LATTE TALK • yoonseok • #WattPride

☕ vingt et un ☕

The girl smiles at him in the shy manner they always do when he offers his blinding smile and slips out of the queue with a lingering backward glance at Hoseok. Fondly shaking his head, the barista sets to mix the new order when in his peripheral vision he notices the similar mop of midnight blue hair which has not been visiting the shop for nearly a week. The bell at the door plinks at the news of Yoongi's arrival, and when Hoseok looks up through his eyelashes, his brows furrow together in a furtive frown.

Is that Seokjin Fairy-father Fauna is clinging onto?

A soft beep on the machine brings him out of his thoughts where he is the one ruffling Yoongi's hair and walking up to the queue.

What the fuck, Hoseok? What the fuck?

Out of the corner of his eye, Hoseok notices how Yoongi curls up on one of their signature red loveseats and tucks his chin on his knees, his lips pulled up in an unconscious pout. Somewhere inside his fuzzy heart, he wants to encircle his arms around the sass-mouth and ask him what's wrong but then again, he is not sure where this thought is coming from?

"Hey. It's Hoseok, right?" Jin appears in front of him, all sweet smiles and almond eyes and Hoseok blinks away his train of rational thoughts. The afternoon queue has dried up soon enough though. Hoseok pulls up his bright heart-shaped smile.

"Oh, hey! Yeah, that'd me. Aren't you the guy my best friend has a weirdly platonic crush on?" The apples of Jin's cheeks turn a few shades ruddier as the said best friend appears by his side, oblivious to their conversation.

"Hey," a blushing Jin and a grinning Jimin nod at each other in acknowledgement and Hoseok's heart grow fonder for them. It has not been long that he knows Jimin asked Jin out, but yet he hopes they do not fall off like most do. A silent prayer to the God, with hopes that He listens.

"Minnie, do you need time off? Joohyun could take over if you ask." The teasing smile makes the blonde blush under the mellow lighting and he slaps Hoseok's shoulder in reprimand.

"Hyung! Stop it!" To Jin, his harsh voice softens. "I just clocked in. What brings you here? You never visit the shop though."

"Oh, Yoongi just mentioned he wanted a cinnamon dolce at this ungodly hour and he said that this shop had the best ones..." The rest of his sentence dies on his tongue, for Hoseok's eyes are bulging out of his head. Again. "Hoseok, is something wrong?"

But lord have mercy if Hoseok could imagine Yoongi ordering a cinnamon dolce.

"Did you just say Yoongi? As in Min Yoongi?"

"Yes, that boy over—"

"In the loveseat? Dark blue hair?"

Jin quirks his eyebrow in apparent amusement and nods.

"But why the surprised face, Seok hyung?" Jimin asks Jin's question and Hoseok wheels around.

"Remember the nutcase I told you about who comes in the morning at exactly 7:45 and orders an," Hoseok puts on air-quotes, "extra black americano with eight goddamn shots of espresso in it? That's the Yoongi Jin is talking about!"

Now it's Jin's turn to furrow his eyebrows.

"Yoongi? Ordering extra black americanos? Hoseok, are you sleeping right?"

"What do you mean I am sleeping right? Yoongi even got my wage cut for a case where I mistakenly pumped caramel sauce in his drink!" The entire shop suddenly quiets down at his raised voice and Jimin's assuring smiles slowly turns their stares away. But Yoongi continues remaining unfazed, his gaze fixed on something out of this world.

"Hoseok, I have known Yoongi for the past fifteen years and whatever you're saying right now just sounds very unYoongi." Jin looks over his shoulder at the boy in mention and shakes his head, as if trying to get rid of whatever Hoseok just said.

Jimin pipes in for an extra touch to Hoseok's mind being blown. "Hyung, are you sure you know who Yoongi is? I have only met that guy thrice and I know it by my heart that Min Yoongi hates anything that does not have sugar in it."

What the actual fucketyfuck?