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Yoongi looks up from the book he's reading when he hears a quiet and a happy sound of bickering.
He's at the record store, sitting behind the counter, doing his shift. It's eight at night and there is still another hour before he has to close up the shop. If he's being really honest, he thinks that the shop should have to be open a little longer. He wouldn't mind staying here a little more.
He likes his job. Loves his job actually. Being surrounded by books and old records and new albums gives him a lot of happiness. Happiness. Joy. Freedom. Even Love. So many emotions.
The only thing there is to it that he is a little lonely. Being on his own. A lot of loneliness, Yoongi. His brain happily offers but he tries not to think about it too much. It works too, sometimes.
His gaze follows the sound, aisle by aisle to find their owners and there. He spots some heads behind the 1960s record albums aisle.
There are boys.
He doesn't mean to, but he stares, just a little. Counts six silk black haired heads. There is more bickering, some of them are harmonising along with the slow ballad playing on the speakers, some of them are laughing.
It's a happy sound. So nice to listen to. Yoongi smiles to himself as he returns his attention back to his book.
"-hyung!"
"No, Joonie, you already have this one at home." More laughter.
"I do?"
"Yes Joon-ah."
"You even played it for us one time, hyung. I'm sure it's somewhere in the kitchen pantry cupboard."
"Tae!"
"What? Why would it be in a kitchen cupboard?"
"I have no idea." Quiet giggles.
Those are barely whispers, Yoongi thinks they're trying to keep their voices low, maybe trying not to disturb the other customers but Yoongi and them are the only ones in the store at the moment. And he hears what they're saying anyway because he's paying attention. Lots of attention.
He tries to read his book. He really does. It's not the voices that are distracting. They're really quiet, but there's this- Yoongi actually closes the book, his heart starting to get a little warm. There's this adoration? Warmth? maybe even Love??? Filled in their voices that he'd rarely find in a group of boys. It's just- Yoongi groans quietly. He would like to watch them bickering, maybe.
And they're talking about a home too. Yoongi thinks. Yoongi's apartment doesn't really feel like a home when he doesn't have anyone in his life to share it with.
If he lifts himself up to his feet a little, he would be able to take a better look at their faces so he does just that before his brain makes him second guess himself. It's kind of creepy Yoongi. He cringes when his brain helpfully offers to him again but he has already put his book on the counter and gotten up to his feet. He tries to not to make a sound, looking down and adjusting his feet. When he looks up, he catches a glimpses of their faces in a distance and,
Oh.
Oh my fucking god.
He can't see them clearly but he can see that there are beautiful boys there. What the fuck. There are six beautiful boys in the store, existing at the same moment as him. When his shift is going on. Yoongi really likes boys, and he kind of doesn't know what to do with himself. Just be fucking normal Yoongi.
Fuck.
They're coming in his direction. Of course they're gonna come to the counter to check their stuff up and pay, you idiot. Two of them. One is pulling the other by their hand.
Yoongi sits down on his chair again, opens his book and stares at the page very hard as if he wasn't just being a literal creep one minute ago.
"Hey!" A voice says. A deep voice. Warm, but also kind of sexy. Yoongi!.
He looks up and meets his eyes with one of the most beautiful human beings he had ever seen in his entire life. He almost chokes on his own spit but he manages just in time. A beat passes and Yoongi slowly unlocks their eyes and looks at the other person and what the fuck. So, Yoongi is faced with two of the most beautiful human beings he'd ever laid his eyes on. Okay. This is okay. He can do this. It kind of feels like it's hard to breathe but he can do this. Right.
Yoongi offers them a smile. Polite. Says, "Hi, how can I help you?"
The two of them stare. At him. At Yoongi. Not in a way like they're seeing a ghost. But like in, Yoongi hopes it's not his mind playing tricks with him but yeah in a good way. Fuck. Yoongi fiddles with the pencil in his hand and glances at their intertwined fingers. Code Red Code Red Code Red but he has to act normal so he tries really hard to surpass his heavy sigh that is building inside his throat.
Yoongi would like that too. Holding hands, that is. What the hell. He hasn't had a chance to hold a hand in a very long time so- shut up Yoongi. Just stop fucking thinking.
They're still staring, eyes wide and kind of sparkling and Yoongi wonders if this is really happening.
He offers another smile as if he isn't internally screaming. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.
The other boy finally grins and oh god Yoongi is so gone. His mouth is literally shaped like a fucking heart. Like all the love in the whole world has been stored there.
"Sorry, we forgot.-" He looks to the other boy for help. "Just a sec okay?"
"Of course." Yoongi says and the heart-shaped one pulls the other boy by his hand and disappears into the aisles, back to where other boys are waiting.
Yoongi blinks. What the hell just happened? He thinks. He’s still standing. Looking into literally nowhere and he can’t get his mind to work properly. He still feels like- Yoongi flops down on to the chair with a deep sigh. Tries to take a breath but he faintly starts hearing their voices again.
They're whispering but Yoongi hears what they're saying a bit here and there.
"Hyung-"
"Oh my god."
"A pretty boy-"
"Where?"
"Behind the counter."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yoongi's cheeks heat up at hearing those words. They're talking about him. Fuck.
Yoongi doesn't know how to act. They just called him pretty. Holy shit. Yoongi really likes being called pretty and he is literally going to pass out right now.
He tries to read his book for real this time. He does, same sentence over and over again for seventeen times and tries not to notice the sound of footsteps coming closer to the counter. Yoongi doesn’t look up until he hears someone clearing their throat nervously. And when he does, he is met with a pair of heart wrenching dimples. Oh no. Yoongi does his best not to stare at the person standing in front him.
"Um, hi, how can I help you?" He says finally, offering a smile.
The dimple boy takes another step closer to put one of his hands on the edge of the counter, and Yoongi unfortunately, spares a glance at them. Oh, okay. He thinks. He has really nice hands. Long fingers. Looks really strong and beautiful too. Okay, Yoongi.
"Um, do you guys have this record album?" He shows Yoongi a name written on a piece of yellow paper. "It's from the 90s," he says and Yoongi knows, they had that album somewhere in the 90s aisel and it's one of Yoongi's favourites. They put in the new stocks today. Yoongi glances at the boy with a small smile and nods, stepping away from the counter. He gestures for him and he follows Yoongi, his dimples still in full display like they're asking Yoongi to come and press his lips onto them. What the fuck.
"The other one, the girl who changes their hair colour all the time?" The dimple boy starts and Yoongi blinks.
"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, Jihyun?"
"Yes! Her!" He says, nods eagerly. Yoongi finds it adorable. "Said you guys were out of stock but it's gonna be restocked today?" Oh. He's been here before then.
"Yeah, yeah, the new stock came in today." He says, passing the aisles slowly. "You've been here before?" The boy smiles and nods when Yoongi glances at him.
"Yeah, we all have." He says. "Multiple times, are you- um, are u a new employee?" He asks curiously.
Yoongi looks at the honey-coloured features on the boys face and chuckles, shaking his head.
"No, I'm not new," He says, "I've been working here the longest, actually."
"Oh, I'm sorry-" Dimples says, a little embarrassed, touching the back of his neck. Yoongi feels so endeared.
Yoongi smiles and waves him off. "You don't have to say sorry." He says and kind of feels like his bones are made of jelly because of the way the dimpled boy smiles at him. He bites his lower lip, and that makes his dimples deepen. Yoongi looks away because that's too much beauty to witness through his eyes.
"Joon-ah?"
Yoongi might've missed the sounds of the footsteps because he is distracted. A sweet, sweet voice calls out from behind them that makes both him and the dimpled boy turn around.
Yoongi's eyes lands on the owner of the voice and he has to put all the strength in him to not to audibly gasp. He thinks a little sound escapes from his throat anyway. Standing there is the most ethereal human being Yoongi has ever seen in his entire life. Fucking hell. This is bad. You are so fucked, Yoongi.
"Do they have it?" He asks from the dimples and turns to Yoongi, smiling at him. Yoongi thinks of roses and strawberries and cherries and tries not to stare much at the man's lips. His insanely handsome features. "Hi." He greets Yoongi, coming to stand by Dimples' side. "I'm Seokjin."
Okay Seokjin. Finally a Name. Yoongi forces a smile that doesn't show his inner thoughts. "Hello Seokjin-ssi." He says. Dimples grins next to him. Yoongi turns his attention to finding the record. Otherwise he would do something extremely stupid. Like reaching out to take both of their hands and squeeze them. He wonders how it would feel. Thinks it would be nice. To be held by them. Yoongi. Please be normal.
"Yeah, he says they do, hyung." Dimples tells Seokjin as he follows Yoongi from behind. "I'm Namjoon, by the way." Yoongi glances at him and sees Namjoon already smiling back at him. Yoongi hopes his cheeks don't heat up. They reach their wanted aisle at last.
"There it is!" Yoongi says, pointing at the record a little too enthusiastically. It's on the highest rack so he lifts himself up to his feet to reach it and finds out that he actually cannot reach it. Yoongi feels extra aware of the heights of other two people standing next to him and-
"I can lift you up!" A completely new voice says excitedly. Yoongi bumps on his heels and turns his head at the voice. His eyes meet with another one of them. He looks at Yoongi from his wide round eyes with a grin on his face and Yoongi is so gone. Again. The boy bites his rosy lips and looks at Yoongi expectedly. Yoongi has no doubt he could lift him up without much trouble. Yoongi, for the millionth time this night, doesn't know what to do with himself.
"Huh?" He blurts out. Behind the round eyed boy, a giggle comes out. Yoongi looks behind the boy's shoulder to see another head peeking out. A really pretty face. Crescent eyes. Full cheeks. Yoongi actually can't help but make a noise from the back of his throat this time. Yoongi glances back at Namjoon and Seokjin. They look amused. Maybe kind of blushing too. What. Yoongi does a double take and Seokjin winks at him. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.
"Joonie, where did you take our pretty boy-" the voice from before, the heart shaped one, Yoongi remembers, trails off when turns and sees them from the edge of the aisle. The other boy is hugging him from behind, their arms tangled with each other. Yoongi would really like that too. He is so lonely. He is so touch starved. He just wants to be held. The heart shaped boy's face is a little red. The other boy, hides his face on the crook of his shoulder and giggles into it.
Yoongi feels very seen. Very his heart is about to jump off from his chest.
"Would you like our Jungkookie to lift you up?"
"Oh my god." Yoongi says. His cheeks are burning. He is definitely blushing too. There is so much attention on him. Six pairs of eyes that belong to pretty pretty boys are looking at him.
"The record album-" he says at the same time as the big-eyed, pretty boy says; "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"What."
"What?"
"What."
"Jungkook-ah, you can't-" "Baby no-" "He doesn't even know our names." All of the others start to protest in their panicked voices and-
"My name is Yoongi." Yoongi offers helpfully and sits down on the shop floor because his legs are literally jelly right now.
They just called him pretty. Again. Fuck.
"I'm Hoseok." The heart-shaped one says and beams. Yoongi puts his hand over his heart in fear of it escaping. "You can call me Hobi, if you want."
Yoongi nods. "Okay." He doesn't lookup though, because he knows he wouldn't be able to handle it. He also kind of feels like he could run a marathon too, from all this attention. And they just flop down next to him. On the floor. Folding their legs and hands on their chins and giddy and smiling. Yoongi groans a little. Hides his face behind his palms.
"I don't have a boyfriend." He says. "I'm very single." He can't believe he just said that. What the fuck.
"Well," Seokjin says. Yoongi looks up to meet his eyes. He is so beautiful. "Would you like to have-" he stops a little. Looks around all of them.
"Six!" Jimin, Yoongi learns later, exclaims, very excitedly, and giggles. He seems to do that a lot. Yoongi loves it.
"We can be very good boyfriends." Jungkook says, nodding.
"I like to hold hands." Yoongi says. He kind of feels like he is dreaming. You are about to get six fucking boyfriends, Yoongi. What the fuck. "Please hold my hand."
"Okay." Tae says. He takes Yoongi's hand. Intervenes their fingers together. Yoongi almost sobs.
Actually does.
"Yes." He says, rubbing his nose. "I would like to have six boyfriends."
"Oh my god!" "Holy fuck." "He said yes!." "Let's go on a date." "We are gonna love each other so much, I can just feel it!"
When Yoongi steps out of the shop after closing it that day, six beautiful faces smile at him from the bench under the cherry blossom tree in front of the shop. Yoongi has never felt these beautiful emotions in his entire life. They walk him home, the six of them. He gets his hand held, too.
When Yoongi closes the door behind him after he gets to his apartment, he can't stop smiling. Can't stop thinking about those six beautiful faces with six beautiful smiles.
He has a date tomorrow.
Yoongi feels, he feels, he feels alive. So alive.
-fin.