LATTE TALK • yoonseok • #WattPride

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note: the double update i promised? my word document just deleted chapter fifteen

Hoseok isn't quite sure how Min Yoongi ended up walking him home tonight.

Yoongi had accompanied Hoseok almost the entirety of his walk home, both of their paces identical to each others' and the light sprinkling of fresh snow melting under their shoes. It was strange, Hoseok thinks as he sets the oiled pan on the stove, for someone like Min Yoongi to amiably offer his time and walk a very perplexed barista home, whom he seems to hate with all his heart.

"Why are you exactly going in the same direction as me?" He had asked the aloof boy, and the response he received was the air swooshing between tree branches. It seemed scary as it was, and it reminded Hoseok of those teachings he never received in his childhood about not letting strangers walk you home. Not everyone in this world could be Namjoon, right? But then he did reply, with his signature uninterested voice, with a, "It seems to me that you're the one following me."

"What the fuck, Yoongi? Why'd I follow you?"

"I don't know. I should be asking you the question. Why are you going in the same direction as me?" And Hoseok didn't know why he wanted to tackle the midnight-blue haired boy in his pea coat onto the curb right then and there, who turned around to give him his sweet, gummy smile before breaking into a sprint.

"Hey, wait up!" But Hoseok isn't good at understanding human kinematics, so when Yoongi stopped in his tracks, he ran straight into him. And Yoongi slipped, with the redhead in tow.

"Jung Hoseok," Groan. "You're one hell of a pain," Huff. "In. The. Ass." His words came out punctuated with heavy puffs of breaths for it just happened to be that a surprised Hoseok was straddling his waist.

Good lord, I didn't sign up to straddle Min Yoongi's waist in the middle of the street, right beneath the fucking streetlight, Hoseok had wondered, but the idea of having Yoongi under him had a nice touch to it. Not under under, but simply below.

The chopped pieces of meat sizzle on the pan and a glassy-eyed, smiling Hoseok does not hear Namjoon walk into the kitchen.

"Hey." And his reminiscing ends, with Yoongi fading into the background.

"Oh, hey, Joon-ah. How was your day?" A little ball of guilt, for reasons he could not pinpoint, settles itself inside Hoseok's gut.

"Ah, the usual chattering over a microphone. But what are you smiling for?" Namjoon chuckles as he grabs one of the knives and starts to slice the loaf of bread. They always have sandwiches on Thursday nights, a routine they created out of the blue.

"Oh, that." Hoseok finds himself cringing at the thought of hiding something so trivial from his boyfriend. It wasn't as if they had done something wrong. Yoongi happens to live only three apartments down the road and this was main the reason behind their route being the same.

"Remember that Yoongi guy I told you about?" Namjoon's smile falters a little on his face. He sets down the knife on the work surface and perks his head up, devoting all of himself to hear Hoseok out.

"Is he bothering you again?" The question itself sounds intimidating to Hoseok's ears, for while Yoongi did seem to fall under the category of do-not-bother-them humans, he didn't necessarily exude any sense of danger.

"Wh- No, not anything like that."

"Then what, Hobi? What did he do this time?"

"Hey, calm down babe. Everything's cool." It still does not calm him down. "God, it's just that Yoongi lives only a few apartments down our street and he walked me home today. Actually, no, we simply took the same route to walk home, so, no it isn't really..." But Hoseok does not see Namjoon's jaw clench tight and how his hands curl into fists, for he is busy scooping out the warm concoction of meat and vegetables out of the pan and onto the slices of breads.