Yoongi heaved a sigh when he entered the code and heard the beep that indicated that the door to his apartment was unlocked. He was exhausted after a far too long day at work, but a gummy smile immediately spread across his face the second the little fluff ball of happiness—the one he playfully called his son—came running from the living room to greet him. Holly, his little toy poodle, was the only thing that kept his grey days not as gloomy and gave at least some color and excitement to his plain and way too ordinary life. “Hey, baby,” he picked him up. “Did you miss daddy?” He asked and giggled the second the dog started licking his face like the crazy little thing that he was.
After the pup had calmed down a little, Yoongi put him down and took off his shoes, sliding into his comfy slippers right after, not bothering to take his coat off since he would need to put it back on in less than fifteen minutes. “Are you hungry? Let’s go get you some food and then go on a walk, yeah?” He asked and smiled as the dog barked as if saying ‘yes’. Maybe he was crazy for talking to his dog, but Holly was far better than the people that Yoongi had to encounter daily.
The first thing he did when they walked into the kitchen was turning on the coffee machine and popping a capsule of a decaf coffee into it— he didn’t want to spend the whole night awake when he had work in the morning. Lack of sleep and marketing didn’t go well together. Nothing did if he was being honest. Yoongi’s job wasn’t his favorite thing on earth, but it wasn’t the most horrible one he’s had. He was well paid and just as there were busy days—there were also ones where he had less work that needed to be done, so he could leave early.
While humming a melody—of a song he probably didn’t even know but heard in a commercial or on the bus radio on his way home—he grabbed his dog’s little bowl. And, after weighing the exact amount (because he was a responsible dog parent) he filled it with his pup’s favorite, duck flavored, food. As the little one was happily munching on his long-awaited dinner, Yoongi refilled his other bowl with some fresh water.
The man enjoyed the warmth spreading through his body as he took several sips of his coffee, and when Holly finished his food, Yoongi put the bowl in the sink and crouched down to take the pup in his hands. “Wanna go on a walk?” He asked and the dog barked and wiggled his tail.
Yoongi walked back into the corridor and grabbed a little green dragon jacket Holly had for chilly weather and his small harness to put on him. The dog tried running away, but his owner knew better. “Come on, you know you’ll get cold,” he said as he started putting the jacket on top of the harness, “It’ll be warmer in a few months, they’ll pass quickly and you’ll be able to walk around without it, even though you look absolutely adorable in it,” he grinned at his favorite little creature and hitched him to the leash.
The moment they stepped outside, Holly’s hatred for his jacket was long forgotten as he started sniffing around the familiar places, and Yoongi’s cheeks tinted pink due to the cold winter air biting at his soft skin. It was already a few days into the new year, and even though January was cold there still hadn’t been any snowy days and Yoongi doubted that there would be any at that point, but even so, the corners of his lips quirked up as he felt some sort of comfort spread throughout his body. Because he liked it — being outside. Yoongi spent most of his days in his office where the windows weren’t big enough to enjoy the daylight. So being outside was a relief, no matter how much he hated encountering strangers.
After making their way around the park, both Yoongi and Holly were ready to turn back home and warm up. The dog knew the way home just as he knew the route of those daily little strides they made so the man let him off his leash where it was safe.
At one point during the walk, Yoongi started talking on the phone with Hoseok who had been bugging him about barely going out.
“Hoseok, I do go out.”
“Hyung,” he whined into the phone, “I mean that you need to go out and meet people. Go out with people, not Holly.”
“Holly makes a great companion, thank you very much.”
Hoseok giggled into the phone. “I don’t doubt it. But, hyung, you spend so much time working that I worry for you,” the younger sighed. “Don’t you think it’s time for you to live a little? Your income has been stable and you’ve got a promotion recently.”
“I know, I know. You’re fine on your own and you’re fine with having a few friends. I’ve heard you say that before but-”
“Shit,” Yoongi cursed under his nose, interrupting his friend. “Hob, I’ll call you back, I’m so- Holly, stop!”
He hung up and hurried after Holly, who had suddenly decided to run in the complete opposite direction from where they lived. It had never happened before so to say that Yoongi panicked was to say nothing. It was the time the man regretted quitting jogging two years ago because, even though small, Holly ran fast and far. “Holly! Come back!” He kept yelling as he ran until his dog finally came to a stop. Yoongi stopped himself, catching his breath and hunching down, palms on his mid-thighs, in hopes not to spit out his lungs, or whatever was left of them after that sprint session. When he seemed to have finally regained his composure, Yoongi straightened his posture and his eyes squinted, trying to see who Holly was next to.
The pup seemed to have found interest in another dog which wasn’t a usual thing for him as his apathy towards other dogs has been present ever since he was a puppy. So it was weird seeing the poodle willingly running up to a fluffy, slightly bigger than him, dog. A pomeranian, it seemed. The fluffy dog’s owner was crouched down and the closer Yoongi walked over to them, the more clearly he could hear and see the man.
He was… beautiful to say the least. He had a wide boxy smile lingering on his face as his hand worked its way over to Holly’s little head in an attempt to pet him. And even though the little poodle usually never trusted strangers, he was more than happy to get scratched behind his ear by the man. “ You’ve got a cute sweater on ,” Yoongi heard him say. “ Where’s your owner, little one? How are you here all alone? ” Holly only wiggled his tail and barked back, as if answering the stranger.
“Holly,” Yoongi called and the second the dog heard his voice he ran back to him, jumping up happy as ever. “Sorry,” he flashed the stranger an apologetic smile as he picked up the pup. “He’s never run away before, I don’t know what happened,” he picked the dog up. “I tried chasing him but-”
“You shouldn’t have,” the man told him, suddenly.
“Sorry?” His eyebrows rose.
The stranger smiled. “When your dog tries running away somewhere, you should just call for him and go in the opposite direction. Otherwise, he might think that you’re playing with him and run further away. Usually, that’s what is supposed to help,” he said and, after seeing Yoongi’s puzzled expression, added: “I visited a few cynologs before getting my dog, just to be sure.”
“Oh? Thank you for this fact, I guess?” He chuckled.
“Hopefully, you won’t need to put it to use any time soon, or- like- ever,” the man crooked a smile.
“I sure hope so. It’s just that,” Yoongi looked down at his dog, “I think he saw your pup and that’s why he ran? I don’t know how he noticed him from where we were but he still did and that’s why he sprinted off. And he usually doesn’t pay other dogs any attention, and- Oh god,” Yoongi suddenly groaned. “Sorry, I’m starting to talk too much.”
“It’s okay,” the man giggled softly, “I tend to ramble a lot, too. Especially when it comes to Yeontan,” he looked down at his dog who wasn’t paying him any attention, too busy staring at Holly in Yoongi’s arms.
“Oh, uh- okay then. Thank you,” Yoongi mumbled as he felt the blush creeping onto his face.
“What are you thanking me for?” The stranger shot him yet another wide -and a beautiful, out of this world type of beautiful- smile as if he understood that Yoongi was just a mess of a man.
He held back a groan from rolling off his lips and, instead, let a gummy smile spread across his face. “I think you’ve noticed it by now, but I’m not used to talking with people,” he paused, realizing how it must’ve sounded. “But I do! It’s not like I’m completely antisocial. I do communicate with others, obviously. It just happens at work most of the time and other than that it’s just me and my friends, otherwise I become really awkward and,” he noticed that the man was listening with a grin on his face and let out a light chuckle, followed by a click of his tongue, “and I tend to ramble. Just like right now.” Yoongi shrugged then. “I can’t help it, I’m used to being the one doing all the talking, since this little guy,” he looked down at Holly, “isn’t a talkative type. He’s more of a barker.”
And Yoongi was about to mentally curse at himself for making such a lame joke but the man seemed to like it as he broke into laughter. “Yeah, I get it. Mine’s one, too. They could probably get along with- Holly, it was?” The man asked to be certain and Yoongi hummed, after which the two smiled at each other, their eyes looking around as an awkward silence followed their, rather interesting, conversation.
It was only thanks to the phone in Yoongi’s pocket that the two managed to get out of it. “Ah, sorry. It must be my friend, we were speaking right before Holly ran off.”
“It’s okay! Have a nice evening-”
“Yoongi,” he smiled.
“Have a nice evening, Yoongi-ssi. I’m Taehyung, by the way,” the man, Taehyung was his name, smiled.
“You too, Taehyung-ssi,” Yoongi bowed his head slightly with the corner of his lips going up. “And Yeontan,” he waved at the pup before flashing Taehyung yet another smile and turning around.
“Hyung! Why did you hang up and not pick up afterward?” Hoseok’s loud voice rang through the phone speaker the moment Yoongi pressed the green button.
“Holly tried running away,” he told him.
“What?! Did you catch him?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi breathed out, stopping to turn around. He smiled to himself when he threw one last glance at the man he would probably never see again: Taehyung was crouching down to his dog, making funny faces as he tried taking the dog’s stick away, before they went in the complete opposite direction from Yoongi and Holly.
“I’m here, I’m here,” he mumbled into the phone when his best friend brought him back to his senses.
“Good. So, as I was saying-”
Luck was never on Yoongi’s side when he needed it, so he wasn’t too surprised when he had fallen sick during the only free weekend he’s had in awhile.
Yoongi was never keen on taking medicine and this time it wasn’t an exception: he just kept making himself hot drinks with a mixture of lemon, ginger and cranberries in hopes that the cold would just go away. And, overall, it was helping, but his rhinitis still wouldn’t let him breathe; not to mention how it made him look like Rudolph the reindeer with how red his nose had gotten because of it. Another not so pleasant thing was him feeling as if someone had shoved their fist down his throat and kept it there the whole time, so he reckoned he needed to take some action if he wanted to make it somewhat presentable to work next week.
Thus why he gathered all his strength (that barely overpowered his will to just stay in bed) and got from under his covers in order to go out and get something that would ease his struggle for at least a short period of time. And if, usually, Yoongi always made sure to look presentable when leaving his apartment for whatever reason, this time he didn’t even bother with showering. It’s not like he smelled—he showered the night before that, and he did manage to brush his teeth in the morning so it was fine . So, after throwing his oversized padded jacket over his pajamas and grabbing one of his scarfs just in case, he made his way out of the apartment, leaving his dog to watch his back.
“We walked already, Holly,” he muttered, “You don’t like the cold either way. Daddy’s gonna come back soon. Be good.”
When he walked from the stop to the pharmacy he groaned, noticing that the line had formed all the way outside of it. To be fair, the line wasn’t that big, it’s just that the pharmacy itself was a small one and would only fit about two to three customers; but it was also usually empty, that’s why he chose to go there and not the more spacious one right around the corner where he could’ve just walked. Yes, luck wasn’t on his side.
Did everyone suddenly get sick? He huffed to himself and put his hands into the pockets of his jacket, trying to warm up his fingers and, after at least ten minutes he spent outside on the same spot, he regretted neglecting taking a hat with him. His padded coat, even though warm, didn’t have a hood and by the time it was almost his turn in line, the tips of his ears had become red from the cold and he hoped that he wouldn’t feel worse by the end of the day. At least, he didn’t forget about the scarf that helped him keep the lower half of his face warm.
“You know,” a voice suddenly spoke beside him but Yoongi didn’t realize it was directed at him at first, “I don’t believe in coincidences and if we were to meet for a third time I’d take it as a sign.”
He turned his head, realizing that the baritone seemed familiar, and blinked a couple of times in a slight surprise when he recognized the pair of dark soft eyes peeking at him through permed bangs. “Taehyung-ssi?” He let out his name in almost a whisper as he dragged his scarf down a little.
“Hello, Yoongi-ssi,” the man smiled.
“H-hi,” he answered with his brows slightly rising up as he wrinkled his nose that had decided to get itchy at that same moment. Sneezing into the man’s -pretty- face wouldn’t be too nice, so he hoped that it wouldn’t occur.
“What’s wrong?” Taehyung asked, amused by the older’s face expression.
“Caught a cold,” Yoongi explained with a slight chuckle, “and the one time I decide to go get some medicine, there’s a line.”
“Ah,” the younger beamed, “Same. My friend lives nearby and he’s caught a cold as well, so, since I’m a very good friend,” he sniggered, “I decided to get him some medicine since he refuses to drink anything I could make him instead.”
“Ah, I hate any sort of medication,” Yoongi told him with a slight groan. “But I can barely breathe and I really need to sleep properly, since I have a few meetings with our bosses at work this week. Sorry,” he muttered, “I think I’m oversharing again.”
“I don’t mind, I guess I’m just easy to talk to.”
“Yeah, probably,” the older murmured as his body shivered a little from the cold.
“Are you cold?” Taehyung suddenly asked and a note of concern could be heard in his tone. “Why didn’t you bring a hat?”
Yoongi found it endearing how the man seemed concerned about him, despite barely (although even “barely” was too much in this situation) knowing him. He shrugged, “It’s only one stop away from where I live and I didn’t think there’d be a line,” he told him, turning around when the lady called for the next customer and it turned out that no one was in front of him anymore. “I- uh, I should go,” he bowed politely and Taehyung mirrored his action with a smile on his face.
“Get well soon, Yoongi-ssi.”
“Oh, thank you,” Yoongi once again bowed, “you too! I- I mean your friend. I hope he gets well soon, too,” he mumbled out, mentally cursing at himself. And, full of embarrassment, he walked inside of the pharmacy and quickly went up to the counter, hoping that the blush on his face was taken as his body’s attempts to warm his skin. But Yoongi didn’t miss the sound of a giggle that, he assumed, Taehyung tried biting down as he unhurriedly followed behind him.
When he got done buying his sprays and vitamins—that he was more than sure he didn’t need but didn’t bother saying no to the pharmacist just so he’d be done as soon as possible—he once again turned around to flash Taehynung a sheepish smile, wishing him a good rest of the day. The younger waved him goodbye and the second Yoongi walked out, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Why did he feel nervous around the man? And it wasn’t a bad type of nervous he’d feel around other strangers, just… a little unusual.
Maybe, it was because he looked like a complete mess and he was wearing his old set of pajamas that, even though, barely visible under the long padded coat, still screamed “throw us away”. Secondly, the universe just had to have him meet Taehyung. Of course, out of all possible days it had to be today, but it was whatever. It’s not like he was going to meet him again. The man would forget about him quite fast and not care about what a mess Yoongi was so-
“Yoongi-ssi, wait up!” He suddenly heard from behind and, a bit startled, turned around to see Taehyung hurrying behind him. When the man caught up, he took a five second break to breathe in a couple of times, even though Yoongi didn’t walk too far away from the building. “Sorry, I-,” he paused as he took his hat off. “I know you said you were only one stop away, but I kept thinking about how cold you seemed, so,” he handed Yoongi the headwear, “I think you need it more than me.”
The older stared down at the item in the man’s hand, confusion written all over his face. “Why would you-,” he looked up, “you don’t even have a scarf on, at least keep the hat.”
Taehyung smiled and withdrew his hand, fingers fidgeting with the fabric. “I don’t get cold easily, I-,” the man squinted. “That was very weird of me, wasn’t it? I’m so sorry.”
“Not at all, it’s sweet,” Yoongi smiled softly. “It’s just that, even if I were to take it from you — you’d never have it back.”
“Oh? You like it that much?” He frowned, eyes examining the hat in his hands. “It’s so basic.”
Yoongi knitted his eyebrows together before speaking. “No, it’s.. I mean, yes, it’s nice but it’s not what I meant. What if we don’t meet again? Two times is already a big coincidence.”
“Oh!” Taehynug laughed. “That’s- I didn’t think about it but,” he shrugged and handed it to him again, “It’s my friend’s either way. Even if I don’t get him a new one, he won’t mind. I’ll tell him that it was for a good cause.”
Yoongi couldn’t help the giggling that escaped him. “You’re too nice to strangers, you know?”
“What can I say?” The other beamed. “I’m just a walking angel,” he laughed and the older followed.
“I wouldn't be surprised if that were the case,” Yoongi teased and, after biting his lower lip with his eyes on the hat in Taehyung’s hand, he decided to go for it. “You know what, okay,” he suddenly said and the younger’s eyes went wide. “I mean, I’ll take it but… I’ll give it back the next time we meet. If we meet.”
The confused expression on Taehyung’s face had been replaced by a wide grin. “Deal!”
“Thank you, Taehyung-ssi,” Yoongi smiled as he proceeded to put it on, making the other giggle at how he, accidentally, pressed his bangs down with the hat and covered the view for himself.
“Until we meet again, Yoongi-ssi,” Taehyung grinned. “ If we meet. Tell Holly that Yeontan said hi.”
“I will,” Yoongi smiled and his eyes went wide when he noticed his bus on its way to the stop. “Oh, God! I’m so sorry, but I need to run,” Yoongi blurted out and ran in the direction of his bus stop—if he were to miss it he’d have to wait twenty more minutes out in the cold and it was definitely not happening. When running to catch his bus (or more like running away from Taehyung and more of embarrassing things he could have said had he stayed longer), he didn’t notice the wide smile that had been instantly followed by a deep frown on Taehyung’s face when the latter noticed the number and the direction of the bus that Yoongi got on.
The more time Yoongi spent working the more he felt like life was slipping away from him. But that’s what being an adult meant — you work and you work, and you work if you want to have food on your plate and to be able to pay your bills; do some shopping from time to time and maybe have a few drinks with friends here and there. So, yes, it was a reality he had to accept. The past week’s been pretty crazy but he was thankful that Friday had finally come as he had to get through one last meeting after which he could just clock out early and have two almost stress free days to himself.
The moment he put his coat on, he noticed the blue hat on the little stand where he’d usually put things like keys and his wallet so he’d not forget them. The headwear had stayed there for the whole week since he’d come home with it. A smile crept onto his face as the memory of the man appeared before his eyes, and, for some inexplicable reason, he decided to bring it with him. What if we meet, he thought but shook the thought out of his head: that many coincidences are impossible . He still hurriedly shoved it into one of his pockets and, after patting Holly’s head once, went out, thinking about how he should consider getting a car, though even if he did make good money, a car would require too much addition to his apartment loans.
Yoongi was proud that he already had his own apartment at the age of 27 but it kept him away from quite a few things that he enjoyed at first. The one he missed the most was traveling but he didn’t do it simply because he wanted to pay everything off in only a couple of years and not a couple dozen. Still, he couldn’t complain as he wasn’t exactly low on money. Yoongi just prefered to be safe than sorry, plus traveling was something he could be patient for as his job was good at distracting him (or more like good at stealing his every opportunity to travel abroad).
The second he stepped outside, he took a deep breath. The morning air didn’t seem as cold, as it was when he walked Holly, anymore. As someone who’d get cold easily — he was glad, but as someone who adored snow — not too much. He thought about visiting Finland or Norway one day as those would probably feed his cravings for it. And just as he was about to walk off after zoning out, imagining how he’s somewhere in a pile of snow that he’d definitely taste at one point, his phone buzzed. Yoongi frowned when he saw his boss’ name popping out on the screen.
Jong Hakkun-boojang: Min, the meeting for today is cancelled. Have an extra day off. You deserve one, after all.
Me: Thank you for informing me, boojangnim. Did something happen?
Jong Hakkun-boojang: They’ve an issue in the programming department so both vice president and president will be sorting that out and won’t be present, thus it’s pointless to hold a meeting. Prepare for Monday, though. It’ll be tough.
Ah, an unplanned day off. Yoongi felt torn as he was both glad and frustrated since he would have yet another stressful Monday. Not that he wasn’t used to it, but at least one calm start to the week would be appreciated.
Whatever, he thought before he dialed his friend’s number.
“Oh, hyung? What’s up? Feeling better?”
“Yep, I no longer have a cold. Jimin-ah, are you busy today?”
“Nope, you know it’s my day off.”
“I’m not going to work today, wanna go do some shopping at Myeongdong?”
The younger hummed on the other side. “Mmm, yeah why not? But why didn’t you call Hobi hyung? He’s free on Fridays, too.”
“He also sleeps until at least 12 PM,” Yoongi chuckled, “and I don’t plan on waking up the monster within him by calling at barely 9AM.”
“ Ah, so thoughtful,” he heard Jimin breathe out a laugh. “ Are those car noises? If you’re out already let’s meet at the spot, unless you want me to pick you up?”
Yoongi shook his head even though the other couldn’t see. “It’ll just steal time. I’ll walk there so you can take your time getting ready. Like you always do,” he teased.
“Hey! I don’t spend too much time getting ready,” he argued but the older man stayed silent. “Okay maybe a little more than other people, but at least I always look good. You never know when I might meet the love of my life,” his words made the two of them laugh . “And this time we don’t have a particular time set, so thank you very much I will take my time.”
Yoongi let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, okay. I’ll wait either way, don’t worry. Want me to grab you something hot?”
“Just bring yourself,” Jimin clicked his tongue and a giggle followed.
“I hate you,” Yoongi mumbled before hanging up with a smile on his face. Jimin had always been someone who was able to tug the corners of his mouth into a smile no matter what mood he was in, the same as Hoseok. The two were the best—and practically the only—friends he had. And, frankly, Yoongi didn’t need more — they were always enough.
After having put his phone back in his pocket, Yoongi sighed, thinking about which way to go to Myeongdong. He was more than sure that taking the bus or the subway wouldn’t be necessary since it’d mean waiting for the younger for an extra half an hour at least.
Yoongi put his hands in his pockets, about to take the first step to move, but he was once again reminded of the hat he had with him. He took it out and looked down at it with a smile. At least, his life had some sort of adventure in the past two weeks, even if you couldn’t exactly call that an adventure, meeting Taehyung, twice, was a ridiculous—but very pleasant—coincidence. If he was honest, he wished for them to meet again because, maybe, he’d get the courage to have a proper conversation with him and… who knows? Ask for his number?
Right. He snorted at how ridiculous his thoughts sounded in his head. Well, at least, he had a cute knitted hat and a memory of a stranger Taehyung. With a faint smile on his face, he put the hat on — it was going to be a long day out, he couldn’t risk getting cold again.
Yoongi was standing beside a coffee shop —the one he and his friends usually met at when going to that location— when he heard an almost silent “oh” beside him, which piqued his attention. Beside him, stood a boy, maybe a couple of years younger than him, who was staring at his- head?
“Is- is something wrong?” He asked, startling the stranger.
“Oh, sorry! No, it’s just,” he took another look at the hat and narrowed his eyes, “I had a hat similar to yours.”
“Okay?” Yoongi hummed, not knowing what to say in this situation.
“It’s weird because it even has this same mistake on the left side,” the boy pointed out, “I know it because I knitted it myself.”
Could it be..? Most definitely not, that’s just impossible. “You can knit?” That’s cute, very cute , he thought. “I guess th-”
“Jungkook-ah,” a voice spoke behind the boy, making him avert his gaze from Yoongi. “I’m so sorry I-,” the man stopped, eyes wide. “Yoongi-ssi?”
Okay, the universe was definitely playing some kind of a game with his life. When the boy, Jungkook, turned around as Yoongi’s name was called behind him, he could clearly see the owner of the voice. Of course, of course, it had to be Taehyung. “Taehyung-ssi,” Yoongi muttered a little sheepishly. “Nice seeing you, again.”
The other broke out laughing, followed by Yoongi. The two of them confused Taehyung’s friend, it seemed. “What’s happening?”
“Jungkook-ah, remember the emergency your hat was needed for?” Taehyung grinned.
“Yeah w- No way!” Jungkook exclaimed. “So it is my hat.”
Yoongi couldn’t help the blush that crept onto his face but before he could say anything, Taehyung’s phone went off. Once. Twice. Three times. “Shit,” he breathed out. “I’m so sorry, I ran here to tell you that I need to go to work,” Taehyung looked apologetically at Jungkook.
“I thought it was your day off?”
“Some interns messed up the structuring of the daily program schedules,” he groaned. “We’ll go another time, okay?” He smiled hopefully and, defeated, Jungkook nodded. “And,” he turned to Yoongi, “Yoongi-ssi, it was nice seeing you. Even if it was for a brief moment.”
“W-wh- Oh, yeah,” Yoongi stuttered. While the other was apologizing to his friend, Yoongi took his time to stare at Taehyung. The man looked beautiful. And he, obviously, knew that but today he seemed to have some makeup on and his hair was a little less messy than before. So when Taehyung turned around suddenly it was only natural he would stutter. It didn’t make it any less embarrassing, though.
“Meeting each other is becoming a habit, it seems?” He chuckled. “So, see you soon?” Taehyung asked and let a wide boxy smile spread across his face.
“See you soon,” the older hummed.
“Great,” he beamed. “Now, I must run.”
“Go, mister head of the programming department without whom they can’t solve anything,” Jungkook teased, getting shoved by Taehyung before he finally left, waving the two off.
“I guess,” Yoongi started awkwardly, “you should have your hat back. Except that I can’t really take it off myself, since, yknow,” he nodded at the two drinks in his hands.
“You can keep it,” the boy shrugged, ”it looks cute on you.”
“But you made it yourself and-”
“It’s okay, really, Yoongi-ssi,” Jungkook smiled. “Taehyungie hyung told me you were very cold that day so I can’t have you walk off without it. What if you catch a cold?”
“Oh, I.. Yeah that wouldn’t be nice. But-,” Yoongi chewed on the inside of his cheek, thinking about how he could repay the boy. And, to his luck, he noticed him throwing a glance at one of the cups. “Do you like hot chocolate?”
“With extra marshmallows?” Jungkook’s eyes twinkled and he nodded excitedly when Yoongi hummed.
“Here,” he handed him the hot choco he’d gotten for Jimin, “take it. Though, by now, it’s probably just warm chocolate, not hot.”
“It’s okay, I assume you were supposed to go in with Taehyung-ssi, anyway,” and the boy only nodded. “Enjoy,” Yoongi smiled and Jungkook mirrored it, before he murmured a little ‘thank you’ and walked away.
“Hyung!” Jimin’s voice rang in Yoongi’s ears as he felt two arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Gotcha!”
“Jimin,” Yoongi whined, “let go.”
“Missed you too,” the younger grimaced as he let go, a frown forming on his face. “Where’s my hot choco?”
“Haven’t gotten one yet, since I knew it would’ve gotten cold by now.”
“I was fast today!”
Okay, maybe, just maybe , Yoongi shouldn’t have refused Jimin’s offer to drive him home. His bags were heavy , he didn’t even realize how many things he’d gotten. At least he wasn’t that far away anymore.
“No way,” he suddenly heard a voice, the voice, behind himself. “You know, running into each other four times, two of which are on the same day, is definitely not a coincidence,” Taehyung spoke as he walked closer to Yoongi.
“How- This is so weird,” he said as he turned around to properly face the other.
“I know, right?” Taehyung squinted his eyes at him and slightly tilted his head. “Are you, perhaps, following me, Yoongi-ssi?”
Yoongi chuckled. “You always get to places after me, so I might start to think that it’s you who’s following me .”
The younger rose his hands up. “Guilty, you’ve got me,” he muffled a laugh when he saw Yoongi’s eyes widen. “I’m kidding! I just live nearby and went out to grab some takeout and a coffee after that disaster at work.”
“You never know, the prettiest of men can be creeps.”
“Oh? So I’m pretty?” The younger smirked.
“I-,” Yoongi’s cheeks turned red as he realized what he had just said. But he cleared his throat, thinking he needed to redeem himself. “Well, it’s not like you didn’t know that, right?”
“I guess I’ve been told a couple of times so must be true,” he sniggered. “But, anyway. Do you need help with those bags?”
“It’s okay,” Yoongi spoke softly. “I live nearby and they’re not that heavy,” he lied. His hands were going to fall off. So much on thinking about how he’d ask for his number, when he could barely hold a conversation with the man.
“Well, then,” the younger smiled, “have a good night, Yoongi-ssi.”
“You too,” Yoongi’s lips pressed into a thin line as he bowed politely, before continuing to walk.
“Wait!” Taehyung suddenly called for him. “Is there a chance that you’re a coffee drinker?” He looked down at what Yoongi had assumed was an empty cup in his hand, and his eyebrows rose in curiosity as his eyes traveled back to him.
Could it be that the younger wanted to ask him out to grab a coffee? “I am,” Yoongi hummed. “Why?”
“My order got messed up. I usually get very sweet coffee with syrups and,” Taehyung pouted, “I would normally say something but the barista seemed like they weren’t having the best of days, so,” the younger shrugged, “I left with a cup of the most bitter liquid.”
Yoongi didn’t even try biting down the fond giggle escaping him. “Why is that I barely know you, but I’m more than sure that it’s the most you thing to do.”
“I’m just that easy to read, huh?”
“It became clear what kind of a person you were when you gave me this hat,” the older had a slack expression lingering on his face before a chuckle fell off his lips, “which wasn’t even yours, actually.”
Taehyung threw his head back as he laughed. “Guilty. But,” he looked at Yoongi again, “Jungkookie told me that you bought him a hot choco?”
“It was the least I could do,” Yoongi muttered. “He told me I could keep the hat and since he knitted it himself I tho-”
“Wait what?” The younger had a confused expression on his face. “Jungkook doesn’t know how to knit.”
“But he-,” Yoongi paused, a breathy chuckle leaving his mouth. “I see.”
“God, it was probably his attempt at flirting. He always tries starting conversations in the weirdest ways possible,” Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose as his body shook with laughter, “I’m sorry.”
“‘S okay. And I would’ve given him the drink anyway. He seemed disappointed when you had to leave.”
“Ah, yes,” the younger pressed his lips into a thin line, “work got hectic. Hence the coffee at this hour. I’ll need to fix our interns’ mistakes all night long if I want to have a somewhat calm weekend.”
Yoongi grimaced. “Calm weekends are something to treasure.”
“For sure. So...uh...You don’t want the coffee?”
“I love coffee but I’d love to get some sleep tonight, sorry,” he gave him an apologetic look.
“Ah, it’s okay. I just didn’t want it to go to waste,” Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess I’ll just go back to the store to get some cream to add into it, and fill it with lots of sugar.”
“Be careful not to get a strong sugar rush, Taehyung-ssi,” Yoongi teased, making the other grin.
“I’ll try, though not making any promises, I really need that energy burst.”
“See you around then, Taehyung-ssi. Since it seems like us running into each other won’t stop any time soon.”
“See you around, Yoongi-ssi,” Taehyung flashed him a winsome smile, one that could melt a thousand hearts and Yoongi’s was no exception. “Tell Holly I said hi.”
“I will,” the older murmured before walking away.
Something in the back of his head kept telling him that it was most certainly not their last meeting, and that, maybe, next time, he’d have more courage to ask for the man’s number. That is, if he’d be interested… to be friends, at least.
Their next “bumping into each other” didn’t happen for another week and a half, and even when it did, it was definitely not the way Yoongi would have expected it to happen.
He kept looking around more often as he’d walk Holly in the mornings and evenings, hoping to spot the fluffball of a dog and his owner. But not once was he able to spot the man anywhere nearby. Yoongi even started regretting not asking for his number, what if they weren’t going to meet any more? What if the universe had given him four chances to do it, four, and not once did he use it so it had simply given up on him. Now he realized what Hoseok meant when he said he needed to meet people more, maybe that way he wouldn’t be as timid when it came to those things. Taehyung seemed like someone Yoongi would definitely want to have in his life. He didn’t need more friends, but… Maybe, he needed someone like Taehyung, who seemed to be a good man.
“Okay, so after we’re done with these we’ll just-” Yoongi stood there, eyes boring into the papers his co-worker was holding, not paying as much attention as he should to whatever the man was telling him, head full of thoughts about the one he wished to bump into. One last time, he’d need one last-
“Ah, sorry!” Someone bumped into Yoongi’s side while the latter’s colleague was still rambling about the calculations they discussed during the meeting. And Yoongi froze, he literally froze in his spot when the voice rang in his ears, confusing his co-worker with his reaction.
“Everything okay?” The man asked but Yoongi simply ignored, his body turning to face the one who bumped into him.
“Yoongi-ssi? What- what are you doing here?” It was Taehyung and he was wearing the badge of their channel which meant that- he worked there. He and Yoongi worked in the same building and it was the first time they ran into each other there.
“I,” he cleared his throat as he shook himself out of his trance, “work here. In the sale’s department.”
“Oh,” Taehyung started and threw a glance to the man that stood beside him before looking back at Yoongi, “I’m in the programming department.”
“Oh,” the older let out.
The two of them kept staring at each other in silence, as if unable to take in the fact that they worked for the same channel. When Yoongi’s colleague finally decided to get their attention, the two snapped out of it. “We still have a lot to work on,” he coughed into his fist. “If you don't mind?”
“Oh! No, no!” Taehyung bowed apologetically. “It’s just that I had no idea I’d bump into Yoongi-ssi here out of all places, so I guess it surprised me a little.”
“Are you friends or something?” The man looked between the two and, when Taehyung threw a glance at Yoongi, the latter smiled as he nodded.
“Something like that,” he said, not missing how the corner’s of the younger’s lips quirked up slightly.
“I’ll… see you around?” Taehyung asked a little hesitantly, and Yoongi hummed before the younger bowed and said his goodbyes to the two. On his way further through the long hall, Taehyung turned around to see the older stare back at him, while his coworker kept pointing at something in his agenda. The two shared sheepish smiles before their eyes were no longer on one another.
“... afterwards. So, what do you think?”
“Huh, what? Oh,” Yoongi nearly giggled in his colleague’s face at how ridiculous he and Taehyung’s “situation” was, but managed to hold back. He furrowed his eyebrows as his eyes landed on the papers. “I’ll have to read through what you noted again just to be certain, okay?”
“Sure,” the man handed him his notes and Yoongi was thankful that he hadn’t caught on that everything he said went unheard.
And even though they didn’t see each other anymore that day, Yoongi wasn’t upset about it and the fact that he once again didn’t get the chance to get Taehyung’s number because he knew — they were going to meet again very soon.
“They should pay you more,” Hoseok stated.
“They already pay me enough,” Yoongi mumbled, hands in his pockets.
“Not for the extra hours you stay there,” the younger complained, “you practically live there.”
“I know, but-”
“Hyung, they know you won’t say no, that’s why they keep on loading you with work.”
Yoongi sighed as they came to a stop. “Hobah,” he paused, staring down at his feet before he looked at Hoseok again, “I know. They even gave me a promotion so I’d work even more. It’s okay, though. ‘S not like I have much to do outside my office.”
“That’s the problem!” The younger man groaned. “I worry for you, hyung.”
“I know,” Yoongi’s hand traveled to Hoseok’s shoulder, squeezing it. “Still have time for you, don’t I?” He smiled. “And I paid for our dinner.”
“Jiminie and I aren’t the only people in the world, you know?”
“For me you are,” Yoongi sniggered, getting instantly shoved by the younger.
“You’re so annoying.”
“But you love me.”
The younger sighed in defeat. “I do. Thank you for the dinner, hyung.”
“Thanks for walking me home, that’s very romantic of you.”
“You know I came back for my car,” he pointed at the vehicule with the roll of his eyes, “because someone wanted to walk to the restaurant,” Hoseok huffed after what he looked down at his wrist to check the time. “Shit, I promised Jiwoo not to be home too late, she wanted me to go through the wedding dresses she picked.”
“Ah, I keep forgetting what a good big brother you are. Drive safely,” Yoongi told him, waving back at the younger who was already in his car, window going down.
“Like it or not,” he started the car, “I’ll find a way for you to work less. Maybe even get you a boyfriend,” Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows.
Yoongi groaned. “Just go already.”
“Love you too,” Hoseok chirped before he drove off.
And the second the younger’s car was out of view, Yoongi turned around, eyes instantly windeding. “Taehyung-ssi?” He let the name slip out of his mouth when he saw the male standing barely 10 meters way, looking at something in his phone while his dog was sniffing something on the side.
The younger’s eyes immediately shoot up. “Oh? Yoongi-ssi?”
“Are you spying on me or something?” Yoongi narrowed his eyes and asked, only half-jokingly.
“It’s for me to ask,” Taehyung chuckled and pointed at the building behind Yoongi, “I literally live there.” And the older’s lips parted, head turning between Taehyung and the apartment complex that he pointed at. “A- are you okay?”
Yoongi didn’t know what had gotten into him but he just started laughing, confusing Taehyung even more. “This is a nice parking lot,” he managed to say.
“Residents of your building can park here, right?” The younger nodded. “Residents of mine, too.”
“Wait but only those in the building A2-,” Taehyung stopped midway as he turned to look behind himself for a moment, then back at the elder. “There’s no way,” he shook his head, but Yoongi only bit down another laugh and nodded. “You live there?! Ah,” he nodded mostly to himself, “that explains the bus number. We’re practically neighbors!”
“That’s crazy, I know.”
“More like that’s fate,” the younger mumbled with a chuckle.
“We work for the same TV channel and live basically a parking lot apart, while we also keep running into each other on random occasions,” Taehyung explained before a smirk spread across his face. “Maybe Holly knew something when he ran toward Tannie and I that day? I guess we’re just meant to be in each other’s lives.”
“Is that so?” Yoongi had a smirk of his own appearing now. “What should we do about it then, Taehyung-ah?” He dropped the honorific.
“Taehyung-ah? What if I’m older?”
Yoongi shrugged his shoulders. “Something tells me that I’m the hyung.”
“Well then, if you’d like to be friends then I’m all for it,” he smirked before the last word fell off his lips, “ hyung.”
And it was either a little sudden, or a little too nice (to which Yoongi wouldn’t admit right away), hearing Taehyung call him ‘hyung’ but the older man sure hoped his small gasp wasn’t too obvious to the other.
“Friends it is then,” Yoongi smiled, lips parting to say something else but immediately closing as insecurity settled into his body. It would be weird to ask for his number, he told himself. Would it though? Yoongi didn’t really have time to think it through further as the younger spoke again.
“You just got off work?” Taehyung asked with his eyebrows knitted as he checked his watch.
“Huh? Ah, no. I got out surprisingly early today.”
“Wait,” the younger finally realized something, “why are you standing at an empty parking spot?”
“Oh,” a chuckle fell off Yoongi’s lips. “It’s my spot but I don’t have a car. My friend was over and he just left.”
Taehyung hummed and, suddenly, Yeontan started pulling the leash. “What’s up?” He crouched down to pet the dog and Yoongi couldn’t help the fond smile spreading across his face. The younger’s cheeks scrunched up every time he talked to his pet, a smile never leaving his face. Well, at least, that’s what Yoongi managed to notice after those few times he’d seen them. “Ah,” he seemed to have realized something as he got up, eyes landing on the older, “he’s hungry. We’ve been walking for some time and I went here to check on my car and now he’s a little impatient,” Taehyung chuckled.
“Hurry then,” Yoongi spoke softly, “the baby must eat.”
“They’re really like children, aren’t they?” The younger’s eyes traveled to look at Yeontan again.
“Yeah,” Yoongi whispered. “Now, go. Or I’ll tell Holly that Taehyung-ah isn’t feeding his friend well, maybe he won’t like you as much anymore.”
Taehyung gasped. “Don’t you dare,” he tried sounding offended but couldn’t hold back the laugh that urged to escape his lips, followed by the older. “See you soon, then,” he smiled, “hyung?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Take care, Taehyung-ah.”
Hoseok wasn’t even slightly exaggerating when he said Yoongi practically lived at his office — he did. He even had a pair of slippers there to feel more comfortable when he’d be the only one left in the office, if not the building (except for, maybe, the guards). So it wasn’t a big surprise when he was given more tasks to work through, even though half of them weren’t even something that was supposed to be done by him. It was whatever, he could manage. All he needed was to text his brother and ask if he could take care of Holly so he could continue in the office and if not he’d just take work home. Though, the second option wasn’t his favorite since he prefered to separate work from home as much as it was possible.
Yoongi decided that before doing anything at all, he needed some coffee (for moral support, of course). His cup was already empty and it pained his sight. While the machine was working —and making a little too much noise— he got his phone out of his pocket and texted his older brother. Then, with a content hum, he took his cup and walked to his work space, glancing at his phone at the notification as he took the first sip. Yoongi instantly hissed and spit the liquid back into the cup, the drink hotter than he expected. The hand that held the cup, out of reflex, moved forward, his eyes trying to see if he had stained his shirt — he didn’t.
“Well, at least one thing w- ah, crap,” he groaned when he noticed a little dot on his slacks. He put the cup onto his desk and started rummaging through it in an attempt to find a napkin that he knew was supposed to be there somewhere.
“Hyung,” a sudden break of silence startled him and he jumped up a little, straightening his posture right after as he turned around to see Taehyung. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” the younger smiled apologetically.
“Hi, Taehyung-ah. It’s okay, just wasn’t expecting for you to be here,” he frowned. “Actually, what are you doing here?”
“Oh, I brought you coffee,” Taehyung shrugged, “thought you’d need some since every department seemed a little hectic today,” he spoke as he walked up closer and Yoongi’s eyes traveled down to notice two cups he had in his hands. The older tried to do his best to hide his own -filled to the brim- cup with his body, hand going behind his back to try and shove it further behind his back.
“Ah!” Yoongi exclaimed rather awkwardly. “Just what I needed,” he smiled at the younger and reached out his hand to take the cup out of the other’s hand.
“Are you done yet?” Taehyung looked around. “Everyone seems to have left already,” he pointed out.
Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. “Well-”
“Can I give you a ride home?” The younger suddenly cut him off, his own face splayed with surprise as he realized that he didn’t let Yoongi finish. He shook his head quickly, a slight chuckle leaving his mouth. “Sorry, I just- I came here to ask you this and the coffee was more like a backup plan in case I’d chicken out,” he explained.
“A backup plan?” The older one seemed a little confused. “Why would you need one?”
“Honestly? I don’t know,” Taehyung’s eyes twinkled as his cheeks scrunched up, a wide smile taking over his face. “Just me being silly cause I thought it’d be awkward for me to just show up here.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi hummed into the cup before taking a small sip, “it’s silly.”
“Also,” the younger started a little hesitant, “what time do you usually take the bus?”
“At like 8:25AM, why?”
“I,” Taehyung seemed nervous, “might have waited at your building three mornings in a row, but somehow still totally missed you.”
The skin on Yoongi’s forehead wrinkled as he frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I wanted to give you a ride to work and, since that didn’t work out, I decided to come here and ask if you’d maybe like for me to take you home,” he confessed.
“So, what do you say?”
And words fell off Yoongi's lips before his brain could even begin to think about the papers he still had to work through. “Of course, I just need to pack my stuff.”
“Okay,” Taehyung smiled and, when Yoongi proceeded to start packing his things, the younger’s hand froze right before his lips could touch the cup he’d been holding, his brows knitting together. “Is that,” he tilted his head to the side, blinking, “coffee?”
“Huh?” Yoongi’s eyes widened and he turned his head to look where Taehyung’s gaze fell and- Great . His palm traveled to cover his face and he chuckled into it. “Why do I always embarrass myself in front of you? I made it like two minutes before you walked in,” he admitted. “But you walked all the way here from your department so I didn’t want to decline… for the second time.”
Taehyung’s shoulders shook slightly as he laughed. “No worries and your blush makes up for it every time.”
“Pack up, we have kids waiting at home.”
“Right,” Yoongi chuckled. “Give me a second,” he told him before he continued, grabbing his phone again to let his brother know he didn’t need to take care of Holly anymore. And the moment the older thought he was done, his eyes fell on the stack of papers he had already managed to forget about. He grimaced, hand hesitantly reaching to grab it.
“I thought you were done?” The younger asked from behind him and Yoongi sighed, the papers heavy in his hand.
“These never end.”
“So what? Leave them here, they don’t pay you for the extra hours of work.”
“But,” the older looked down, bottom lip trapped in between his teeth, “I could just get them done quickly at home.”
“You can do it during work hours,” Taehyung stepped closer, taking the stack out of his hands. “I’ll give them to you tomorrow.”
“But my boss-”
“I’m equals with your boss,” he grinned, “kind of. I’m head of my department. I’ll talk to him if he says anything. And, actually,” the younger’s fingers listed a few of the papers in his hands, “I might tell him that he shouldn’t be giving his work to anyone else. No wonder I saw him leave early,” his eyes finally traveled up to look at Yoongi again. “What?” He asked as he saw the older stare at him with his lips slightly parted. “Hyung?”
Yoongi shook his head, realizing that he had barely heard anything Taehyung said, too busy examining the moles on his face — surprised as to how he hadn't noticed them before. “Sorry, zoned out a little. Uhm- Okay, we could just leave them here?” He reached out his hand for the other to give him the papers back.
Taehyung mirrored his action, hand traveling forward but, instead of giving him the stack back, the younger’s hand wrapped firm around Yoongi’s. “And have you sneakily take the night bus here to get them? Nope,” he smiled satisfied, and it was only when he noticed the older being suddenly rooted to the spot did his fingers rapidly unwrap from Yoongi’s hand as if they had been burnt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay,” the older said with his cheeks visibly tinted red. “It was just a little sudden.”
“Absolutely,” Yoongi let a smile take over his face to reassure the other. “Let’s go then?”
The younger one only hummed, stepping aside to let Yoongi go first.
The ride wasn’t as awkward as Yoongi had expected it to be: Taehyung let him choose the radio wave and the two turned out to have similar tastes in music. They ended up humming along to the melodies, sharing rather shy glances from time to time. But the moment Taehyung sang along to one of the parts of ‘Someone like you’, Yoongi’s eyes went wide.
“You’ve such a nice voice,” he blurted.
“Ah, really?” The younger smiled shyly as he threw him a quick glance and right away focused back on the road. “Thank you, hyung. I’ll make sure to sing more for my fan,” he chuckled and the older only rolled his eyes, switching the stations before he found something good playing again.
“You know,” Taehyung spoke again as he took a turn, “I thought, maybe, we could walk our dogs together in the evenings?”
“Sorry?” Yoongi asked and set the volume down since the younger’s voice had gotten a little quieter.
“We could walk our dogs together?” Taehyung repeated. “We live nearby, our work hours are basically the same, except for some days, so I thought,” he shrugged, “couldn’t be that bad of an idea, right?”
Yoongi couldn't help the grin spreading across his face, the younger’s almost rare shyness giving him a little more confidence. “Sure, but I’ll need your number. Y’know,” he shrugged, sitting back in his seat, eyes looking out the window as he smiled, “just in case.” See? All he needed was the right moment, and here it was.
“Of course,” Yoongi couldn’t see but Taehyung was biting down a grin, “was going to ask for yours anyway.”
The following day Yoongi realized why everything seemed so weird after he had said his goodbyes with Taehyung. He was in a mood that was much different from his usual one and it wasn’t like he was always in a bad one, but his evenings never really ended with a smile that wouldn’t want to leave his face. Instead, he’d go to sleep overthinking about the work he didn’t have the time to get done and wondering whether he’d have all the reports sent out on time.
It was just too good to be true, it seemed. His day did not start well for him at all. First, his coffee machine broke out of nowhere and he couldn’t drink any coffee, which was a disaster for him as caffeine was what kept his sanity intact in the mornings. Then Holly jumped into a puddle and covered his pants with mud (what a wonderful winter: puddles and mud instead of snow). It was manageable until he noticed a little stain on his button up as well, groaning as he had to find one that looked like it was at least somehow ironed and not as if Yoongi pulled it out of that place.
And, because he's the universe's favorite child, his bus arrived a few minutes early and left right when he managed to get to the stop. Yoongi was never late to work, ever. And even if his bosses wouldn’t mind, he did. There was nothing worse for him than to be late, he’d rather arrive hours prior. But, sometimes, these things were bound to happen, so, with a groan of defeat, he sat down on the bench, hand rubbing his face.
“Hyung?” He suddenly heard, head snapping up to see Taehyung looking at him from his car.
“Oh, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi smiled and, for some reason, a wave of relief washed over him as he got up to walk closer to the vehicule. “You shouldn’t stay here, unless you want a ticket.”
“Ah, I thought I missed you again,” the younger smiled. “Get in.”
Yoongi’s eyebrows rose up. “Huh?”
“I’ll drive you to work. I keep going out earlier to catch you on your way out of the building, but you keep slipping away from my view,” the younger confessed.
“You don’t have to-”
“Hyung,” Taehyung reached to open the door, “get in, or do you want me to get a ticket? It seems like the next bus is soon?” He asked, looking behind Yoongi.
The elder turned his head to see the screen indicate that the next bus -not the one Yoongi took to go to work, those were only passing once every thirty minutes- was going to arrive in three minutes. “I don’t want to trouble you,” he grimaced when he looked back at the younger again.
“Didn’t you miss your bus?” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow and Yoongi nodded. “Then get in. Trust me, getting a ticket will trouble me much more than driving you to work, I have a child to feed, think about it,” he bit down a grin.
“I-” Yoongi was about to roll his eyes when he saw a police car on the other side of the street, his eyes going wide as he practically jumped inside the car. “Okay, let’s go,” he rushed to put his seatbelt on.
Taehyung laughed at the elder’s reaction. “I brought coffee for you, by the way. Wasn’t sure if I’d catch you, but decided to bring it just in case.”
“Oh my God,” Yoongi chirped. “Please,” he whined as he took the white cardboard cup from the cup holder beside him.
“Wow,” Taehyung laughed, ”didn’t know you loved coffee to that extent.”
“My coffee machine broke,” Yoongi explained, “so I haven’t had caffeine in my system since yesterday.”
“I’ll make sure to make you some every morning then,” Taehyung smiled.
“Ev-,” the elder nearly choked on the sip he took, “Every morning?”
“Yeah, you won’t need to take the bus anymore.”
“But I like taking the bus,” Yoongi pouted.
“Oh. I just,” the younger shrugged, “I thought it would be fun going to work together?” He threw Yoongi a quick glance. “But it’s okay if you don’t want to, I won’t take it personally.”
Yoongi’s cheeks scrunched up. “I don’t mind. And you’re so cute when you panic, thinking you did something wrong,” he blurted before he could think about what words were leaving his mouth.
Taehyung chuckled. “So I’m cute now?”
“I- I didn’t-,” Yoongi groaned as he covered his face with one of his hands. “Can we pretend like I didn’t just say that?”
“Nope,” Taehyung clicked his tongue, “I don’t think we can.”
The older one only huffed. “Maybe, I like taking the bus more than I thought.”
“Hey!” Taehyung pouted. “No take backs.”
“We’ll see,” Yoongi smiled as he took another sip of the coffee, getting startled by the younger’s sudden ‘Ah!’ as his hand reached back, searching for something in the backseat while his eyes were focused on the road.
“I can’t reach them,” he stated, confusing the elder. “Your work papers are in the back.”
Oh. Right. Another thing that Yoongi had just realized - for the first time in awhile, he went to sleep not thinking about work. And, surprisingly, he didn’t feel even remotely bad about forgetting. “Right,” he pressed his lips into a thin line, nodding, “work.”
“So,” the younger began after he’d started his car, making sure Yoongi had his seatbelt on, “how was work today?”
“Fine,” the older shrugged. “Just as usual, except for,” he bit down a grin, unable to stop himself for giggling.
“What is it?” Taehyung asked as a smile took over his face. “Why are you laughing?”
“My boss’ eyes when I told him I wasn’t staying past my work hours anymore,” Yoongi chuckled.
“I guess he was used to you being the one doing all the work for both you and himself,” the younger shook his head. “What an ass.”
“It was my fault,” Yoongi shrugged. “I never said no or questioned anything, so everyone began using it against me, I guess.”
“What changed then?” Taehyung asked, oblivious to how the other’s eyes bored into his side-profile.
“You can say I have an important excuse not to stay late,” Yoongi grinned, noticing how the corner’s of Taehyung’s lips slightly curled up as well.
“I see,” the younger nodded. “Must be a very important one since it made you get rid of your old habits this fast.”
Yoongi sat back more comfortably and looked out of the window, watching other cars passing by as he whispered with a gentle smile on his face: “You could say so, yeah.”
And that was how the whole of his January had passed and how it had begun unraveling further — the path that led Yoongi to somewhere rather unknown to him; somewhere where once he would turn around he would realize that there was no way back. No matter which way he would turn he would keep disappearing further and further into this unknown place that would sometimes remind him of an inner world. One he had only previously seen in his dreams: colorful and not at all like his daily gloomy life.
It had become a regular thing: Taehyung drove him to work and, most of the evenings, he’d also drive him back home after what they’d meet again some minutes later but with their pets by their sides. It felt refreshing to share a few smiles and silly stories the two would tell each other, the ones they thought to have had forgotten already until the other would somehow bring it back by mentioning the most random things. And Yoongi had to admit to himself about how Hoseok was right when he told him that he needed to meet other people. Or, well, almost … Because what Yoongi needed was to meet this one person in order for everything in his life to drastically change.
Because of Taehyung, within the shortest amount of time, Yoongi’s life had taken in so many new colors that he couldn’t even wrap his head around it. Have all these colors really existed before, or was it Taehyung who kept purposely creating new ones just to paint Yoongi’s every day with another, different from the previous, shade? He guessed that time would only show him the answers.
“You know,” Jimin started, “you seem happier lately.”
“What do you mean?” Yoongi frowned.
“He’s right,” Hoseok nodded. “You don’t stop smiling and you’ve actually been leaving work when your work hours end.”
“Yeah! It’s like the fifth time we’ve met in the past two weeks. You could barely manage seeing us more than twice a month before,” Jimin added.
Yoongi shrugged. “Just realized that overworking wasn’t the way to go.”
“Finally,” Hoseok groaned. “Hyung,” he narrowed his eyes, “did you, perhaps, meet someone?”
The elder’s eyes widened in panic. “Huh? No? What do you mean? Who would I- Where would I-”
“Hyung,” the youngest waved his hands in front of his face, “chill. Why are you panicking all of the sudden?” He laughed.
“I think I’m right, that’s why he panicked.”
“I didn’t meet anyone,” he rolled his eyes, taking a couple of moments to think of something. “I just saw that it might snow soon, so I feel excited. Winter’s almost over so it’s something keeping my mood up lately”
“ Right ,” Jimin snorted.
“Whatever you say, hyung,” Hoseok raised his hands in defeat. “No more questions. Anyw-”
“Oh! Yoongi hyung!” A voice suddenly startled the three of them.
“Taehyung-ah?” The name fell off Yoongi’s lips ever so quietly as the man came up to their table, followed by Jungkook. “This just never ends, huh?” He grinned.
“I guess,” the elder smiled awkwardly and before he had the time to try to introduce him to his friends —whom he just tried convincing that he hadn’t met anyone— Jimin beat him to it, speaking up first.
“Hey,” he started, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes fell on Jungkook, “aren’t you that guy both Hobi hyung and I saw two weeks ago near your shop?” He turned to Hoseok.
“The one who tried saying it was his shop?” He giggled, eyes traveling to look at the boy as well. “And ran away the second I pointed at my badge?”
Taehyung couldn’t help the loud laugh rolling off his lips while Jungkook’s whole face turned tomato red. “Sorry, he’s just very bad at starting conversations with cute people.”
Yoongi nodded. “Told me he knitted the hat I wore the day I saw him for the first time and I fully believed him but Taehyung snitched on him.”
“So the stranger’s name is Taehyung, huh?” Jimin smirked.
“We work together,” Yoongi blurted out, not giving Taehyung a chance to say whatever it was that he wanted to say. Instead, the younger pressed his lips into a thin line, nodding.
“That’s right, but in different departments,” he smiled. “Still manage to run into each other a lot, though.”
“I see,” Jimin said as his eyes remained on Yoongi, who tried his best avoiding his friend’s gaze. “Would you two like to join us?” He suddenly asked, finally averting his attention to the two standing beside his table.
“Oh, we’d love to but we have plans with some of our friends, we just passed because one of them works here and his shift’s about to end. Sorry,” Taehyung explained and Yoongi couldn't’ help but smile at Jungkook behind him, whose eyes kept boring into the floor as his face kept shining with new shades of red because Hoseok hadn’t taken his eyes off him ever since they first landed on him.
“Too bad,” Hoseok said. “Maybe your friend would like to pass by my shop, then?” He asked, making Jungkook shoot his eyes up at him, confused. “What do you say?”
“I-i,” Jungkook startled, making everyone coo at him.
“Hyung,” Jimin spoke, “stop scaring the poor boy.”
“Ah!” Taehyung suddenly exclaimed. “Our friend’s waiting at the exit, we should go now,” he bowed. “It was nice seeing you,” he directed his words at Yoongi’s friends before he turned to him, “we still good for tonight?” He asked and the older nodded, his ears getting red.
“Are you working tomorrow?” Jungkook suddenly asked Hoseok, who seemed a little taken aback by his sudden question.
“Both of us are,” Jimin stepped in, smiling, “so you can stop by.”
Both Yoongi and Taehyung cocked their eyebrows as they looked at the three, sharing a quick glance before the younger and his friend had to finally leave.
“Didn’t meet anyone my ass,” Hoseok snorted. “Who is he?”
“We just walk our dogs together,” Yoongi explained.
“Well, that’s a way to call it,” Jimin teased making himself and Hoseok laugh.
The elder groaned. “Shut up. We live nearby and we walk our dogs together. And, well,” Yoongi shrugged, “he takes me to work and drives me home, too. Well, most of the evenings, at least.”
Both of his friends shared a knowing glance between the two of them, but didn’t say a single word.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You know,” Hoseok sat back, “my shop sells both wedding dresses and wedding suits, so hit me up whenever,” the man burst out laughing, followed by Jimin who caught the napkin Yoongi threw at the two.
“I can’t stand you two.”
“We’re still gonna be your best men tho, right hyung?”
“Jimin, one more word and I’ll leave,” Yoongi warned and the two raised their hands in defeat.
They no longer teased him during the time they spent together, but they definitely kept whispering things to one another, sniggering as the elder threw daggers at them with his eyes.
A wide gummy smile lingered on Yoongi’s face as he walked, Holly beside him, and watched Taehyung chase after Yeontan.
“Hyung! Why aren’t you helping me?” The younger stopped for a moment to look at him with a puzzled expression on his face. “I’m struggling over h- Tan-ah! Give it back!”
The younger’s screams had Yoongi’s cheeks scrunching up and he couldn’t help all the giggles that wouldn’t cease to escape. “Ah,” Yoongi breathed out, “what was it you told me the first time we met?” He knitted his eyebrows together and pinched his nose, trying his best not to laugh anymore. “Right! That you shouldn’t chase after your dog because he might think you’re playing with him and won't stop running away. So,” he grinned when he saw the younger glare at him, “in a way I am helping you.” Yoongi’s shoulders once again shook from the laughter he couldn’t hold back as he crouched down, looking at Taehyung who looked like he was about to give up and just let his pet tear one of his gloves into pieces. He might’ve been little and fluffy, but he sure loved some naughty frolicking from time to time. “Tannie,” Yoongi called and the dog immediately stopped to look at him so he patted his thigh lightly, “c’mere.”
“You traitor,” the older heard Taehyung breathe out the moment Yeontan made his way to Yoongi without any hesitation. Yoongi took the younger’s glove out of his mouth and giggled, petting his head.
“You’re just a little troublemaker at times, aren’t you?” Yoongi beamed and got up, handing the younger his glove.
“I can’t believe this,” he said as he approached the elder. “I think he likes you more than he likes me.”
“What can I say,” Yoongi shrugged, “I’m very likable.”
Taehyung shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. ” That I must agree with, it’s impossible not to like you,” he mumbled and the older, who definitely expected some teasing and not whatever it was that the other had just told him, felt his ears get red. “What’s wrong?” Taehyung suddenly asked when he saw the elder freeze, mouth agape.
“Nothing I- uh,” Yoongi shook his head, regaining his previous, rather smug, face expression. “So we both agree that I’m Tan’s favorite?”
“Over my dead body,” Taehyung gasped. “He’s a loyal pet. Here, I’ll prove it to you,” he started walking further away from Yoongi, his eyes on Yeontan. “Tana, come here,” he called for his dog but, no matter how much further he stepped away or how much louder he called his name, the dog remained next to Yoongi and Holly, tilting his head from side to side as he watched his owner. “I can’t believe this,” Taehyung let out a dramatic groan and, hunched, covering his face with both of his palms, “I raised him and that’s what I get in return.”
“Tannie,” Yoogni whispered and the pup immediately looked up at him, “go,” he nodded his head with a smile on his face, and the dog quickly ran to Taehyung, who almost fell on his butt when Yeontan suddenly jumped on him.
“Aha!” The younger exclaimed as a beaming smile took over his face, reaching down to rub at the pup’s sides. “Told you!”
“Yeah yeah,” Yoongi nodded and bit down a grin. “He’s your loyal little creature.”
Taehyung clicked his tongue, pointing a finger gun at the older. “Exactly.”
Yoongi wasn’t sure what it was that had suddenly rushed through his body at the sight of Taehyung smiling wide in front of him. He couldn’t pinpoint whether it was just joy of seeing a friend of his as happy as the other seemed, or if there was something else hidden behind that light sensation overcoating his heart at that exact moment. But, whatever it was, he welcomed the feeling with open arms and let it settle somewhere further in him as it warmed him with its presence. Though, it was warm only metaphorically speaking, as Yoongi suddenly felt his hands begin to sting from the frosty air, almost as if his fingers were about to turn into little ice cubes. He shivered, quickly putting them inside the pockets of his warm jacket.
“Are you cold?” Taehyung suddenly asked before stating: “Your nose is pink.”
“A little,” he admitted.
The younger took off both of his gloves and handed them to the elder, and before the latter could say anything, he spoke: “And don’t even try saying no. Put them on,” he ordered as he stepped a little closer, in a way that let Yoongi see the small details of his face, and started fixing his scarf for him, making sure it covered a good half of his face. “Even your cheeks are rosy from the cold now,” he pointed out and Yoongi was thankful that the younger didn’t realize that it wasn’t the cold painting his cheeks red, but the heat of his blood suddenly rising under his skin. “We should head back,” he told him and the elder only nodded, letting Taehyung take Holly’s leash from him to hitch both their dogs and walk home.
“All this cold and still no snow,” the younger sighed and turned to look at Yoongi. “You’re not cold anymore?” He made sure to check on him once again as they were already approaching Yoongi’s building.
Yoongi shook his head. “‘M good now. You know… You didn’t have to walk me all the way to my building, we could’ve parted ways at the parking lot as we usually do.”
“I don’t mind,” Taehyung shrugged before biting his lower lip, seeming a little unsure. “Unless it bothered you?”
“Not at all,” the older flashed him a smile. “You’ll just have to walk some extra steps.”
Taehyung chuckled. “You know the ‘I’m gonna be’ song?” Yoongi shook his head. “The one that goes like ‘I would walk five hundred miles and I would walk five hundred more’?”
The elder narrowed his eyes, thinking. “The proclaimers?” He asked, uncertain, and when Taehyung nodded he let an almost silent ‘oh’ roll off his lips, as the lyrics of the song briefly came back into mind.
“Yup, them. And, actually,” Taehyung turned to him as they both stopped in front of Yoongi’s apartment complex, “I wanted to ask something.”
The younger bit down on his lower lip and Yoongi thought about how he’d never seen him look that lost, or more like shy, before. It was a little strange, but at the same time it made his heart tingle at how cute Taehyung looked. “Tomorrow’s Saturday,” he said and Yoongi hummed, “and after that it’s Sunday.”
“That’s how days work, yeah,” the older teased. “Then we have Monday, Tues-”
“Hyuuuung,” Taehyung whined, making Yoongi giggle.
“Sorry. You can continue.”
“Right, so- Since it’s the weekend, and we won’t have to wake up early on Sunday,” he shook his head, “neither do we have to do it tomorrow but it’s already late to do it today so- Why’re you looking at me like that?” He noticed the amused look on the older’s face.
“It’s just rare to see you ramble, you’re usually,” he paused, “I don’t even know… more straightforward?”
“Yeah well, this is a little-”
“A little what?”
“Different,” Taehyung bit the inner corner of his cheek, hand traveling up to rub at the back of his neck.
“Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi’s soft voice managed to give the younger enough courage to look straight into his eyes, “you can tell hyung.”
Taehyung stared at him for a mere moment, and it seemed as if the previous awkwardness, or fear, had begun to slowly fade away. He breathed out: “Would you like to-”
“Ah, shi-” Yoongi groaned when the two got interrupted by a loud sound of his phone ringing in the pocket of his jeans. “Sorry, give me a second?” He threw Taehyung an apologetic look and the latter nodded, his lips pressed together in a thin line.
“Hello?” Yoongi answered the phone after struggling to get it out of his pocket because of the thick gloves. “Yeah. Uhuh. Tomorrow?” He threw Taehyung a glance as the latter seemed a little upset all of the sudden. “I guess so? Sure. I’ll be there. I know. Yeah, see you,” he hung up, eyes right away settling on the younger. “Everything okay? What was it that you wanted to ask?”
“Oh I,” the younger chuckled, “I think I forgot? Silly me,” he bit the corner of his lower lip. “Got plans for tomorrow?”
Yoongi hummed. “My friend needs help with something, said he couldn’t deal with it without me so I guess tomorrow isn’t going to be too much of a day off for me.”
“Oh, I see,” Taehyung nodded, eyes looking down.
“Are you sure you don’t remember whatever it was that you wanted to ask me?” The elder narrowed his eyes. “It seemed important, since it had you rambling.”
Taehyung looked up, beaming. “Don’t worry about it. I really forgot but I’ll tell you when I remember, yeah? And I assume we’re not gonna see each other tomorrow evening?” Yoongi shook his head in confirmation. “Then see you on Sunday?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi smiled, “see you on Sunday.”
And something in the pit of his stomach tried convincing him that he should stop Taehyung, who was already waving him off after he’d given him Holly’s leash back. But, instead, Yoongi just stood there, rooted to the spot as his eyes followed the younger’s figure until he was no longer close enough to reach his sight.
Then, before turning around to walk in, he frowned and his eyes landed on Holly. “Is it weird that I only now realized how we’ve never gone on walks with them in the mornings?” He looked up at the empty street again. “We could see each other even tomorrow. Though, I would probably come off as clingy if I asked to join their morning walks,” Yoongi mumbled under his breath before he picked Holly up and they entered the building.
Yoongi groaned as he stepped foot on the ground of his bus stop after an almost one hour ride. His whole body hurt and his friends were to blame for it. With his hands in the pockets of his jacket, Yoongi’s legs led him to his building, all his limbs not ceasing to remind him just how many boxes he had carried up the stairs. Yoongi regretted not specifying what kind of help Hoseok needed, and Jimin, yet another traitor, didn’t mention what it was the other needed when he’d called him the same evening. But he could never be mad at them, it’s not like Yoongi would ever say no to helping either of them, they were always there to help him with whatever it was just as he was there to help them. Even if it had to do with helping carrying a dozen of heavy boxes with wedding photoshoot equipment. Well, at least he had some good news on his way back — he didn’t have work on Monday, and that meant he was still getting two nights of peaceful sleep, after all.
He heard his phone buzz and, as soon as he looked at the notification, he smiled: his brother sent him a picture of Holly, snoozing in his little bed—the one he had at Yoongi family’s house— burrowed in a blanket that smelled like Yoongi (the little one hated being away from him). He had to ask his brother to come get him, in fear that he would make it home too late and he wasn’t wrong for it. Though, it wasn’t too late: his watch barely struck 10 PM but Yoongi still wouldn’t want Holly to wait as long for him.
As he made his way to his apartment complex, Yoongi reached into his back pocket with a fatigued sigh leaving his mouth, the skin in between his eyebrows wrinkling immediately as he noticed that the key from the building entry wasn’t there. He searched in all of his pockets: pants, jacket, blazer, but the key just wasn’t there. He had forgotten the only key he had to carry around, one that would not be needed anymore after they’d fix the bug in their intercom, and he managed to forget it. Just as a laugh that had a note of self pity in it was about to roll off his lips, he felt someone’s hands circling around his figure from the back.
Yoongi’s eye widened as he rapidly turned around, surprising whoever it was by punching them in the face before getting the chance to see who it was. Be damned, protective reflexes . Because the one he punched was no other than-
“Hyung! What the- ouch,” Taehyung whined as his hands covered his face. “You’re small but, God, I feel like you just broke my nose.”
“Taehyung-ah?” He stared at the younger, still a little under shock. “I’m sorry- You ass!” He suddenly exclaimed. “I got scared cause I thought someone was going to mug me or something,” the elder explained and immediately frowned when he saw Taehyung laughing.
“Hyung, why would they try hugging you from the back if they were to mug you?”
“I-,” Yoongi paused before a laugh fell off his lips, “that’s a good question. Does it hurt?” He grimaced.
“Oh you bet it does,” Taehyung had a pained expression on his face before he let a smirk spread across it, “you’ll have no choice but to kiss it better.”
The elder’s lips parted at his words, but no sound fell off them, and he only blinked at the other. Yoongi wondered why his cheeks felt warm at the thought of his lips pressing against the soft skin of the younger’s nose; at the thought of pecking the little mole he was always throwing glances at whenever he’d get a chance.
“Hyung,” Taehyung laughed, “I’m just kidding. And I’m fine,” he scrunched his, now red, nose and hissed a little. “See? All good. Might have to get some ice though.”
“Sorry again,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Where’s Tan?”
“Oh, we already walked. I just came down to grab a folder I forgot in my car and I saw you here, and you already know what happened next.“
“And you? Done helping your friend?”
“Don’t remind me,” Yoongi groaned. “I got bribed into carrying a lot of heavy boxes. He made it seem like it was something very serious, turns out the company that was supposed to work with them today sort of bailed so he thought I was a good candidate.”
“Ah, now I’ll know who to call if I ever have to move,” Taehyung chuckled.
“Not a chance,” the elder protested, “my career as a porter both started and ended today.”
“Ah, too bad, I guess I’ll have to look for someone else then,” he smiled. “Your nose is pink again,” Taehyung noticed. “You should go inside and warm up.”
Right. The key. “About that…”
“I forgot the key and I can’t even enter the building unless someone walks out or gets in but, to my luck,” he said sarcastically, “the street is empty and it doesn’t seem like anyone’s gonna pass by here any time soon. I’ll have to call my hyung and ask him to bring it.”
The younger frowned. “You can’t just enter the code?”
“Oh the buttons stopped working and the screen also started acting up so they told us we have no choice but to use a key for now. Said they’d repair it in a few weeks, but I managed to forget, I guess.”
“It’s fine,” Yoongi shrugged. “I’ll just go grab some coffee while I wait for him.”
“Or,” Taehyung started, a little timid. He stared at Yoongi, as if trying to see if the elder would catch on without him having to say it out loud, but the expression on his face made it clear that he had no idea where Taehyung was going with it. So, with a little gain of confidence, the younger continued: “Or, you could wait at my place?”
“Y-your place?” Yoongi asked and mentally cursed at himself for stuttering.
“If you’re okay with it?” Taehyung clasped his arms behind his back, his eyes and nose crinkling, “I can make you the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had.”
“Ah, really?” Yoongi cocked an eyebrow. “I’ve had some good coffee, you’d have to try really hard.”
Taehyung shrugged. “I’m confident in my skills,” he smirked and Yoongi still couldn’t believe how fast Taehyung was able to go from being shy to very confident or cocky every single time.
“Well then,” the elder clicked his tongue, “lead the way?”
“After you,” Taehyung beamed as he stepped to the side, hand spread out to the front and his body hunched in a slight bow, “milord,” he said and Yoongi only shook his head, eyes rolling to the back of his head as a wide smile took over his face.
When they entered Taehyung’s apartment, the two were greeted by Yeontan, who was happy to see Yoongi just as much as he was happy to see his owner.
“Hi Tan-ah,” the elder crouched down to pet him. “Sorry, Holly’s not with me, but you’ll see him tomorrow, okay?” The pup barked and his eyes immediately settled on Taehyung.
“You’ve had your food already, no more snacks,” the younger told him before his eyes averted to Yoongi again. “When he looks at you like that it means he wants treats, but he’s had enough already so don’t get tricked by those puppy eyes.”
“No worries, I have experience. Holly always acts as if I never feed him,” Yoongi snickered.
“Such drama queens,” Taehyung smiled. “Go on in.”
As they went further into the apartment, Yoongi’s eyes went a little wide — surprised at how it looked almost exactly how he’d imagined for it to be. The flat itself was quite spacious and everything was made in warm colors, and almost every wall or shelf had at least one piece of art on it. And, despite the quantity of things in the rooms—the ones yoongi had the chance to see on his way to the kitchen—nothing looked like it was clustered. Everything was tidy and seemed quite comfy and welcoming. The apartment also had a sweet and warm scent lingering in the air, something fruity mixed with a light floral scent.
“Do you need me to leave you for a moment so you can call your hyung?” Taehyung asked as they made it to the kitchen.
Yoongi shook his head, getting his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll just text him,” he said and noticed a window on the left side of the room. He’d always wanted a kitchen with a window, so he’d eat breakfast and look outside as people walked past each other in the streets. Though, the view from his own wouldn’t be too nice whereas from Taehyung’s the view opened on the big park where they walked their dogs. Quite a calming sight , he thought.
“Okay then, you can sit here while I make the coffee and then we’ll see what we do next,” he told him and the elder nodded, dragging one of the chairs from under the table to sit down.
“Aren’t you going to make a cold compress for your nose?”
Taehyung stopped, hand reaching to touch his nose. “Oh, you’re right. I almost forgot that you tried breaking it.”
“I got scared!” Yoongi argued.
“I’m just kidding,” Taehyung chuckled as he got a glass bottle out of the fridge, pressing it to his nose.
“Is that- tomato juice?” The elder quirked his eyebrow.
“Yes,” he nodded, “and you better not judge me for my taste. Tomato juice is superior and I will not accept any slander, I get enough from Jungkook. I swear he’s always on thin ice.”
“Okay,” the elder hummed, biting down a chuckle. “No tomato juice slander then.”
To Yoongi’s luck, his brother replied right away, telling him he’d be over in an hour, hour and a half at max if there was any traffic. With a content sigh, he locked his phone and placed it on the table in front of him, eyes traveling up and landing on Taehyung who stood next to the counter, his back turned to Yoongi, as his shoulders shook. “Taehyung-ah, what’s wrong?”
“Hyung,” he turned around, eyes going up to lock with Yoongi’s, “I’m out of coffee,” he showed him an empty box where the elder saw a few beans remaining at the bottom, and broke down laughing.
Yoongi, after having stared at the younger for a good minute, not quite catching on, followed him and burst out laughing, too. And neither of them knew why the situation seemed as funny to them. Like, what’s so funny about running out of coffee, right? “Here goes the best coffee I’ve ever had,” he then grabbed his stomach, calming down a little. “And here goes my yearly ab workout.”
“You’re welcome,” Taehyung wiped his eyes as tears had already started forming in them, clearing his throat as the smile was suddenly gone from his face. “I’m sorry,” he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Huh- Why are you apologizing?”
“I invited you here for some coffee, and I don’t even have any,” he sighed. “I don’t even know how this happened, I was sure to have bought some the other day.”
Yoongi smiled, feeling fond of the younger, the latter noticing his eyes boring into him wordlessly. “You’ve been doing this a lot,” Taehyung stated.
“Hm?” The elder’s eyebrows rose.
“Zoning out while staring at me,” he said, sending a rosy tint across Yoongi’s face.
“Oh,” he looked down at his hands, not quite knowing what to tell him.
But Taehyung, who smiled to himself without the other noticing, saved him from his little “misery”. “Are you hungry?”
Yoongi looked at him, lips in a pout. “Now that you mention, I haven’t had dinner.”
“Great!” Taehyung exclaimed. “I mean, it’s not great that you haven’t had dinner, it’s great because it means I can redeem myself and cook for you.”
“You know how to cook?”
The younger shrugged his shoulders, grinning. “I am a man of many talents.”
“And you sure keep proving it,” Yoongi nodded in a way that had his body swaying along. “But,” he paused, “you sure your fridge isn’t empty as well?”
Taehyung’s mouth dropped open, eyes throwing a glare at the elder. “Rude,” he said just as his face broke into a smile, not able to resist it. “How do you feel about italian cuisine?”
“Are you about to bake me a pizza?”
“More like boil some spaghetti and throw some cheese in it,” the younger sniggered.
“Wow, cooking must really be one of your strongest talents,” Yoongi teased. “I’ll gladly try your masterpiece of spaghetti a la Taehyung.”
Taehyung giggled, opening the drawers. “I meant pasta ai quattro formaggi, but a la Taehyung sounds nice, too. Ah!” He exclaimed as he opened the fridge, “I almost forgot I bought some pasta fresca two days ago, it’ll be even better.”
“You’re comfortable pronouncing all these italian terms,” Yoongi started, curiosity peeking in him, “are you by any chance fluent?”
Taehyung giggled. “I just watched one too many cooking videos with italian chefs, so I kind of picked up some of the words.”
“I see,” Yoongi hummed. “Do you need help?”
“Sure,” Taehyung looked around, “you can pour me a glass of water.”
Yoongi narrowed his eyes at him. “I mean with the cooking process.”
“Excuse me, but keeping the chef hydrated is helping the cooking process.”
“Whatever you say,” the elder got up from the table, making his way to the counter to grab a glass and pour some water from the carafe that he noticed there. “Here,” he handed it to Taehyung, who was just done putting on an apron.
“Thank you, hyung,” he smiled, taking the glass from him and downing it in one go. “Now sit and enjoy the show,” Taehyung motioned for the elder to go back to his seat.
With both his elbows on the table, and his face supported by both of his palms, he let out a deep breath as the corners of his lips tugged in a faint smile. Watching Taehyung cook made Yoongi realize that, despite knowing him for barely two months, he felt very comfortable in his presence. There wasn’t much awkwardness between them, except for maybe when Yoongi would embarrass himself or get overly shy when sudden compliments were thrown his way. But even then, Yoongi didn’t feel too bad, the younger never made fun of him. He teased, yes. But it was always light-hearted and in a way that helped Yoongi regain his composure pretty fast.
And seeing him like that - humming a melody as he prepared the “pasta fresca ai quattro formaggi”, turning to flash Yoongi a smile from time to time, made everything feel very- domestic. Yes, that was the word. He felt at ease and it seemed as if it had been done many times between them before, even though they’ve never done anything together, aside from walk their dogs and go to work together. Yoongi didn’t understand it, but he also didn’t give it much thought. Taehyung was an easy person to get along with, so it was no surprise that even someone like him, who doesn’t open up to people easily, was able to do it with him as fast.
Deep in his thoughts, he almost missed the hiss that fell off Taehyung’s lips, but the loud sound of the pan hitting the floor, and the loud barking coming from Yeontan who got scared by the sudden noise, was something that definitely got him out of it. Taehyung kept waving and blowing on one of his hands and, without giving it a second thought, Yoongi nearly sprinted out of his seat to get to the younger, grabbing his hand in his own.
“Did you burn it?” He asked without looking at his face, eyes examining the hand, drawing it closer to his face. “Where does it hurt?” And, when the response didn’t follow, he finally looked up, air getting stuck in his lungs when his eyes locked with Taehyung’s. He was staring at him without saying a word, and there was something in his gaze that Yoongi couldn’t quite read. They were standing so close to each other that, after he’d managed to come back to his senses, it made Yoongi swallow before he let go of the younger’s hand. “I’m- I’m sorry. I thought you burnt it and uh- I guess I panicked.”
Taehyung cleared his throat. “No, I’m- It’s okay, I was just a little dramatic. I touched the stove when I reached for the pan on the side.”
“Oh.. I thought the pan was hot, though it makes sense it still wasn’t on the stove since it’s empty,” he looked down. “I guess I didn’t pay as much attention as I thought I did,” Yoongi’s hand traveled to scratch his upper arm, feeling a little awkward.
“Thank you,” Taehyung suddenly spoke, ever so softly, confusing the other. “For caring, I mean.”
“Oh, it’s-” Yoongi’s eyes widened a little, and despite still feeling embarrassed, he couldn’t look away, keeping his eyes locked with the younger’s. “It’s what friends do for each other, right? They make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”
“Right,” the younger breathed out.
“Oh my God!” Taehyung suddenly exclaimed, starling Yoongi, who nearly jumped in place. “It’s snowing!” He yelled as he stared past the elder’s shoulder. “It’s finally snowing!” He exclaimed again as he walked to the window, opening it to take in the fresh air. Taehyung then turned to Yoongi with the brightest smiles on his face, one that made the elder’s heart beat ten times faster. “Let’s go outside for awhile?” He asked, brows raised and eyes full of excitement.
“Are you sure? Is your hand okay?”
“Yup,” the younger nodded, showing him both his hands from every possible angle. “See? All good.”
Yoongi let a fond smile take over his face, nodding as he spoke: “Okay then, let’s go.”
“Wait,” he stopped, “the dinner.”
“It’s okay, Tae-yah-”
“No,” Taehyung argued. “I’ll finish making the pasta, it won’t take more than fifteen minutes,” he looked back at the stove. “The water won’t take too long to boil and the pasta will be done in no time. We’ll eat and then go out, deal?”
Yoongi bit his bottom lip. “You seemed so excited when you noticed that it was snowing, I can manage without food. I’ll eat ramen when I get home or something.”
“Do you really think I’ll let you eat ramen for dinner?” The younger crossed his arms and Yoongi could only press his lips into a thin line. “Exactly. Plus, by the time we're done the snow will cover the ground a bit, making it better,” he beamed. “So, grab another apron in the bottom drawer on the right and help me cut up garlic and shred the cheese so I can start making the sauce”
“On it,” Yoongi nodded and proceeded to do what was asked of him. And, of course, he struggled with his apron, his cheeks going crimson red as Taehyung’s hands touched his own, to help him out. “Is the stove on?” He giggled awkwardly. “It’s a little hot.”
But, apart from that little moment, everything went pretty smoothly (that meant without Yoongi blushing even more). Cooking with Taehyung was actually a lot of fun, especially during the part where he had told Yoongi how he once almost burned his whole kitchen- the same one they were in -because he didn’t bother to turn on subtitles on one of the videos, being too sure of his skills already. Never try setting meat on fire while watching a video you don’t understand, he told the elder, making the two of them laugh.
Time flew by pretty fast and byt the time they were done both cooking and eating (with Yeontan by their side, hoping they’d share) there was already a good layer of snow covering the ground.
“It was so good,” Yoongi told him as he put his plate in the sink, grabbing the sponge.
“Hyung,” the younger whined, “you’re not about to do the dishes?” Yoongi’s lips parted, but before he could say anything, Taehynug grabbed it out of his hand, threw it back to where it was, and, with his fingers circled firmly around the elder’s wrist, led them to the corridor.
“You’re staying home,” Taehynug told Yeontan as the dog followed them to the front door, eyes boring into the two men.
Yoongi shrugged his shoulders at the pup. “Sorry, Tannie. I guess no snow for you tonight.”
“I’m scared he’s going to try eating the snow, it’s very bad for them,” he explained as the two were rushingly putting their shoes on. “But ahhhh,” he smiled silly, “I had already lost hope. I thought it wouldn’t snow this year, at all.”
“Yeah, me too,” Yoongi agreed. “You like snow that much?”
“You bet,” he smiled excitedly as they went out to the elevator, “winter is my favourite season. Has been since forever, snow is my favorite,” Taehyung turned to Yoongi, who was staring at him. “What about you?”
“Hm? Oh,” he looked down sheepishly, “I love snow, too. And winter is one of my favorite seasons as well. It’s just that I can never choose between it and spring. Must be because I was born in spring.”
“So it’s your birthday soon?”
Yoongi shrugged. “In a few weeks.”
“I need to get you a present then,” Taehyung hummed to himself.
“You don’t need to-”
“I want to and I will,” the younger cut him off.
“Okay then, when’s yours?”
Taehyung laughed. “You wanna get me one, too?” Yoongi nodded. “It’s on the 30th of december, so you still have a little over ten months to think of one.”
“Ah! Off we go!” Taehyung grabbed Yoongi’s hand and rushed them out of the building, the smile on his face as wide as ever.
The moment they stepped outside, Taehyung’s usual persona seemed to shine even brighter than before. Yoongi wasn’t sure how it was possible, though, at the same time, he reminded himself that the younger has proven that no matter how much you thought you already knew about him, he’d always manage to surprise you, proving that there’s even more to him.
While Taehyung twirled around in the street, just like kids do when they feel happy, Yoongi let himself breathe in the fresh air of what finally felt like winter. The change of climate was far too obvious the past couple of years, but he was happy that the winter didn’t go completely without snow this time, even if it was to melt the next day.
The corners of his lips quirked up as his eyes landed on Taehyung again, who couldn’t contain his happiness. He had a wide boxy smile spreading across his face as his gaze met with Yoongi’s. His skin was shining under the bright and yellow-ish color of the street light - the only source of light at that hour. Yoongi thought he looked even more beautiful than usual at that moment.
“It’s really snowing!” He stated the obvious, with so much excitement in his voice that Yoongi just couldn’t not notice the giddy feeling inside him. He nodded, mirroring the younger’s smile, a little voice at the back of his head whispering something to him. Something that would have been so much more obvious to him, had he paid a little more attention to his own emotions.
Only until this very moment, Yoongi couldn’t understand what was happening with him. Maybe it was because he was a little naive or slightly too oblivious; or because it has been awhile since he’s had any sort of feelings for somebody. The constant impression of diving deep into something that seemed so unfamiliar to him; the warmth that went through him whenever he’d spend time with the younger and even catching himself randomly thinking about Taehyung as he went on with his days - it all made sense now. It wasn’t just his reaction to someone new appearing in his life; it wasn’t just his admiration for Taehyung as a friend. All this time every little thing he had felt was a part of a big fat sign. Sign that he had been falling hard and with no way out.
But the train of realization finally hit him - he had feelings for Taehyung. He had feelings for Taehyung and all it took for him to finally understand it was the few snowflakes that had fallen on the other’s cheeks. The few snowflakes that melted as soon as they touched the warm skin of his cheeks that scrunched up as he smiled. And they melted just as easily and fast as Yoongi’s heart did when he saw Taehyung for the first time. And, perhaps, it was still a little too early to say that it was love, but… Is it ever too early or too late when it comes to it? It’s not like love is something we have control over.
“You’re doing it again,” Taehyung told him as he walked to him. Yoongi didn’t say a word back, only remained rooted to the spot, catching onto what Taehyung meant. “Zoning out while staring at m-,” the lips that were about to form a smile, suddenly, parted as Taehyung felt himself tripping, body falling forward.
“Got you,” Yoongi shifted quickly, managing to get him before he fell. Though, he hadn’t thought it through all too well. The close proximity of their faces visibly startled the two of them. They’ve been close before, when Taehyung would fix his scarf for him, or even some minutes ago in Taehyung’s kitchen, but never close to the point where they could feel the other’s breath on their own skin. Yoongi even swore he could count the younger’s lashes if he tried hard enough. And, not to mention, Taehyung’s hands that gripped tightly at Yoongi’s shoulders, whose own hands were pressed flat against the younger’s chest now, neither daring to withdraw.
“Hyung,” was the only word that had left Taehyung’s mouth, sounding more as a breathy whisper, before he leaned in and closed the remaining distance between them. The latter let his lips part as he felt warmth wash over him, his lips beginning to move against the younger’s soft ones. He sighed into Taehyung’s mouth, his body shuddering a little, as he felt his sweet scent filling up his lungs and clouding his mind. The feeling of being lifted off the ground, as if floating in one place, set itself in motion and if they were to continue kissing, Yoongi was sure his legs would give out. Something told him it wouldn’t be a problem, not with the way Taehyung’s hands held him as if he was scared the elder would disappear the moment he’d let go.
But they needed to breathe, so breaking the kiss was inevitable, no matter how much they were against the idea. Both of them blinked as they withdrew, hands awkwardly letting each other go, as they finally tried to process what had just happened. The elder noticed Taehyung’s face burning with red colors and it was most certainly not from the cold.
“Sorry,” the younger whispered, being the one who broke the silence between them.
Yoongi’s brows rose as surprise lingered on his face. “Did- Did you just kiss me?”
“N-no?” Taehyung stuttered. “I just- I almost fell and your face was there and I just- I guess I tripped and our lips connected by accident so we just-,” an awkward laugh rolled off his lips and he shook his head, “nope, didn’t kiss you.”
“Taehyung, you almost shoved your tongue down my throat,” the elder crossed his arms.
“Yes,” he admitted, not daring to look up, “I just kissed you.”
Taehyung let out a laugh. “Isn’t it obvious?” His eyes finally found Yoongi’s. “I found myself falling since the very first time we locked eyes.”
“Oh,” Yoongi breathed out, his hand traveling up to let his fingertips press onto his lower lip, giddy feeling setting in his stomach.
“Yeah… oh ,” he chuckled again, and when the elder had no other reaction, Taehyung grimaced, averting his gaze from him. “I ruined it, didn’t I?”
“Whatever it was between us,” the younger sighed, “the friendship. You won’t feel comfortable around me anymore, right? God,” Taehyung groaned, “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. One moment I’m happy because of the snow, the next your face is right there and I-,” he looked down. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
“Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi’s soft voice made the other look at him again, “I literally kissed you back.”
Taehyung’s lips parted, the skin in between his eyebrows wrinkling. “Wait you- You did kiss me back.”
The elder smiled, letting out a breathy laugh. “So, you kissed me.”
“And you kissed me back.”
“So what- what does it make us?” Yoongi tilted his head to the side.
“Kissing friends?” Taehyung teased, earning a glare from the other. “Kidding! I actually wanted to ask you out on a date yesterday,” he confessed.
The younger nodded. “But I chickened out because of your call, since it seemed like you were going to be busy.”
“I would’ve canceled,” Yoongi blurted, voice a little louder than he had expected. “Sorry,” he smiled, “it’s just… you should’ve asked me.”
“Actually,” Taehyung rubbed the back of his head, “I’ve been trying for awhile but I guess I’m not as brave and straightforward as I thought I was. Each time, I kept blurting out other things like,” he paused to wet his lips with his tongue, “when I came to your department with a cup of coffee, instead of asking you if you’d like to go have dinner with me, I offered to drive you home. Which I don’t regret, by the way!” His eyes widened. “It’s been nice having someone, having you , go to work with me.”
Yoongi had to agree. “Yeah, it’s been nice.”
“And when I asked if you wanted to walk Tan and Holly together,” Taehyung sighed, “it was once again my attempt to ask you out, except that I didn’t say precisely that I wanted for it to be a date. But, again,” he smiled, ”not complaining, because our walks are the best way to end my days.”
Technically,” Yoongi started, “if we say right now that those were dates, they could count as so.”
“We can only count today as a,” Taehyung laughed, “sort of unplanned date? And our walks, they’re not the same.”
“I never got to kiss you at the end,” he confessed, sending the widest of grins across Yoongi’s face. “What?”
“You’re a little greedy, don’t you think?” Yoongi quirked an eyebrow at him.
“I think,” Taehyung took one step closer as he smirked, hand confidently traveling to circle around Yoongi’s waist, “I have all the rights to be greedy,” he leaned in with an intention to place a quick kiss on the elder’s lips, previously shooting him a little glance to be sure he was okay with it. And when Yoongi nodded, and he was about to do so, someone cleared their throat beside them, a bark following.
“Yoongi-ya,” they jumped from one another as they heard Yoongi’s name be called and noticed Holly running their way.
Yoongi crouched down to greet the pup, taking him into his arms, right away getting his face licked, barking again when he noticed Taehyung, the latter waving at him. “Hyung,” he let out awkwardly. “Why didn't you call?”
“I did,” his brother threw a quick glance at Taehyung, “but you weren’t picking up.”
Yoongi frowned and reached into his pocket, only to realize that his phone battery gave out without him even noticing. “I didn’t even realize it died, sorry. Oh and,” he glanced at the younger, “this is Taehyung. My uh-,” he wasn’t sure what to say, as the two haven’t exactly established what they were, or if they even were to be something.
“His almost boyfriend,” he heard Taehyung answer for him, heat rising to his cheeks.
“Almost?” Yoongi’s brother asked, one corner of his lips rising.
“We’ve yet to go on a proper date,” the younger explained.
“I see,” he nodded and his eyes landed on Yoongi again, hand reaching into his pocket to get the key.
“How’d you know I was here? It’s not my yard,” Yoongi frowned as he took it from him.
“I parked and since you weren’t picking up I tried looking around. It’s Holly who recognized you, actually. Otherwise I’d just walk past you, thinking some couple really needed to get a room,” he laughed and both Taehyung and Yoongi’s cheeks felt heat rising up in them.
“We weren’t- I-“
“I’m just kidding,” he giggled before furrowing his eyebrows at Taehyung. “I would still like to have a talk with you, though.”
“M-me?” Taehyung pointed at himself, and Yoongi groaned.
“Hyung, stop scaring him. You’d better go back home, it’s late.”
He chuckled, raising his hands. “Alright, alright. See you next weekend?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi nodded. “Drive safe.”
“Good night, Taehyung-ah,” he bowed and Taehyung mirrored.
“It was nice meeting you,“ he told him, making the other nod.
“You should think about tagging along to our family dinner next weekend,” he added before turning around, not leaving Yoongi any time to protest, and Taehyung to stutter out his excuse of how he couldn’t go as not to be a burden there.
“God, he’s so,” Yoongi let out a groan of frustration, eyes narrowing as he turned to Taeyung, who couldn’t help but laugh. “What?”
“I don’t know,” the younger said with an amused voice, “I just felt like laughing.”
“We haven’t even started dating yet, but my brother has already made you go nuts.”
Taehyung shrugged. “Nah, he was cool. It’s you who’s making me go nuts, hyung,” he wiggled his eyebrows, earning a roll of eyes from the elder, who had just put Holly down, the leash wrapped around his wrist.
“Don’t eat the snow, okay?” He told him, eyes traveling up only to be startled by Taehyung, who stepped ridiculously close to him again. Yoongi had already managed to forget, in those few minutes of them being interrupted, just what an effect Taehyung had on him when being that close. He gulped. “We’ll get going then? It’s late.”
“Mmm,” the younger hummed, “I think you’re forgetting something, hyung.”
“What?” Yoongi breathed out when Taehyung leaned in just a little, making the distance between them even smaller, almost close enough for the tips of their noses to touch and close enough for him to see the little snowflakes, still not melted, resting on Taehyung’s lashes. The latter’s hands locked behind his own back, not reaching to circle them around the elder’s figure this time, with corners of his lips tugged in a smirk.
“To ask me out.”
Taehyung nodded. “You.”
“Why me?” Yoongi managed to ask and it was the moment Taehyung’s cocky demeanor was broken by a giggle rolling off his lips, and he straightened his posture.
“I’m not that good at doing it, in case you didn’t catch on.”
The elder smiled, cheeks scrunching up and even if he felt the heat under his skin rise again, he didn’t care if the other could notice it. Not anymore. “I’ll have to think well before deciding whether I want to go on a date with you or not,” he smirked.
“You-,” Taehyung clicked his tongue. “I see, is there a way for me to make you decide faster?”
“Maybe,” he said as his eyes flickered down to stare at Taehyung’s lips- lips that were a little too far away from his own for his own liking- before he stared back at his eyes. The younger seemed to have understood what Yoongi meant, a smile flickering across his face, as he stepped into his personal space once again.
“And it’s me who’s the greedy one?” He bit his bottom lip and let one of his arms circle around Yoongi’s waist, pulling him closer, as the other rested on his cheek, thumb gently caressing the soft skin.
“Can you blame me?” Yoongi asked him as he wet his lips, waiting for Taehyung to finally let his taste linger on his tongue again. But the younger wasn’t rushing to close the distance between them. Instead, he decided to take his time, letting his eyes roaming around the elder’s face, smiling silly as his gaze stopped at his nose.
Yoongi felt impatient so his free hand grabbed Taehyung’s jacket to pull him in. But the action only had the other laughing in his face. “You’re really eager, hyung.”
“Are you doing it on purpose?” Yoongi asked with a note of frustration in his voice.
Taehyung sniggered. “Doing what?”
“Don’t play dumb and just kiss me,” the elder pressed himself even closer to his chest.
“Ah, so that’s what I need to do for you to agree to go on a date with me?” Taehyung tilted his head to the side. “Kiss you?”
“Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi breathed out.
“Mmm?” Teahyung hummed, leaning in further, his lips faintly touching Yoongi’s.
“Will you go on a date with me, if I do?” He grinned, nearly laughing into Yoongi’s mouth when the latter nodded his head a little too rapidly. “Okay then,” he whispered before pressing his lips against Yoongi’s and earning a whine from the elder when he trapped his lower lip in between his teeth.
The time, just like everything around them —except for, maybe, his heart that still felt like it was about to jump out of his chest— seemed to have slowed down, and all Yoongi could feel were Taehyung’s soft and wet lips. His taste was all the elder could focus on, and it was all he cared about.
“This is nice,” Taehyung spoke with a placid smile lingering across his face as they continued walking down the street.
“Hm?” Yoongi turned his head to the younger. “What is?”
“This,” he squeezed Yoong’s hand, “holding your hand. Spending my time with you. It’s nice.”
Yoongi smiled sheepishly. “Oh.”
He stopped, turning to face Yoongi but his hand never letting go of the elder’s. “Hyung,” Taehyung beamed, “you’re so cute when you get shy, you know?”
“I do,” Yoongi mumbled and the younger froze, not expecting him to say it. Not long after, a laugh fell off his lips, cooing at his boyfriend.
“Do you now?” He let his free hand travel up to Yoongi’s face, who hummed.
“You keep reminding me whenever it happens, so,” the elder scrunched his nose and he couldn’t not notice the way Taehyung’s eyes followed the motion. “You won’t stop staring at my nose when we’re together,” he stated as he narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
“It gets so pink when you get cold and it’s so cute that I get the desire to kiss it every time. You know,” he teased, “just to keep it warm,” Taehyung smiled and leaned in to press a peck at its very tip, not missing the mole. After that he also let his lips brush against the soft skin of Yoongi’s cheeks and forehead.
“What about my lips then?” Yoongi no longer felt like shying away.
Taehyung bit down on his lower one. “Your lips,” he paused, “your lips drive me crazy, Yoongi-yah .”
“Is that so?”
“Mhm,” Taehyung hummed as he leaned in again, this time leaving a quick peck on the corner of the elder’s mouth, before Yoongi himself connected their lips in a tender kiss.
“Now you two have a lot of explaining to do,” a voice beside them spoke, making them turn their heads in the direction it came from.
“Hobah,” Hoseok’s name rolled off his lips, “I was going to tell you, I just didn’t get the chance yet.”
“And I see why you’ve been so busy,” the man chuckled before flashing a smile at Taehyung. “Nice to meet you again Ta-”
“Hobi hyung,” a voice came from behind him before two hands wrapped around his waist from the back, “found you,” the person said as they placed their chin on top of his shoulder. And when they reached to kiss his cheek and their hair was no longer covering their face, Yoongi gasped, whereas Taehyung giggled.
“I guess, we’re not the only ones who’ve a lot of explaining to do?” He asked, arms crossed.
“Taehyungie hyung?” Jungkook’s eyes shot wide when he saw him, brows knitting as his gaze traveled to Yoongi and then dropped to their hands. “What are yo- Why are you holding Yoongi-ssi’s hand?”
Taehyung smiled, throwing Yoongi a glance before answering: “Same reason you’re still holding onto Hoseok-ssi as if fearing someone were to steal him from you.”
Jungkook and Hoseok were visibly perplexed and blush painted both of their cheeks red. Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh. “How did this even happen? You need to tell us everything, now. ”
“Hey! Hey! Hey! Aren’t we supposed to be the protagonists of this story?” Taehyung asked, confusion overtaking his face when the three started laughing. “Hey, I’m serious! Yoongi, we can’t let them steal our spotlight.”
“I guess I shouldn't mention that we’re on our way to a date with Jimin,” Hoseok mumbled loud enough for Jungkook to hear.
He nodded. “Yeah, we’ll tell them later.”