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Yoongi didn’t quite understand why people would take one look at him and deem him some unapproachable monster. It was a running theme in his life. He had a feeling it had a lot to do with the image he obtained, Agust D not being someone anyone would want to mess with. The rappers lyrics tore apart anyone who tried to diss him, and it didn’t help that he fit the cold hearted rapper image to a T. Tattoos stained his pale skin, a lip ring sitting delicately on his soft lips and hair a dark black.
That wasn’t who he was though. Deep down Yoongi wished him and Agust D were the same person. He ached to not care what others thought of him, Agust D had a ‘fuck you’ type of attitude while Yoongi just wanted to be loved and love in return. It was a dangerous teeter-totter, slipping into a persona that made him become someone he wasn’t.
It was also such a lonely life. Even the harshest of people longed to have someone waiting for them at home. In a way Yoongi felt he didn’t deserve it, if his own family, if he couldn’t stick around for him why the hell would anyone else?
Yoongi had been used to people not taking the time to get to know the man behind the powerful stage presence he held, not caring enough to look past the heart wrenching lyrics he snarled at the crowd. It wasn’t that Yoongi didn’t have a heart, it was more that he was just a shy, broken boy.
—
It was another Friday night, club music pounding in Yoongi’s ears as he mentally prepared himself for his performance. Pre-show nerves still plaguing the seasoned rapper, it was better once he was on stage, the energy of the crowd easily devouring any fear. The crowd at stages was also something else, always would come alive when he performed. Many came to the club to witness the man with the spitfire tongue that their friends had gushed about, wanted to see first hand what exactly was so intriguing about the tattooed rapper.
Yoongi also wasn’t naive. He knew he was an attractive man, a mysterious character that people were just drawn too. People always wanted to figure him out, be the one to tame him, only looked at him as some sort of prize to be won. He indulges in his fair share of one night stands, men and women alike finding him after the show to shower him in praise, hoping to be the person he would make cum with just his tongue. It never lasted past the first night, Yoongi would always wake up alone and oddly cold, a sense of regret always sitting heavily on his stomach.
Namjoon, another rapper Yoongi had grown quite fond of snapped him out of his thoughts, sweat clinging to his skin as he plopped down on the couch. Namjoon was a good guy. The younger always willing to help Yoongi in the studio and forcing him to eat when he realized the elder was running off fumes. Namjoon has easily became his best friend, it wasn’t like the spot was something many were eager to fill. Yoongi would even go as far as branding him as his pseudo brother. His real brother had never really acted like one to begin with.
“Crowd was especially loud tonight,” Namjoon said, taking a swig from the water bottle sitting next to the couch, “You think it has anything to do with school starting up again?”
“Probably, you know people come here to let loose one last time before hell week starts.” Stages always became unbelievably packed the weeks leading up to school, no one knowing when they would be able to go out without a care in the world again. Yoongi was in his senior year himself, he knew it was probably going to be the hardest one yet but he preferred to not think about it. The school year was always rough as it was but being a senior was another kind of hell.
Namjoon opened his mouth to reply but was promptly shut up as a tall brunette wearing a cream colored sweater plopped into his lap. The younger rappers face lit up as his older boyfriend began placing kisses all over his damp face. No one around them blinked an eye at the couple, used to their over affectionate nature. Yoongi smiled at the display of affection, used to Jin coming to every show without fail. They were an odd couple for sure, Jin studying to become a chef and whose closet seemed to only contain pastel colored clothes and Namjoon matching Yoongi’s aesthetic of dark clothes and tattooed skin. They made it work though, the older man easily making the younger boy a fumbling mess and not the intelligent harsh rapper RM as everyone else knew him.
It was also such a relief to figure out Namjoon was gay, the thought of coming out to the younger had plagued Yoongi’s thoughts for months, scared to lose his only friend over a part of himself he just couldn’t change. He had tried already, to will away those thoughts, to just like girls because it was easier. Those thoughts had been completely dismissed when Namjoon shyly introduced the elder to his boyfriend - Jin - and he had been taken back by the hug the tall boy immediately engulfed him in. Ever since that day they had become a gay off brand version of the three musketeers, never really being seen without at least one of the other boy’s.
Apart from loving the couple wholeheartedly, Yoongi couldn’t stomp down the ache in his chest as Jin curled into Namjoon’s neck. There was a huge part of Yoongi that longed for someone to complete him in the way Jin completed Namjoon. Just wanted someone to be waiting for him, someone to bring him down from the ledge he found himself on when the nights became too dark.
“You ready for the show tonight?” Jin asked, turning around in Namjoon’s lap, the younger boy easily wrapping his long arms around the slender waist of his boyfriend.
Yoongi hummed, “Same shit, different day ya know?”
“Always so optimistic Yoongichi,” Jin teased, laughing heartily as Yoongi swatted at him for the terrible nickname. The older boy had also found a way into Yoongi’s heart, looking past the tattooed boy’s exterior easily and treating him with a fond exasperation instead of some sort of caged animal. The first time the rapper had met the older boy he was immediately wrapped up in a hug, completely ignoring the tough persona he tried to have and looking at the younger with kindness. Kindness that the tattooed boy was never used to seeing. Yoongi also wasn’t used to someone teasing him so openly and not being afraid of what the black haired boy would retort, it had been refreshing.
“You know me, Mr. Positivity,” Yoongi replied sarcastically, and Jin snorted at the dry tone.
“Well, you’re coming to dinner with us after, just so you know.”
Yoongi went to protest but was instantly shut up by a pillow being hurled at his head.
Jin smiled sweetly at the black haired boy and Yoongi knew it would be a losing battle to try and argue. “Fine but I get to pick.”
“Also you should try looking out at the crowd today, maybe someone will catch your eye.” Yoongi looked at the elder, confused by such an odd request. Jin winked at him before turning into Namjoon, placing a kiss to the youngers boy’s cheek. Yoongi went to ask what the hell he was even talking about but before he could reply the stage hand came up from behind him.
“Yoongi-yah, you’re up,” the stage hand said, opening the door for the rapper to follow. Yoongi nodded briefly at the other man, turning to give the couple one last smile, the two returning it with small thumbs ups, before following him to the stage door.
Yoongi mentally calmed himself down, counting backwards as he focused on keeping his breathing even. The stage was his second home and one of the only places he could be truthful with himself. He was safe up there. No one could hurt him. He threw his red hood over his white cap, covering majority of his face as he stepped onto the stage. He played with the frayed edges of his ripped skinny jeans as he waiting for the MC to announce that the ‘ great Agust D’ was starting. As he heard the music of Give It to Me start to play he walked out, the crowds screams intensifying. He allowed himself to smile briefly losing himself in the music.
—
The show went like every other, Yoongi letting his pent up emotions flow from him as he clutched the microphone tightly. Harsh lyrics cut into the audience as they jumped to the beat. It was at the end of Tony Montana when he let his eyes scan the crowd of people like Jin had asked him too. Namjoon was right, bodies were pressed tightly in the purple lit club, swaying in unison as the alcohol ran through their veins.
Normally Yoongi wouldn’t sneak many glances into the crowd, not caring enough to seek anyone out. His family wouldn’t come to his shows -If Yoongi was being honest he didn’t even know where they were- and he really didn’t have any friends besides the couple that sat backstage. Which made the request from the older boy all the more strange. There was nothing that really stood out to him as he looked around the dimly lit club, until he saw a flash of pink.
At a club like this, pink wasn’t a very common color. Most club goers wore a variation of dark clothing as they entered the seedy club, not wanting to stand out but instead blend seamlessly in with all the other people trying to forget life for a while. When Yoongi saw pastel pink hair it was enough to make the rapper do a double take. It wasn’t even the hair that threw him off completely it was what sat perched in the soft looking locks. There were small flowers delicately placed on the pink hair, a crown formed by the vines from the assortment of flowers. If the flowers weren’t enough then fuck was flower boy’s face enough. He was breathtaking. His beauty a soft kind, one that Yoongi wanted to wax poetry about. He let his eyes rake down the small frame, eyes fixated on the light pink crop top the boy wore -almost matching his hair-, black jeans practically painted on his legs.
Yoongi knew he was staring longer than was probably considered normal but he was pretty sure he was staring at some sort of angel, or maybe he was just in a really bad fever dream because what the fuck. Soft boy was laughing with some tall dude -who was also super fucking gorgeous Yoongi could admit- with brown hair. Yoongi could feel his heartbeat accelerate as flower boy’s eyes closed as he laughed, it was like his entire face was laughing as well. Yoongi couldn’t help but wish he was the one making him laugh, would do just about anything to see the short boy’s eye smile up close.
Yoongi forced himself to tear his eyes away from the angel who for some reason decided to spend his Friday night in a club, when he seemed more likely to be out saving kittens from trees. The rapper wouldn’t look a blessing in the face though, internally grateful he was able to share a space with someone like flower boy. Yoongi heard the starting beat of The Last start, the rapper removed his hood as he threw himself into the most heart wrenching song of the set.
Yoongi didn’t look into the crowd again as his set ended. Preferring not to see the looks of club goers after hearing him bare his soul to them. The Last was a personal balled, one he wrote at the lowest part of his life and anyone who heard it would know the monster that he once was… that he felt he still was. Yoongi especially didn’t want to see flower boy’s face, knowing he inevitably scared off any chance he had with him.
When he made it backstage Jin pounced on his sweaty form. The older had made it his job to smother the smaller boy in affection any time he finished performing. Yoongi always complained loudly to the other boy about how much he hated the hugs but secretly he was grateful for the touches, it made him feel a bit more whole. Jin seemed to have caught on to that fact because he would hug him just that much harder when the younger took to complaining.
“Who was he?” Yoongi demanded immediately, not wasting time for pleasantries as he pulled away from the older boy.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jin took his place beside Namjoon, snuggling up under his boyfriends waiting arm. Yoongi leveled him with an unimpressed glare as he peeled off his jacket.
“Do you pastel lovers travel in flocks?” Yoongi asked, the older man snorted. “I dunno. Do you angsty tattooed rappers?”
Yoongi rolled his eyes, Namjoon laughing down at his boyfriend. “But really… who was he?”
“I don’t know,” Jin said truthfully, “I ran into him when I was watching Joons set. He was nice but not someone I really expected to see here.”
“You’re wearing a cream colored oversized sweater and pink combat boots… and he’s the one that doesn’t fit in?” Jin grumbled under his breath about ungrateful brats but smiled softly when his younger boyfriend pressed a kiss to his temple.
“Can you two stop being so gross? We are talking about an angel here.” Yoongi fake gagged as Jin purposefully planted another kiss on his boyfriend's lips, flicking off the other rapper as he did so.
As Namjoon pulled back he turned to the shortest of the trio, “Does the great Agust D have a crush?”
“What did I say about calling me that?” Yoongi whined as he pulled on his black sweater and grey beanie. “I wouldn’t say it’s a crush… but he was beautiful.”
Jin nodded against his boyfriend, “He was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted to wrap him up in a blanket and feed him until I knew he was safe and full.”
“Yah, back off.”
Jin rolled his eyes, reaching out and hooking his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders as he dragged him out of the VIP area. As they reached the lower of the club Yoongi couldn’t help but search for a splash of pink in the crowded area. It wasn’t until they were almost at the door, when he saw him again. Flower boy was leaning against the wall with his eyes fixed on his phone screen. His lips in a small pout as he shook his head to whatever the stranger next to him had said to him.
Yoongi felt the arm around his shoulder get lifted and before he could register what was happening he was being nudged toward the angel. The rapper looked back at Jin who fixed him with an innocent expression, burrowing into his boyfriend to hide his shit eating grin. Yoongi was getting ready to turn around and give the older man a piece of his mind when brown eyes met his.
Flower boy told something to the stranger next to him before pushing off the wall and making a beeline for the elder. Yoongi’s throat felt dry as the angel approached him. The black haired boy wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, trying to maintain his cool. Flower boy sent him a small smile as he got closer, the white flowers resting atop the pink hair even prettier up close.
“So you’re Agust D?” the boy asked as he finally made his way in front of the rapper. Yoongi tilted his head slightly, not able to hear the smaller boy’s voice over the obnoxious bass of the club music. The smaller boy seemed to take the hint because he leaned into the tattooed boy’s space, “You’re Agust D?”
“The one and only.” Yoong cringed internally at the line but flower boy laughed lightly. Yoongi took that as a win.
“You were great up there,” flower boy said, “The last song was my favorite though. It was raw and beautiful, not something many would feel comfortable talking about… it was brave of you.”
Yoongi stood speechless, not quite comprehending the words coming out of the beautiful boy’s mouth. Never had someone complimented The Last. Most people glossing over the song entirely, content to ignore the depressing lyrics because it was easier to not talk about the heavier things in life.
“Uh, thanks… no one has ever told me that before,” Yoongi finally replied, cheeks heating up as the other boy shared an understanding smile.
“I understand what it’s like to not love yourself.” Flower boy pulled Yoongi into a hug. Yoongi tensed as he was engulfed by the light touch of the smaller boy, his body warm against his. The hug was brief, before Yoongi could reciprocate he warmth around him was gone. The small boy disappeared into the crowd and out of the confused rappers sight.
Yoongi stood baffled under the harsh purple lights of the club, spell only broken as Jin and Namjoon came up from behind him, placing soft hands on his shoulders as they urged him out of the club. The rapper turned trying to find the mess of pink hair and flowers one last time before leaving but had no luck. Yoongi didn’t know why but he had a strong feeling this wouldn’t be the last he’s seen of the boy.
“What was that?” Namjoon was the first to ask, slipping his hand into his boyfriends once they were outside.
“I don’t know but I think he’s broken.” Jin poked one of the rappers cheeks, laughing when he was shoved away, Yoongi giving him the finger as he rubbed his cheek.
“I don’t know what that was… he told me he liked the last song… said it was beautiful.”
Namjoon’s eyes softened, understanding what it was like to have someone actually listen to the songs he wrote, not just nod along to the beat but to actually take the time to hear you. It was a special feeling to have someone compliment your work especially when they were songs that you poured your heart into.
“It is a beautiful song,” Jin agreed, wrapping an arm around the shorter rapper while keeping his other hand clasped tightly in Namjoon’s.
Yoongi chanced one more look at the nightclub as he was dragged off, there were no flowers in sight but he still felt warm.
—
“Yes father I know what time my class is,” Yoongi sighed into his phone as Jin continued talking over him, “I won’t be late I promise.”
“I know Yoongi-ah… I just worry. Now that you have me and Joonie I don’t want you to think you have to deal with these things alone.”
Yoongi smiled to himself, realizing just how grateful he was for both Jin and Namjoon. Without them the tattooed rapper isn’t sure he would have made it out of last year in tact.
“It won’t be like last year… I promise.”
“I believe you. Just let us know if it gets bad again okay? Also I’ll have lunch ready for your break.”
“You don’t have to do that hyung,” Yoongi argued, already feeling like too much of a burden for the couple.
“Aish! I don’t wanna hear it. Just come over and don’t argue- oh my god Joon how do you manage- hey I have to go I’m pretty sure Namjoon just broke the coffee machine. See you at 12! Bye Yoongo!”
Jin hung up and Yoongi forced himself out of his bed. The first day of university was always so pointless and if the rapper had his way he would just sleep it off but Jin would probably skin him alive if he found out he had skipped class.
He quickly threw on black ripped jeans and a black hoodie, grabbing a beanie before slipping on his vans and heading out the door. Autumn was steadily coming to an end and the weather around campus had started dropping. Yoongi didn’t mind. The older boy loved winter. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone but one of his favorite things to do was watch the 25 days of Christmas and curl up on his couch with hot chocolate.
Yoongi found himself at the small coffee shop near campus. It was cozy and well hidden, easily becoming one of his favorite places to go to when life became a lot or when he needed to focus. As he ordered his black coffee a twinkling laugh caught his attention but before he could find the culprit his phone dinged with an incoming email. A reminder popping up from his music theory teacher about the first day of classes starting. Taking the class as a senior wasn’t ideal, but after last year the tattooed boy didn’t really have a choice. He grabbed his change from the cashier Jungkook who had easily become one of Yoongi’s friends since he started frequenting the cafe, his quiet nature being something the older boy could appreciate. As he was ready to head out the door he heard the laughter again coming from his left side and this time turned to see who it was coming from.
Yoongi’s breathe came short as he took in the mess of pink hair that he had been thinking about way more than he would ever admit to anyone else. It had only been two nights since the concert but Yoongi couldn’t stop thinking of the soft boy in front of him, just yesterday he had to physically restrain himself from picking the pretty flowers he saw on the way home from Jin’s. The tattooed boy had accidentally let it slip to the older boy this morning and the laugh he received in return made him want to crawl into a hole for at least a month.
Flower boy had soft blue flowers in his hair today unlike the white Jasmines he wore at the club. Yoongi may or may not only know that because he researched ‘white flowers’ as soon as he got home and scoured the page until he saw the one that best fit. No one had to know that it took him about an hour to do… especially not Jin. Yoongi now had a general knowledge of all things white flowers which could possibly come in handy one day. Flower boy wore an oversized white sweater matched with a simple pair of skinny ripped jeans. Instead of heavy makeup like he wore at the club the other boy had a softer look today, a light eyeshadow dusted gently across his eyelids.
Yoongi just wanted to wrap his smaller frame up in another hug and ensure that the beautiful boy was never sad. It was a weird feeling that he quickly shook off because no that wasn’t something normal people thought. The tall boy that Yoongi recognized vaguely from the club whispered something to flower boy, the smaller boy’s head immediately whipping to where Yoongi was clutching his coffee and obviously staring at the duo. The smile that lit up the beautiful boy’s face made Yoongi’s heart race, he quickly turned away feeling his cheeks heat up at being caught looking. Before the rapper had time to leave the shop with at least some dignity in tact the boy was out of his seat and making his way towards him.
“Is this the great Agust D in a hipster coffee shop?” Flower boy’s eyes seemed to twinkle as he looked at the tattooed boy in a soft black hoodie.
“I prefer Min Yoongi.” The shorter boy laughed, “I like that name more anyways.”
Yoongi couldn’t help but smile back. Flower boy kept his in return, the two shared a moment of silence that wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable but Yoongi knew if he didn’t figure out a way to keep the conversation going flower boy would disappear again. The thought of the boy leaving again had the older boy fumbling as he tried his best to figure out something to say just to keep the gorgeous boy smiling at him. He probably resembled a fish out of water with the way his mouth kept opening and snapping shut.
“If you keep thinking like that… the vein in your neck will pop,” Flower boy noted, giggling when Yoongi’s cheeks heat up further, a light pink reaching his neck.
“I- uhm yeah sorry… I do that sometimes?” Yoongi coughed, trying to will away the blush before this got more embarrassing.
“Don’t apologize silly. Why are you here though? I didn’t take you as a cozy coffee shop type of man?” Flower boy said, smiling as the tattooed boy’s face scrunched up.
“What does that even mean? Surely you don’t think I’m some sort of Starbucks snob?”
“I dunno. The way Agust D raps about how much money he has to spend, I would just assume that you wouldn’t mind spending 6 bucks on a coffee.” Flowe boy teased Yoongi so freely it made the older boy want to melt just a bit. The boy who had pastel pink hair and who seemed to sit around picking flowers for the fun of it, didn’t mind joking around with the tattooed man. Didn’t seem to be scared of him in the slightest. Yoongi wasn’t dumb. His reputation around campus wasn’t a good one. Most students writing him off as the residential badass, when in reality the worst thing he would do is skip classes and it wasn’t even for a cool reason. Usually it was to sleep… or finish a song he was stuck on.
“Agust D and I are very different people,” Yoongi said evenly, studying flower boy’s face for any sort of apprehension. Usually people ran when they found out Yoongi wasn’t his on stage persona. It was easier to fantasize over a cold rapper, a mysterious figure that you could gush about to your friends, brag about openly. It was different to brag about an average sad boy who just so happened to write music.
“I don’t think you are as different as you think.” Flower boy’s eyes had gone softer, soft smile still gracing the boy’s pink lips. “Don’t tell the rapper, but I much prefer the soft sweatshirt look.”
Yoongi stood stunned for a second, the younger boy’s words making his heart flutter slightly. Flower boy simply continued looking at him kindly like he hadn’t just taken every fear Yoongi had and smashed them under his small hands like they were nothing.
“Well since it doesn’t look like you are going to close your mouth anytime soon, I do have class to attend unfortunately,” Flower boy teased, turning around ready to head back to his tall friend who had moved over to Jungkook somewhere during their exchange.
“Wait!” Yoongi shouted, wincing at his loud voice echoing through the normally quiet coffee shop, hand reaching out to grab the smaller boy’s before he could stop himself. The rapper not wanting him to disappear again like he had the night at the club. Flower boy turned around surprised. His shock quickly morphing into amusement as Yoongi opened his mouth to say something, cheeks flushing when he realized everyone had turned to look at the two.
“Yes?”
“Can I uh- walk you? To class I mean? Like walk you there? As a thank you? For coming the show?” Yoongi wanted to burn alive. His entire face felt warm and it wasn’t fair because he sure as hell wasn't a blusher but it seemed like that was all he could do around the pretty boy. He could talk about making both men and woman cum on his tongue but the minute flower boy simply smiled it was like Yoongi was a prepubescent boy again.
Flower boy smiled widely at the tattooed boy, eyes closing almost completely as he nodded his head with a shy yes . The other boy’s cheeks had turned a slight pink and it was reassuring to know that Yoongi wasn’t the only one a bit flustered here.
“I just have to tell Tae bye first,” flower boy said as he grabbed his pink book bag from the table he had been at, “wait for me?”
“Of course.”
Flower boy nodded before making his way over to the the tall pretty boy or I guess Tae as the smaller boy had said and Jungkook. He whispered something to both of them, Jungkook smiled at him before nodding enthusiastically and Tae turned to look at the tattooed boy, very openly giving him a once over before also nodding to the other boy. The small boy said something back before pulling them both into a hug and bouncing back over to Yoongi.
“Everything good?” Yoongi asked, pushing open the door for the smaller boy to make his way out of the shop.
“Yeah! Just letting them know I was leaving.” Flower boy turned to look at him, before grabbing his sleeve and pulling him to the right. Yoongi smiled minutely as the younger boy dragged him by his sleeve. The smaller boy’s hand was only inches from Yoongi’s larger one. Flower boy didn’t seem to care much for personal space, the older boy mentally noted as he felt the small hand around his sleeve tighten slightly.
“You know if you wanted to hold my hand, you could just ask,” Yoongi teased, basking in the blush making its way to the beautiful boy’s puffy cheeks. Payback for all the times the beautiful boy in front of him had made him flush.
“Uhm I’m… I’m sorry. I just like contact? Sorry I’m so used to being around Tae and Kook. I forgot not everyone is super okay with holding hands..” Flower boy looked horrified with himself as he realized he still hadn’t let go of the tattooed boy’s sleeve, “Oh my god and you just met me- you probably think I’m so weird now! I’m okay sorry I’ll just-“
Flower boy looked about ten seconds from a fully blown panic attack so Yoongi decided to take mercy on the younger boy. The rapper slipped his hand into the boy’s smaller one, the small boy immediately closed his mouth and looked up at Yoongi.
Neither of them said anything after that. It should have been weird and to people on the outside it probably was. Here you had a boy in a black hoodie, tattoos coloring his neck, black hair shoved hastily in a beanie holding hands with one of the softest people probably on this planet alone. Flower boy was everything he wasn’t, he was beautiful, all soft edges and pretty colors and they shouldn’t fit the way they do.
The silence around them wasn’t uncomfortable, it was quite easy. Their hands were seemingly made for each other and as Yoongi looked down at their intertwined fingers he noticed the younger boy’s nails were a pale blue.
“I like painting my nails… some people find it weird. I think they are prettier that way.”
Flower boy wasn’t looking at him, instead he was staring out at all the people laying in the grass around them. Yoongi noticed they had made it to the center of campus where students would often set out blankets to study or sleep between classes.
“It isn’t weird. It’s different, a lot of people can’t handle different… I think they are beautiful.” Yoongi would have regretted adding the last part but when flower boy squeezed his hand just a bit tighter he knew he had said the right thing.
“I like different. It’s refreshing you know? Too many people just wanna blend in so they can fit in. I would rather stand out.”
“I used to want to blend in. Always thought it would be easier.”
Flower boy looked over at him, lips forming a small pout as he studied the ink staining Yoongi’s neck.
“I’m glad you decided not to… I probably wouldn’t have approached you if it hadn’t been for the look you have now,” flower boy finally said, keeping his gaze locked on the older boy. Yoongi turned over to meet the soft brown eyes he was already enamored with.
“That’s the first time I’ve heard that. Usually my tattoos act as a repellent, especially out in broad daylight.”
“I think they tell your story. You’re different and it’s refreshing. I knew you wouldn’t just look at me and just see the flower crown and pink nails, you would look at me and see past that,” flower boy smiled at him before continuing, “The people who stray away from societal norms are usually the ones with open hearts and minds.”
Yoongi was floored. He was also about two seconds from getting on one knee and asking flower boy to marry him because holy shit . In the 23 years that Yoongi had been suffering on this floating rock he had never met someone so interesting. Instead of just being the bubbly airhead most would assume him to be, flower boy was thoughtful and deep. He was tettoring towards perfect and the tattooed boy knew he was royally fucked.
“Are you always this deep at 9am?” Yoongi asked playfully, laughing as the pink haired boy light shoved him, hand staying firmly in the larger one.
“Yah! Here I was just trying to have a conversation with you mr. grumpy pants.” Flower boy was smiling as he talked so the rapper knew he wasn’t genuinely upset.
“Mr. Grumpy pants? What are you 5?”
Flower boy huffed, “No. I’m 21 for your information.”
“So you were legally in the club.”
Flower boy turned to him, “I’ll have you know I don’t go around just doing illegal things. I wear a flower crown for God’s sake! I’m as pure as it gets!”
Yoongi laughed at the other boy, “I somehow doubt you are an innocent angel. I think it’s all a cover up. No one would expect a mobster to wear a flower crown, it’s the perfect disguise.”
“Damn how did you know? No one has ever blown my cover so quickly,” flower boy asked, going along with the tattooed boy’s joke.
“They don’t call me Min genius for nothing.”
Flower crown boy snorted, the sound was rough and anything but flattering but still Yoongi was enamored. The other boy slightly tugged the rapper to the left, turning into a building which Yoongi belatedly realized was the music building. Thankfully his class was also in this building, the class he should probably already be heading towards but he couldn’t make himself leave. Standing with the soft boy in a crowded hallway sounded much more appealing anyways.
“I have a feeling no one calls you that Yoongi-ssi and if you made that up yourself it just makes it that much more sad.” Flower boy pulled him up the stairs, stopping in front of one of the lecture halls.
“You can call me hyung,” Yoongi said as he stood in front of the slightly shorter boy, “I’m also offended that you would assume everyone doesn’t go around calling me a genius when it’s a known fact.”
Flower boy rolled his eyes, “You know you are so much different than I thought you would be.”
Yoongi hummed, “How so?”
“You’re funny. In your own kind of way, you also have really soft eyes. I think I could like you a lot, I’m already starting to,” flower boy said, the confession rolling off his tongue like it was as easy as breathing.
Yoongi gaped at the younger boy, unable to string a sentence together because he just wasn’t used to someone being so unapologetic about their feelings. Flower boy didn’t seem to care that he was standing in a crowded corridor, holding hands with a boy he hardly knew and that everyone around them was throwing them curious glances.
“What did I say about thinking so hard?” flower boy asked, his hand slowly withdrawing for the tattooed one. Yoongi immediately missed the contact, his hand twitching to chase the smaller one but he kept himself in check. He refused to leave without at least some dignity.
“I’ll see you around hyung,” flower boy said, turning into the classroom they had stopped in front of.
It wasn’t until he made it to his music theory class -5 minutes late- that he realized he still hadn’t gotten flower boy’s actual name or his number.
—
“So you’re telling me he holds your hand-“
“ And tells you he’s starting to like you-“
“Yet you still somehow don’t think ‘hmm maybe I should get this boy’s oh I dunno name?’” Jin and Namjoon both sat at the opposite end of the table, shaking their heads fondly at Yoongi as he retold the story of the one that got away. Again.
“Jesus Yoongichi, how do you manage to forget something as important as that?” Yoongi let his head fall to the table with a loud thunk. He was already beating himself up over his idiocy. He didn’t need more reminders.
“Believe me hyung I know… I was just so used to calling him flower boy I didn’t even realize that’s not a real name,” Yoongi groaned into the table, head lolling to the side so he could look at the couple. Namjoon was at least trying not to laugh, unlike Jin who looked like he just got told the funniest joke in the world.
Jin got up to go to the kitchen, still laughing at the younger boy, Yoongi kept his face firmly in the table. His neck was warm and he really had to get this damn blushing thing under control, he wasn’t some 15 year old for gods sake. Jin returned to the table, bringing out meat and rice and placing it in front of the tattooed boy. Yoongi felt the elder run his hand through his black hair.
“We’re just teasing Yoongi-ah. Now eat.” Jin’s tone left no room for argument as he placed another plate in front of his boyfriend, Namjoon smiled widely at his boyfriend before pressing a kiss to the elders cheek, whispering a quiet ‘thank you’.
Yoongi felt the familiar sense of longing bloom in his chest. He trained his eyes on the food in front of him, letting the couple have a moment to themselves as he began shoveling food into his mouth. It was delicious. Jin’s cooking had easily become on of Yoongi’s favorite things about the oldest of the three. If it wasn’t for the meals he forced upon him, the rapper would live primarily off ramen and cereal. Yoongi remembers the first time the elder had went to his apartment, the rapper had been incredibly nervous, not used to having someone at his house. Jin had just smiled softly at the younger before barging in to make himself at home, he plopped himself on the couch like he had known Yoongi his whole life. They slipped into an easy silence, occasionally bickering light heartedly as they pretended to study.
It was going great until the elder got hungry, he had went to the kitchen and opened the cupboard letting out and audible gasp at the lack of food. He immediately shoved the shorter boy in the car and forced him to the market, picking food that was healthier and would keep Yoongi in a better headspace than cheap quick meals. It had become a routine after that, the two (sometimes three if Namjoon found the time) would go grocery shopping together once a week. Yoongi would never admit it out loud but the change in diet had actually helped and their weekly grocery shopping was one of his favorite things to do. It was also during those trips that Yoongi let himself love someone else besides Namjoon, the first time he felt like he could let someone into his heart without fearing for the worst.
“So what are you going to do?” Jin asked, snapping Yoongi back to present day. The rapper looked up at the elder, confused by the question.
“What do you mean?” Yoongi continued eating, laughing when Namjoon got up from the table, nearly knocking over his plate in the process.
Jin rolled his eyes at his boyfriend before turning to the tattooed boy, “About flower boy?”
Yoongi swallowed roughly, “I don’t know. I don’t even know his name.”
“But you do know where he gets coffee,” Namjoon piped in from the kitchen as he washed his plate off.
“He’s right! You can just go back every morning! You’re bound to run into him again!”
Yoongi grimaced slightly, “Isn’t that a bit weird?”
“Getting coffee every morning isn’t weird, it’s actually pretty normal.”
“Yeah but what if it was just a one time thing? He probably doesn’t even like me, I mean he didn’t even give me his name?” Yoongi refused to get his hopes up, Jin seemed to sense the hesitation because he came around the table and placed a hand softly on his tattooed one.
“Yoongi-ah, he explicitly told you he was beginning to like you. I think that’s already a pretty clear indicator that he’s interested.”
Yoongi chewed his bottom lip, not wanting to meet the elders eyes, he could feel the nasty thoughts already bubbling under the surface.
“Maybe he shouldn’t though,” Yoongi bit out, hand clenching into a fist under the older boy’s.
“That’s bullshit. You’re an amazing person hyung,” Namjoon said as he joined the two boys, “I also haven’t seen you take any genuine interest in someone since he who shall not be named, so I’m not going to let you destroy this for yourself.”
Yoongi huffed out a sigh, it was easy to forget that Namjoon was younger than him. Jin hummed in agreement, gently striking the other boy’s hand until it uncurled.
“Plus he was adorable. 11/10 probably the cutest boy I’ve ever seen.” Jin was smiling at him, Yoongi couldn’t help but return the sentiment. He really didn’t deserve these two, but they loved him and he really wasn’t going to look a gift in the face, he was just going to enjoy it while it lasted.
“I just, he’s gotten away twice. I don’t even know if I’ll have a third time.”
“Well… look on the bright side at least he won’t be hard to find? I mean how many boys on campus wear pastel clothing and flower crowns?” Namjoon asked, Yoongi appreciated the effort.
“You’re right. I mean I should be able to find him easy enough shouldn’t I?”
—
It turned out to be ridiculously hard. Yoongi forced himself out of bed before 9 am every day for a week to run by the coffee shop in hopes to see the familiar cotton candy hair and soft flowers, but every single time he was disappointed.
It didn’t help that Yoongi already felt like he was drowning. Senior year was one of the worst years for any college student, add battling depression and anxiety and working on new music, it easily became overwhelming. Jin had been watching him like a hawk as well, the older boy always able to read him like a book. The tattooed boy wasn’t sad per say, he was actually a lot better than he had been once upon a time, but depression was a dangerous beast and it was constantly just lurking around the corner.
As Friday of the second week of school finally approached Yoongi had just about forgotten about flower boy, he still thought of him in the back of his mind but wouldn’t let those thoughts drift much further than that. The tattooed boy also went back to going to the coffee shop at random hours, he would see Jungkook there constantly, even sometimes would see Tae hanging around but never the person he actually wanted to see.
Yoongi threw himself on his couch, exhaustion set heavy in his bones as he smashed his face against a pillow. Barely ten minutes had passed before Namjoon walked in, Jin following hot on his trail.
“Yoongi-ah!” Yoongi groaned as he felt the elder plop onto his back, suffocating him slightly as he wrapped the shorter up in his long arms.
“I gave you that key for emergencies,” Yoongi mumbled into the coach, “This was one! You smell by the way, go take a shower.”
Namjoon laughed at the two bickering, placing takeout containers on the dining room table. Yoongi shoved Jin off of him, the elder landing on the floor with a light thud. Jin glared at him as he made his way over to his boyfriend, the younger boy kissed the pout off his mouth and engulfed him easily into his arms. Yoongi rolled his eyes at the couple, looking into the containers on the table.
“We just came to drop you some food off, I’m taking Jin here ice skating but he wanted you to be fed first.” Yoongi felt his heart clench slightly, the love he felt for the couple in front of him growing more each time he saw them.
“You treat me like I’m five.” There was no bite to his tone, Jin and Joon both knew it was a way to deflect but they could see the ‘thank you’ in the other boy’s eyes.
“Anyways, we just wanted to check in also. You okay?” Jin’s tone was soft, his eyes warm as he looked at the tattooed boy.
“Yeah I’m good. I was actually going to go study at the coffee shop,” Yoongi said warmly, trying to dispel any fears the two might have about his mental health, “Thank you for the food though. It’s appreciated.”
“Don’t thank us. You’re our best friend, we will always look out,” Namjoon said sincerely, the tattoo boy believed them.
“Well we should get going, I’ll text you if Joon ends up in the hospital.” Jin dragged his sputtering boyfriend out the door after placing a quick kiss on Yoongi’s forehead, the taller boy protesting that he wasn’t that bad.
The rapper scarfed the food down, realizing he hadn’t eaten properly the whole day. It wasn’t until 9 pm that he walked out his front door, a red hoodie swallowing his frame as the cold winter air nipped at his cheeks. He made it the coffee shop easily enough, pleasantly surprised to see Jungkook behind the counter.
“Black coffee?” Jungkook asked, already knowing the answer himself. Yoongi nodded, sparing him a small smile. The younger boy turned around, making his order easily before placing it in front of the elder.
“Are you ever not working?” Yoongi asked, placing the amount due plus a little extra as a tip on the counter.
“Yeah, my boyfriend would skin me alive if I tried picking up more hours, you just so happen to come in everytime I’m here,” Jungkook replied easily, tensing slightly when he realized he just outed himself on accident.
“Boyfriend?”
“O-Oh yeah, I’m Bi? Sorry you don’t even know me like that and I just-“ Jungkook started to sound frantic, arms waving around slightly as he talked so the tattooed boy cut him off before he could freak himself out more, “I’m gay.”
Jungkook froze mid sentence, gaping slightly at the older boy before a huge smile took over his face. It was cute.
“That’s great! Makes me feel a lot better about outing myself to someone who I’ve grown to like over the last few months, also Tae will be happy to hear your gay and so will Ji-“ Jungkook shut his mouth tightly, cutting off his ramble.
“Who?”
“No one! Nevermind! I ramble when I get nervous, anyways thanks hyung for not freaking out,” the younger boy said as he rubbed his neck shyly.
“Of course I wouldn’t. So who’s the lucky man?” Yoongi asked, taking a small sip of his coffee.
Jungkooks features transformed into a dopey smile as he thought of his boyfriend, “His name is Taehyung. You’ve seen him before, he’s always coming in when I’m here.”
Yoongi hummed, that was flower boy’s friend. He filed that information away for later. They chatted for a bit longer, Jungkook obviously excited to brag about his boyfriend and Yoongi not having the heart to stop his rambling. Eventually he bid the younger a goodbye as he sat down at a table near the back of the shop, pulling out his laptop and notes to spread them across the space. The tattooed boy became quickly immersed in his work, lyrics flowing out of him as he put his pent up emotions down onto paper. He was so engrossed in his work he didn’t notice when someone sat across from him, until a small hand was placed gently on his papers as a way to get his attention. The nails on the small hand were painted a pale pink.
Yoongi looked up quickly, wincing a bit as his neck protested the jerky movement. In front of him sat flower boy. The small boy was wearing a soft beige hoodie, pink flowers sitting in his pink hair. He looked nervous, his other hand playing with the end of sweater paw.
“Hi hyung.” Flower boy chewed on his lower lip slightly as he looked at the tattooed boy.
“Hi,” Yoongi finally breathed out, unsure of what else to say.
“I’m sorry I disappeared like that,” flower boy said, the dread in Yoongi’s stomach began loosening a bit.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.”
“I still want to. I was so mad at myself for not getting your number when you walked me to class,” the younger boy said, his lips forming a small pout.
“I was mad at myself too,” Yoongi admitted, “Why are you here so late?”
“Kookie texted me… told me you were here.”
“Oh?”
“I wanted to see you again, this time get your number before I lost you again,” flower boy said honestly, the tattooed boy smiled at him. His honesty was refreshing, it made Yoongi want to tell him everything he was thinking.
“That can definitely be arranged.” Flower boy smiled at him softly, withdrawing his hand from the papers in front of the tattooed boy.
“Are you done here?” the small boy asked, eyes scanning the scattered materials in front of him.
“Uh yeah, I’ve been here for a few hours now. Why?”
“Want to go on another walk?” Flower boy asked, tone hopeful as he bit into his bottom lip again.
“I would love to.”
Yoongi quickly packed up his bag, shoving the papers into his folder before tossing his finished coffee in the bin next to him. They waved goodnight to Jungkook who winked at them before returning the wave. Yoongi is unsure who moved first but soon their hands were entertained again. The tattooed boy softly running one of his fingers over the smaller boy’s painted index nail.
“Do you match your nail polish to your crown on purpose?” Yoongi asked, trying to start a conversation.
Flower boy giggled slightly, “Sometimes yes, not all the time though. I was just in a pink mood today I guess.”
“I like the pink. Reminds me of bubblegum, or strawberry milk.”
“I love both of those. If it’s pink I probably eat it.”
Yoongi hummed in acknowledgment. The two slipped into a comfortable silence, neither feeling compelled to talk, choosing instead to enjoy the others presence. It was about another 10 minutes before the shorter boy spoke again.
“Why haven’t you asked yet?” Flower boy swung their clasped hands slight as he asked the question.
Yoongi turned slightly to look at the pink haired boy, “Asked what?”
“Why I wear flower crowns,” the small boy replied, “It’s usually the first question out of everyone’s mouth when I meet them.”
“Because it’s not place, if you want me to know, I’m sure you would tell me,” Yoongi said evenly, turning them down a different path of campus. The younger boy stayed silent, the rapper worried he played the answer wrong.
“I think flowers are pretty. People don’t appreciate them enough. There isn’t enough beautiful things in the world, I want to spread as much beauty as I can.” Yoongi could argue that flower boy’s existence was already spreading enough beauty, but he kept that thought to himself.
“That’s really… cute,” Yoongi replied, under the moonlight it was hard to see if the younger was blushing or not. The rapper hoped he was.
“Thank you. You don’t think it’s weird?” Flower boy asked, his tone small. Yoongi didn’t like that question rolling off the smaller boy’s tongue, hated the way the boy sounded scared of the answer he might get.
“No. It’s not weird. It’s beautiful, the flowers and you both,” Yoongi said, not caring that he just called the younger boy beautiful, just wanting to make sure he never felt bad about the flowers in his hair, “Why? Did someone say something?”
Flower boy tightened his hand around the rappers subconsciously, it was answer enough. Yoongi stopped the other boy, forcing him to turn and face him.
“Whoever said that can go eat a dick. I love the flowers, they make you, you. Like you said, some people can’t handle different,” Yoongi smiled down at the slightly shorter boy, “I like your different though.”
The smile he got in return was blinding, before he could comprehend what was happening he had a mess of pink hair tucked into his neck. He hugged back this time, arms tight around the smaller frame. They stayed like that, under the soft glow of the moon and lights, it was quiet around them.
“Thank you,” flower boy mumbled into his neck, refusing to let go of the older boy just yet.
“Don’t thank me. I’m just telling you the truth,” Yoongi said, hand stroking the small boy’s side reassuringly, “How about some ice cream?”
The smaller boy nodded against him, pulling away slightly but making sure to keep their fingers intertwined as the tattooed boy dragged him to a small ice cream parlor that stayed open until 1 am for the kids on campus. As they made it to the counter, flower boy was bouncing where he stood, small hand pressed against the glass as he looked at the flavors.
“Pick anything,” Yoongi said, fond smile making its way to his lips as the younger boy thought over what he wanted, “my treat.”
“Hyung you don’t have-“
“I want to. I promise.”
The older boy nodded shyly, picking a single strawberry flavored scoop, which Yoongi should have guessed. After he paid, flower boy grabbed his hand again, pulling him out of the shop and licking his cone.
“You would pick vanilla,” Flower boy teased, lips smacking slightly as he ate. “Says the one who picked strawberry .”
“Strawberry is good!”
“It’s also the only pink option they had.” Yoongi licked at his cone, the other boy rolling his eyes as he continued eating.
“I dunno what you’re talking about.” Yoongi snorted, flower boy smiled at the noise.
“Do you always eat ice cream this late?” Flower boy asked, eyes trained on the tattooed boy under the soft glow of the lights the university kept on.
“Sometimes, things get overwhelming sometimes especially at night and it helps to sometimes leave the house and get something loaded with sugar,” Yoongi said, unsure if he was ready to be completely honest with the boy in front of him. Flower boy nodded, eyes soft as if he understood there was more to the story but not pressing any further. It made Yoongi want to tell him everything about him, the kindness that just radiated from the other boy.
“I paint my nails when I’m overwhelmed,” flower boy offered, biting a piece of his waffle cone, “it helps.”
“Writing music also helps, sometimes I’ll grab an ice cream cone and write until the sun comes up.”
“You’re music is amazing. I feel like I didn’t get to tell you enough at the concert, but you were so good. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.” Yoongi flushed slightly at the praise, remembering how he couldn’t keep his eyes off the other boy either. He felt warm even in the cold winter around him. It felt so easy to talk to the younger boy.
“Why were you there?” Yoongi asked curiously, “Doesn’t seem like your type of place.”
Flower boy hummed around his cone, “It isn’t. Taehyung loves you guys, swore that you and Namjoon were amazing, so I joined him,” flower boy replied, soft gaze turning to the other boy before continuing, “I’m glad I did.”
Yoongi squeezed his hand, a way of saying ‘me too’. Walking around with ice cream -that Yoongi bought-, hands intertwined as they giggled at each other’s life stories made it feel like a date, but neither felt the need to put a label on it. It was comfortable, nothing between them had to be forced, almost like they had known each other their whole lives. After about an hour Yoongi offered to walk the younger boy home, shushing any protests, promising the pink haired boy that it was no trouble if it meant he was safe.
“Do you live alone?” Yoongi asked as the younger boy felt his pocket for his keys, the apartment complex they arrived at was only 5 minutes from where the tattooed boy lived, which was a pleasant surprise.
“No, I live with Taehyung,” flower boy said, unlocking the door in front of him before turning around again, “Jungkook practically lives here as well.”
“Jungkook is a nice kid.”
“He is, one of the best people I’ve ever met.” Flower boy smiled at the older, a goodbye already forming on the tip of his tongue.
“Tonight was nice,” Yoongi said before the other could say anything.
“It was, I had a lot of fun. Thank you for the ice cream.”
“It was my pleasure,” Yoongi replied honestly, “We should do this again.”
The other boy nodded enthusiastically, pulling out his phone and shoving it in the tattooed boy’s hands.
“You aren’t leaving without giving me your number this time.” Yoongi laughed quietly as he punched in his number, handing it back so the younger boy could save it under whatever he wanted.
“Goodnight hyung.” Flower boy pulled him into a hug, easily tucking back into the elders neck, like he belonged there.
Yoongi wrapped his arms around him, smiling into the older boy’s hair as flowers tickled his nose. “You know… you never told me your name.”
Flower boy huffed out a giggle, pulling back slightly but keeping his arms around the others back so he was still as close as possible.
“What have you been calling me then?” The shorter boy asked, eyes twinkling. Yoongi wanted to lie but couldn’t make himself, the truth rolling off of his tongue, “Flower boy… or angel. Whichever came to mind first.”
Flower boy smiled then, eyes closing into small crescents at the new information. It was one of the most beautiful sights Yoongi had ever witnessed, the smaller boy’s happiness felt addicting.
“My name is Jimin. Park Jimin.”
Yoongi smiled at him, pulling him flush against him one last time before letting him go. Once flower boy - Jimin, Yoongi would have to remind himself- was inside the elder walked the short distance to his apartment, smiling like an idiot the entire way.
Once inside the tattooed boy stripped, putting on comfy clothes and face planting into his bed. It wasn’t until he was already half into dream world when his phone buzzed on the nightstand next to him, groaning he reached out to read it knowing it was probably from Jin. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he opened the message, a sleepy smile taking place as he read the text,
unknown: Hi Yoongi-hyung!
unknown: You’re probably asleep right now but I just wanted to say thank you. Again. You make things easier, it’s just easy being around you. I hope to see you again!
unknown: oh this is Jimin by the way! Goodnight ≧◡≦
Contact change: unknown to petal.