fucking pixie dust, hoseok swears.
"park jimin: poppy boy: bright, chipper, orange hair, super enthusiastic and peppy."
"kim taehyung: lilac boy. when i first met him, he had purple hair and i was just really amazed by it. he's pretty serene and sweet, and very playful."
"jeon jeongguk—"
"you know, your writing can be classified as a new korean writing system."
hoseok flushes brightly, as yoongi grins cheekily. "i'm kidding, it's just. very unique."
"i get it, i have rushed handwriting," hoseok mumbles with puffed cheeks. "anyways, jeon jeongguk: maple tree boy. he's tall, seems pretty stable and content, and i think he's an overall sweet kid."
he's not sure if he should flip to yoongi, because maybe yoongi might find it creepy, since they haven't know each other for that long yet, or maybe yoongi's kind of shy, but it's too late because yoongi already flipped to it anyways. he's gazing intensely at the drawings, and hoseok kind of wants to sink into the floor and disappear forever.
"...min...yoongi...." hoseok starts off in a slow tone, eyes shuffling back and forth between yoongi and the drawings. "....cactus boy."
"why am i a cactus?" cactus boy. why cactus?"
"because, um. you thought you had a cactus, and then you had that mint hair, and um," hoseok's sweating hard and he's going to ugly ramble at this rate oh no, "you seem kind of scary and prickly on the outside—especially to people that don't know you—but you're really cute! and you somehow put up with a lot of my shit. so. yeah. cactus. boy."
head tilted to the side, yoongi's his brown orbs gleam at hoseok. "what about you, then?"
"me? i never. really. thought about it, to be honest."
he'ssocutehe'ssocute hoseok just wants to peck his lips and tell him that he really likes him again and again until the message sinks in and yoongi's laughing against his lips. he wants to do a lot, actually, because every time yoongi looks at him his heart starts beating a little faster than usual and he's so smitten, he just wants to spend all his time in the world with min yoongi, and only min yoongi, really.
"...i think you're a sunflower boy."
smittensmittenSMITTENashell. hoseok feels like he's been run over with cupid's love tank. "w-why—" he wheezes out.
"you know like, in plants versus zombies, the sunflower basically provides sun for everyone and kind of. powers them up? yeah. that's you. happy and cute."
D E A D . here lies jung hoseok, a very happy, happy sunflower boy.
"sunflower boy and cactus boy."
"it has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"
》》
Joon
so we're not exactly dating
but we're not friends anymore
and i'm going to spend winter break with him to kind of figure things out.
i think it's going pretty well
: )
》》
cactus boy
i have bad and good news.
what do you want to hear
: (((((((
okay bad news first
i'm going to be super busy next week so you won't see me around;
like at all.
sorry
it's ok ;( ill leave you alone !! pass all your exams with flying colors, yoongs !!
watch me swim and die.
YOU GOT THIS YOONGIPIE
god that sounds so awful.
yoongichi???
yoongurt??
HAHAH YOONGURT
you're such a meme i'm having second thoughts.
yoongurt : (
nvm no good news for you.
WHATS THE GOOD NEWS TELL ME
no.
yoongs
yoongichi
yoongurt
yoongi
yoongi poongi
NO
yoongi poongi boongi : )
how do i leave this chat.
you can't leave me yoongi poongi <3
.....okay so.
i uh.
thought of a cute nickname for you.
like..remember when you asked me..
I WAS ACTUALLY KIDDING BUT U DID IT WOW U GO MY YOONGI POONGI
well, looks like i'm not telling you.
YOONGI NO
yoongi hyung pls don't do this to me
yoongi
yoongi
yoongs
yoongs
yoongi poongi my boongi boo : (
Good Night.
pOONGI BOONGI NO : ( YOU MAKE YOUR POKIE BOKIE SAD : ((
who the fuck is pokie bokie
mE
jung hoseokie,,,pokie bokie <3 min yoongi, poongi boongi.
this is why seokjin wanted you to wait 6 months.
》》
one week feels like eternity without yoongi. hoseok can't even remember life before yoongi; it must've been terrible. he keeps his promise not to bother yoongi, focusing on his own studies and finals as everyone else does the same. he studies hard, drilling the terms and methods inside his head, eyes shifting over to his phone every once in awhile, before back onto botany.
finals weeks always feels the slowest during the hours before the test, but hoseok just continues to pass through them diligently, until he's finally done. a week passes, and he eagerly awaits for yoongi's texts. except it doesn't come, so with disappointment, hoseok waits the next day.
it's 2 pm, friday, and they're leaving to go back home in two days, and yoongi still hasn't messaged him. so he peeks inside the apartment, only to find seokjin half-asleep, white coat dragging on the floor.
"tough day?"
"internship hell," he moans out, rubbing his eyes. "d'you need something?"
"i haven't heard from yoongi, and i was wondering if he was here, or anything."
"he finished finals this morning; he's probably destressing in his little spot."
hoseok's ears perk up in curiosity. "where's that?"
"cypher room," seokjin responds drowsily, before dragging his feet back and slumping on the couch. with a soft sigh, hoseok tiptoes up into seokjin's room to grab a few blankets and pillows, sliding it under the older male's head and covering him up until he's comfortable. hoseok complains a lot about his major, but really, seokjin's the only one who genuinely has it hard. he sympathizes, patting the older male's head affectionately, before quietly slipping out.
so hoseok takes the bus back to the campus (he should really start saving up for a car) and walks back to cypher room, teeth gnawing on his bottom lip in excitement. wow! he finally gets to see yoongi in action, working on his music and listening to his creations. with a deep breath, hoseok fishes around his keyring until he finds the cypher room key, and barges in.
contrary to popular expectations, yoongi doesn't sit where hoseok sits; he sits opposite of that, curled up in the far corner with bright white beats headphones blaring heavy bass. clearing his throat, hoseok lets go of the door, tactlessly causing it to slam shut with a loud bang. yoongi jumps up in surprise, sucking in sharply as his head whips up to meet hoseok.
silence. "i—i can explain."
"i'm not going to ask," he muses quietly, plopping down next to yoongi.
the blonde slides off his earphones, cheeks puffed as he fiddles with his launchpad. "it's nothing major; i just like making music, and cypher room always has the equipment, but i don't like the crowds, so um. one of the seniors just made a copy of the key and gave it to me."
"do you go by a soundcloud name, or anything?"
yoongi blinks repeatedly, mouse scrolling across the computer. "i go by dj-syub."
no way. "like...the same one who produced so far away?"
the older male sinks into his seat, face hiding behind into his black scarf with a small nod. "i—this is so embarrassing—"
hoseok squeaks gleefully, wiggling in his chair. "holy shit, i can't believe—i was listening to that yesterday, on the bus, oh my god, i can't believe—you're dy-syub. you're such a genuis—"
hand shielding his face, yoongi snorts quietly. he's not very good at hiding himself; hoseok can see the tinge of pink that spreads over his ear. "wow, this is what it feels like to feel famous. i'm positively vibrating."
the sarcasm in yoongi's voice only makes him laugh, hoseok's eyes crinkling up as he leans his head against the computer next to yoongi's monitor. "does this mean i get to hear the latest releases from dj-syub first?"
moving it back down, yoongi side-eyes hoseok coyly. "if jhope-94 shows me his creations before other people, then maybe."
it takes a moment to sink in, before hoseok realizes that holy fuck, min yoongi listens to his music. cute-ass mint-haired dj-syub, who hates social interaction, spends his days curled up in his little room or on the bus listening to h i m. this is like, a fanboy dream come true, what the fuck. hoseok's grinning stupidly at yoongi, his words stuck in his throat as he gazes at yoongi, clearly awestruck.
yoongi's unable to hide face, sitting up as his scarf falls down to reveal a gummy smile that lights up his whole face. "you're so cute, what the hell. do you. um. wanna listen to what i'm working on right now?"
and honestly, hoseok would've never thought that he'd get this far; sitting here next to his dream boy, his soulmate, listening to his music and laughing at his quirks. he nods, scooting closer to yoongi, body hovering over the older male's. he can see everything, yoongi's curves and blemishes, the slight wrinkles when he smiles and the glow of laptop on his skin. whenever he talks, his flips jut out in a slight pout and it's so incredibly adorable that hoseok really can't wait, he can't wait for the day he can just lean over and kiss yoongi whenever the the blonde looks over towards him. "u-uh—yeah. i've been wanting to hear your real stuff ever since you left me those cute remixes."
blinking repeatedly, yoongi turns to face hoseok, nose scrunching. "what remixes?"
"...the ones you left on my launchpad's software?" he points towards his area of the cypher room, and yoongi turns with him, skin so close that it sends his heart pounding 100 kph.
"i didn't...i made my own software for my music, and, i only use this launchpad," yoongi points to the one he's using, head tilting to the side in amusement.
"i swear to god," hoseok drawls out carefully, "that i was flirting with you over the launchpads."
he snickers, much to hoseok's horror, reaching over to pat hoseok's cheek. "sorry to burst your bubble, hoseok. you were flirting with a complete stranger."
》》
B☆ANGT☆N SQU☆D
SKJN3000
pls message us when ur home : / stay safe kiddos
JE0N
we'll be fine, mOM
T
yeah mOM
SKJN3000
listen up you rats i'm not to be disrespected
jihuahua
good luck staying back with jin, joon
i don't know how u do it
i'd die
SKJN3000
excuse me i'm Great
can't cook for shit
idk how i do it either
i'm a mess
T
get your shit together joon
can't cook for shit
me at the beginning of 2016: i'm gonna get my shit together
me at the end of 2016: i'm going to get my shit together next year
JE0N
ur more of a memelord than us now joon
oh our bus came
jihuahua
we'll text you later, hyungs! gotta save battery!!
JE0N
we'll tell u if taehyung does anything embarrassing tho
SKJN3000
message me when u get home i want to remwatch in overwatch
T
excus e m e bitches
JE0N
ur gonna lose hyung but ok
SKJN3000
I WON ONCE
T
where's hosucc and yoongo anyways
lol their ship name is so ugly
yoosucc
JE0N
I JUST LAUGHED OUT LOUD
jihuahua
ur literally sitting next to me ur a f*k
yoongogo power rangers!
i'm muting.
yoongi's running up to him, half panting and half a mess as his scarf unravels around his shoulders, trenchcoat still missing the top button. snowflakes have coated the top of his hair, blending in with its paleness. "i'm so, so sorry, younggi was whining to me about wanting these chocolates in seoul, so my parents had to take her to there first and —yeah," he breathes out, wheezing in and out. he's holding a rectangular box, wrapped in christmas wrapping and wow, unexpected.
hoseok's holding his own present for yoongi, wobbling back and forth on his heels in anticipation. "it's nothing, actually, don't worry."
"i have twenty minutes before my parents come by again, so it's not long, but it's enough time. are you going home by train?"
"yeah, to gwangju."
"that's far," yoongi hums out, white puffs exhaled after each word. "i would tell you to talk to me, but i'm the one driving my parents home, so...i'll just message you when i get home?"
nodding absentmindedly at the older male's suggestion, he takes a deep breath, before sticking his arms out, his gloves rubbing over the edge of the potted plant. "i, um, didn't know what to get you for christmas, but i know you wanted a cactus but ended up with a flesh-eating plant, so..."
yoongi's eyes light up like christmas lights, gingerly taking the plant in his hands. "it' so small and cute," he mumbles, almost beaming at the sight. "what—is it?"
"echinopsis dominos."
he's still smiling, clearly confused, head nodding, and hoseok can't help but laugh at how endearing the sight is. "it's a domino cactus," hoseok explains, pointing to the little white spots that litter across the surface of the palm-sized ball. "i've done most of the growing, so you just need to water it, and if you have any questions, then you know, just ask?"
yoongi cups the pot with his hands, the present tucked in his arms jostling awkwardly. inching forward towards hoseok, he tries to shimmy his arm in hoseok's directions. "i really love it; thank you, hoseok. i didn't know what to do for you, either, so i just. did a thing, i guess."
taking the box our of yoongi's arms, he shakes it lightly, holding it up to his ears in an effort to guess what it is.
"you're not going to guess it, seokseok."
"i—going to—wait. what did you call me?"
the blonde flushes brightly, coughing quietly. "i didn't say anything."
"did you call me seokseok? oh my god, that's so cute—"
"i didn't say anything!" yoongi repeats again, voice wavering. eyes narrowed hoseok takes several strides closer to him, trying to arch his neck so that he's somewhat-intimidatingly-hovering over yoongi.
"admit it, you called me the cutest thing ever."
"you're tiptoeing," yoongi points out, arching an eyebrow as he glances up at hoseok.
(very small height difference strikes again! goddamn, if only he was 180.)
"whatever, yoongi poongi—" yoongi scrunches his nose. "—you finally called me something cute, i'm forever keeping a memory of this."
"yoongi poongi sounds so gross."
"suck it up, that's my new cute nickname for you."
"you're a mean boyfriend," yoongi mock pouts, and hoseok internally screams because WOW DID YOONGI DO THAT? YOONGi called him BOYFRIEND? yes, yoongi with the black scarf and cat eyes and adorable nose scrunches did that.
hoseok musters to think of a retort back, when yoongi's phone buzzes and he looks down. "oh, my parents are looking for me, shit. i have to go."
"it's fine, take—"
"don't open it until christmas, or i'll be mad!" yoongi rushes out his words, eyebrows furrowed together in seriousness. he tugs down his infinity scarf to reveal soft lips, yanking hoseok down roughly so that they're at eye-level, before pressing a quick kiss to hoseok's cheek. "merry early christmas, seokseok," he chirps out, lips still warm against hoseok's skin.
he pulls away, walking backwards with his plant tucked tightly in his right arm, left waving back and forth vigorously. hoseok, still dazed, nods and waves back at yoongi, mind still blank. the older male, unable to see where he's going, bumps into a pole, and it snaps hoseok out of his daze and yoongi, 4 meters away, laughs at himself in the middle of the train station, before turning around and walking away.
hoseok doesn't want to say the l-o-v-e word too early; he's afraid of jinxing it, screwing up their relationship before it launches, but hoseok knows, he can feel it: min yoongi is the boy he's going to say it to.
》》
cactus boy
11:11 make a wish.
i wish to see you. : (
you're so silly. it's only been like, five days.
i suffered so much without u during finals week
how am i going to survive when u graduate.
shhh, let's not think about that.
: (((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
it's christmas eve! happy thoughts, seokseok.
i'm so eager to open my present. !!! excited!!!
don't get your hopes up, omg. i don't want you to be disappointed or anything.
i would be happy if u gave me used socks.
you're so extra, oh my god.
tbh, people keep on asking me how i can tolerate you. it's kind of funny.
OPPOSITES ATTRACT.
i don't know, i kind of like the sun and cactus analogy, now that you've told me it.
a lot of people can't handle you...
but i guess min younggi trained me for like, 21 years to handle you. so it works.
you're so deep : (( i'm smitten.
it's the min yoongi effect.
and it works only on jung hoseok! ! : )
you're c u t e.
says you, the c u t e r one.
i placed the cactus thing in my room!!
it's on my desk. it looks really cute.
are you going to name it.
min.
isn't that your surname.
yeah. it's going to be min min. do-min-no. min min.
hoseok bursts into laughter, rolling back and forth on his own bed in gwangju. min yoongi is two hours away, but even talking to him makes it feel...home-like. eyes bright, he crawls over to the edge, reaching out his arm to rub over the wrapping of his present from yoongi. it's really the only one he's excited for, the only one he really adores and anticipates. it'll be fifteen minutes until christmas, and hoseok's so tempted to just—
yoongi wouldn't know.
so he does it, he rips the wrapping paper apart to reveal a white box; inhaling sharply, hoseok lifts up the cover slowly, eyes squinting at the prospecting item until black, yellow, gold, brown and green meet his eyes. and god, god, it's gorgeous, it's so beautiful.
it's a black souvenir jacket, a sunflower stitched in the middle, the words sunflower boy, 1994, sewed in english cursive. the front right of the jacket has his name stitched in hangul, and hoseok doesn't know what to say.
to think yoongi created the name and placed it on the jacket makes hoseok's heart suffocate and he wishes he could just hold and hug yoongi and do so, so much that a proper boyfriend in a lengthy relationship could do. 12:00, it's midnight, it's christmas, and hoseok decides that he's in love, right then and there.
cactus boy
hey
but his first words shouldn't be over text, he thinks. they should be person-to-person, meaningful, eyes locked together as hoseok whispers them out so that he can see yoongi's reaction.
i just opened the present and
i love it
i love it so much
it's so nice
and i just
thank you, yoongi.
i'm glad you liked it. sunflowers thankfully aren't super hard, although i think the letters of the jacket could've been done better.
it's perfect.
you're perfect,
min yoongi.
》》
min younggi
where do you live lol
don't u think that's kind of creepy hoseok-ssi
well i can't ask yoongi now can i
wait
are you coming
i might send a package that's what
i need to help time it out.
IMSCRRAIGMINGEAIOIEO
WHROAWIJ
yes
I AM DOWN TO SAIL THIS SHIP
good i'm glad.
okay so it should arrive by december 31st.
just make sure he's not too busy on that day and i'll
message him to step outside.
diSTRCT ur parents and make sure they dont call yoongi back in!!!!
what are you gonna send omg
you'll find out : - )
》》
so hoseok has this thing called impulse, he's well aware of it. it gets him into great situations, but also situations like these, where he sits on the train for two and a half hours straight. telling your parents you're going to leave for new years to surprise your boyfriend doesn't work out too tell when your parents don't even know that you had a boyfriend, but hoseok's mother was thankfully, lenient enough to just call him crazy and pack his stuff back in the suitcase.
he's kind of crazy, a little extra and over the top, and he acknowledges it. jung hoseok is wild as hell. but it's okay, because somehow, it doesn't faze min yoongi, who can miraculously deal with his antics with a straight face. that's why they're dating.
hoseok knows, and yet he's standing here anyways, hands rubbing up and down his parka as he jumps up and down to keep himself warm. he's surprised no one has called neighborhood watch yet, since it's probably strange for some boy and his suitcase to be standing outside at 11 pm for nearly an hour already. what many people don't seem to realize that jung hoseok, is also a perfectionist, and will go to extreme lengths in order to get the timing to be perfect. he's been talking to yoongi, who's oblivious to the fact that jung hoseok is five minutes away, and so far, the plan's been working out pretty well.
11:55. fuck it.
cactus boy
hey
come out.
what lol it's cold
just come out!! i have something outside for you.
what.
it's an extra present. with a help from min younggi.
...oh my god. you're so. okay, hold on.
hoseok trudges closer so that he's standing at the edge of yoongi's door, feet teetering nervously. the door opens, and yoongi's just wearing his bear pajamas, mouth open at the sight of a freezing hoseok.
"what the fuck," he mumbles out, before rubbing his eyes. "hoseok, it that—is that you?"
"yeah, i guess you finally saw my final present," hoseok takes a step forward, his cheeks a bright pink. yoongi inhales sharply, before leaning out the door to tug hoseok forward, dusting the snow off his shoulders and rubbing his palms into hoseok's sides.
"are you insane, why are you showing up now, oh my god, it's so late and cold, and—"
"i. i wanted to, um, see you?"
the older male squints at hoseok, before he gaze trails down. "are you wearing my jacket underneath the parka?"
"wanted to show it off," hoseok gives him a cheshire grin.
his heart is practically fluttering when yoongi rolls his eyes in a poor attempt to play off a smile, feet shuffling repeatedly. "come on, let's get you inside or something and. i don't even know what to tell my parents, christ," he huffs out, tugging hoseok inwards.
hoseok keeps his feet still, eyes gazing earnestly at yoongi. there's sixty seconds left; he can hear it on the t.v.
yoongi purses his lips, gazing at hoseok in mild curiosity as he tugs hard on hoseok's sides. "hey, seokseok, what are you trying to pull—let's just go in."
"i, um. yoongi?"
50.
"yeah?"
"i, uh. i wanna say."
"say what, hoseok?"
"you look cute. and, and um."
40.
and he could say it right now, he could just shape his lips and force it out, it is, after all, the perfect timing. but another part of him feels so incredibly shy and not quite ready, especially when it's all eyes on him and yoongi is the sun and stars and the whole yooniverse, gazing so softly at him.
20.
so instead, he just says, "happy new years, yoongi," cold hands cupping the older male's cheeks and pulling him closer, before bending down to connect their lips together.
(fireworks go off not only in the background, but also in hoseok's heart.)
》》
namjoon thinks of himself a good friend.
that's why he's crouching over hoseok's launchpad, trying to work out some quick remix that'll lighten up the boy's spirits. ever since hoseok's met his "soulmate", he's been extremely happy and chipper, and it's kind of annoying, but it's better than a mopey and sad hoseok dragging his feet over unrequited love. so maybe it's actually a bad idea to encourage the fact that hoseok could ever have a chance with this mysterious mint boy, but maybe it's good because it'll somehow fuel hoseok's enthusiasm and keep the him happy. hoseok's kind of like one of those bubbly kids that get annoying because they're too optimistic but when they're sad, you can feel the ache in your bones and it makes you feel bad. he quickly saves the files, before exiting the software and shutting down the computer, scrambling off the tables when the door opens.
"you're here early," hoseok comments thoughtfully as he sits down.
namjoon breathes erratically, rubbing the nape of his neck. "i, uh, left something by accident so i wanted to swing by earlier."
hoseok shrugs it off, plugging in his computer into his launchpad; with a small smile, namjoon looks away and turns to his own device.
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