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Yoongi sighed with relief as he slipped into the warm room, shutting the door closed behind him. It was the middle of winter, and of course Kim fucking Seokjin has to fall ill. Leaving Yoongi to look after his best friend..and to look after the dreaded laundry.
See, this wouldn’t be such a problem, if Seokjin hadn’t started dating their mutual friend, Namjoon. Don’t get Yoongi wrong, he loved the guy to bits, but he had somehow gotten into painting. Which lead to the couple having painting dates. Which lead to Seokjin having an increasing pile of clothes covered in chipping paint.
So that lead Yoongi to be here. Downtown Seoul. In the middle of December. In a dingy laundromat.
Thank god he loved his best friend.
Yoongi was still grumbling in his head as he walked over to one of the many machines. Jazz was playing over the speakers. Jazz, at 3 a.m? The owners must be mental.
He stuffed the paint stained sweaters inside the machine, turning the dial, and leant against the small metal table opposite. His phone buzzed from somewhere in his ripped jeans, “emo jeans “ as Namjoon called them.
The iphone was chipped, opening to a selca of him and Seokjin. The text was from the man himself, asking if he “ bring hyung some of that expensive ramen “ from that nearby place they frequent. Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“Rich people”, he murmured, thinking he was alone.
“Eat the rich”
Yoongi jumped about ten feet in the air, glaring at the offending voice. Across the room stood a slightly taller man, black hair styled off his face. The mint haired never knew he could be attracted to a forehead.
“What the fuck dude!”, he yelled, glaring at the now laughing figure. “It’s three a.m, too late to be scaring goddamn strangers”
The man still continued to laugh, loud and obnoxious. His eyes closed in mirth, and if Yoongi wasn’t in such a foul mood, he would’ve thought he was the most beautiful person he’d seen.
“Sorry man, just thought you looked upset, wanted to cheer you up a lil”, the man’s voice was smooth, deep at parts with some jeolla dialect.
Yoongi smiled a bit, coughing and turning away to hide it. The man was being nice, not creepy, and was hot. Maybe the mint haired could rant a little about his annoying best friend.
“Aish it’s nothing, just my friend has gotten sick and his boyfriend is outta town so I gotta mind him now. He’s too spoilt by the both of us and now he wants ramen from Jeon’s place”
His rant was met with a slightly stunned silence, to which the man had walked over to Yoongi. He glanced at him, before pretending to focus on the machine again. He smelled good, like strawberries. Goddamn that sounds creepy, he just met the guy.
“Jeon’s??! Isn’t that place mad expensive?”
Yoongi faced the man, nodding with a slight grimace. He had finally finished the wash, and would have to leave the man alone soon, which he found himself dreading.
“Yeah...I’m close with the owner, well, the owner’s son. Nice kid, bit rowdy though”, the mint haired explained, smiling slightly at the thought of his dongsaeng.
The man continued to be in a state of surprise, before looking at the ground sheepishly. He scratched his neck, before clearing his throat.
“Okay this is going to sound weird, but could I maybe..come? I’ve always loved that place, used to go with my mother before she moved and I-“, Yoongi cut him off with a slight laugh, relief flooding his bones.
He placed a hand on the man’s shoulder for a split second, and he smiled.
“Actually, yeah, I wouldn’t mind you coming with me. Kinda scary being alone at this time”
Yoongi should’ve felt embarrassed revealing that, but he strangely felt safe. This guy, with a heart shaped smile and eyes that shone, couldn’t hurt him.
The man’s face filled with sudden joy, and he bounced over to fill his bag with clothes from an identical machine.
“By the way, my name is Hoseok”
“Yoongi”
Thank god for Seokjin’s weak immune system and Namjoon’s sudden obsession with painting.