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"hello-"
alright.
Perhaps it wasn't his day, and perhaps he hated the smell of fresh vegetables mixed with the smell of cheese and meat and the fact that he just got ignored by one of the staff workers. But what was totally certain is that he couldn't find what he was looking for, and it was tiring to look after them. Please understand, it's been 20 minutes already. Perhaps he would still be sleeping in the pleasant warmth of his bed at this hour, if it hadn't been for Namjoon. Actually, he was sure of that. He was here totally, exclusively for Namjoon. Namjoon, who's worked the entire night, had barged in his room at 8:43 AM, pale gaunt face, under eye circles, and had said with a weak smile, whilst laying next to Yoongi, knocking his knees with the elder's, his breath almost cold, slowly crashing on the other's nose and lips:
hyung, i'm craving homemade smoothie.
Namjoon had pronounced these words in such a soft voice, voice so little so sweet, that even Yoongi didn't find the strength to resist. And here he was, walking in that stupid supermarket, so early in the morning, looking for stupid strawberries that clearly were nowhere to be found.
With a sigh, Yoongi decided to give up the fresh fruit section and thought that frozen strawberries could work as well.
As he was about to move towards the frozen food department, his eyes caught the pretty strawberry color Yoongi had desperately tried to find in the past 25 minutes. But in a matter of a second, he realized it wasn't fruits, ugh of course not, but hair strands. Yoongi lowered his eyes and perhaps -maybe- not only the deep pink-ish cotton candy-like color was pretty.
The hair color was freshly made, and perhaps it tasted like strawberries too, Yoongi thought.
Yoongi perhaps surely was losing his mind.
The (pretty) young man with the strawberry hair color was thoroughly focused, his mouth curved in a small pout, eyebrows slightly furrowed, and it looked like picking a box of cereals aimed for children had never been this complicated.
Yoongi had absolutely no reason to go to the kids cereal section. He was looking for strawberries, for damn sake.
But for some seconds, he stared at the boy and thought this will do and soon after, shook his head in disbelief, annoyed by his own flow of thoughts, because why the fuck does he think a strawberry hair smoothie would do.
Strawberries. Namjoon wanted strawberries.
9:17 AM
yoongi: namjoon-ah, would you like cereals too
namjoon: no
9:19 AM
namjoon: i mean
namjoon: do you want cereals
9:20 AM
yoongi: idk. we could have a cereal date
namjoon: uh
namjoon: sure, hyung
Yoongi put his phone back in his pocket, and without thinking twice, he moved towards the cereal alley, not exactly knowing what he was doing.
It was so quiet, only the hum of an odd song playing in the speakers that perhaps was silently telling Yoongi how ridiculous he was. And God, how ridiculous he was. But the hair color, it was so pretty and oddly looked exactly like what he was looking for.
"I like these. Because of- the game. On the back," Yoongi stuttered, suddenly feeling like he was about to combust.
Great, Yoongi, fucking great. So that's really how you flirt? How you start a conversation with a total stranger? Ridiculous.
The young man with the pretty hair frowned and raised his eyes towards Yoongi, looking a bit shy, a bit confused, a bit everything at the same time.
"And they taste good too- sorry. Sorry i didn't mean to annoy-"
"I did it. The game. 3 times already. That's why I wanted to choose a different box", the young boy interrupted, his voice as sweet as the taste of ripe strawberries.
Yoongi chewed his lips, and stared at the boy, at his hair, and it wasn't like Yoongi at all but he couldn't help it.
"I was looking for strawberries and I found your hair instead."
Okay. It sounded fucking weird. You are SO weird.
Yoongi expected the younger to run away as far as he could because why would he talk to a complete stranger, a GAY stranger, further than that.
WHY DID YOU EVEN GO TALK TO HIM YOU STUPID LITTLE SHIT-
Yoongi started to silently insult himself, regretting that decision, feeling like he was stuck here, in front of all these boxes of cereals, feeling like he needed air, feeling like he needed to run away himself.
But surprisingly enough, after a long minute that felt like hours, the younger glanced at Yoongi and chuckled a bit, his face a little bit brighter than it already was, eyes shining in amusement, and Yoongi felt like he could die at any second.
"I can't really go unnoticed with this hair color, maybe I should have picked something- a bit more discreet."
"No, I think you picked it really well- ah. I mean. Yes! It looks tasty. Fuck ok, that's not... that's not what I meant, sorry-"
Yoongi was going all red, he could feel the heat rising on his cheeks, he was so bad (horrendous) at that, and perhaps, no, he was sure that his cheeks were now stupidly as red as the younger's hair color. Strawberry red. redredred.
But the latter was still smiling, staring at his feet, a shy sort of smile. A sweet sort of smile.
And suddenly the young boy looked at him again, still smiling, always smiling, his eyes wandering around as he was thinking hard about something. "I'm sure I saw some strawberries in another marketplace, kind of close to here. Maybe you..."
"Maybe I should go there and let you choose your cereals in peace, is that what you mean?" Yoongi said a bit too quickly, doing his best to appear unbothered.
"I chose. I'm gonna pick that one," the younger replied, pointing at a yellow box with flowers drawn on the top, "and do the game for the 4th time", he shrugged, a hint of a smile on his lips, still wanting to act serious, though his eyes were shining all the same, half betraying him.
Yoongi acted like he didn't notice.
"Good choice", Yoongi affirmed, not sure if they were really flirting around a box of cereals. Not sure if they were flirting at all.
"And then perhaps I could show you where I found the strawberries, if you want, of course", he ended, almost in a whisper.
okay. flirting. this is flirting.
His voice. So sweet, Yoongi thought.
"That'd be great, didn't feel like looking after strawberries any longer anyway." Yoongi answered, smiling lightly.
he found his, though.
The strawberry haired boy, so pretty in his black outfit, eyes so big, so pretty and so young and so innocent, was still looking at Yoongi, and Yoongi himself- well; he was trying to contain all his weird excitement that made so little sense, nervously scratching the back of his right ear, nervously licking his lips, so nervous because the situation was so stupid and unreal yet it was really happening.
Whilst walking outside, Yoongi asks for his name.
Jeongguk. You are my hyung, right?
He thinks he likes that name.
He thinks it suits the strawberry haired boy.
He doesn't think it is a bad day anymore.
When Yoongi goes back to his place and finds Namjoon laying on the floor, half sleeping half counting the number of squares on the ceiling, he thinks he kind of likes the smell of fresh vegetables mixed with the smell of cheese and meat.
Namjoon got up a while ago, now staring at the pretty strawberries that Yoongi was holding weirdly against his chest.
"Hyung", Namjoon said softly. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. Fine." Yoongi paused. "Do you mind if I make you that strawberry smoothie and move our cereal date to another morning?"
Namjoon frowned. "No, of course. You have other plans? On a saturday morning?"
Yoongi was staring at the strawberries, and Namjoon leaned his chest on the table, trying to get the elder's attention, slightly confused.
"Hyung, does it involve strawberries too?"
Yoongi laughed whilst shrugging lightly, before pinching Namjoon's nose.
"Maybe."