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Yoongi positively hates everyone.
More specifically, he hates his entire friend group.
Even more specifically, he hates Jeongguk and the fact he was born, and decided to celebrate this fact in what is actual hell.
Yes, Yoongi thinks as a couple children screech nearby and he gets hit in the face with a balloon, actual hell.
Taehyung was ecstatic when Seokjin suggested a theme park celebration, and since it’s Seokjin, no one dared refuse. Jeongguk would jump into a literal fire pit for his hyung, Taehyung and Jimin would blindly follow the youngest, and Namjoon is permanently skewed towards his boyfriend’s whims. The second the words “I have an idea, everyone,” left Seokjin’s mouth, Yoongi started revising his will.
And that is how all of them ended up here, standing in a cue for a coaster. One entitled “The Death Drop.” Why were they here? Good question. Turns out the birthday boy has Seokjin levels of authority.
He pointed, and the band of fools followed, dragging a complaining and whining Yoongi behind them.
Yoongi eyes the group before him as Taehyung starts messing around with Jeongguk and Jimin, the three acting like children while messing up each other’s hair. He looks over at Namjoon and tries to signal him to calm them down, but his friend seems to be busy with looking at Seokjin’s particularly see-through blouse, so he lets it drop. He shifts nervously as they file into a single line leading up to the front where people are filed into the carts.
His true downfall comes when he begins to eye the roller coaster before him. It looks terrifying, looming above all of them and spurring nothing but Yoongi’s fight or flight. Or maybe freeze, because Yoongi isn’t scared, per say. He’d just rather be anywhere else.
His dismay is worsened when he finds out he’ll have to attend the death trap alone.
Although they are a group of six, there seems to be a huge commotion surrounding getting every person possible onto the ride as quickly as the employees possibly can. They seem to pay no mind to who came with who, including the seemingly lovey-dovey couple just a few people in front of Namjoon. The lady shooting daggers is forced into her seat, right behind her supposed partner, and seems on the verge of yelling something when she is promptly catapulted away. Well. Great.
The disgruntled employees are rushing everyone onto the two seat ride, but in a sense that Namjoon gets put with some random ipad kid specimen thing, Seokjin ends up with Jimin, Taehyung sits next to birthday boy, and Yoongi…
Yoongi is also forced into a seat, the buckle snapped over him, his heart dropping even lower as before he can complain and somehow escape this ride, the damn thing starts to count down. Just as he is about to start drafting his will in his brain, he notices a person strapped in right next to him. A boy who looks to be about his age, if not a bit younger. Yoongi raises his eyebrows at the orange color of his hair, and the surprising way in which he pulls it off, making the bright color look nothing but absolutely natural. In fact, Yoongi finds the hair enthralling, drawn into the man’s sense of fashion. Though he’s dressed in possibly every color imaginable, he pulls it off effortlessly, balancing it out with his hair. Yoongi jolts a tad when he realizes he’s staring, and moves to look ahead instead.
The other doesn’t seem to notice any of his turmoil though. As the operators strap them in and send them onto the initial rise to begin the coaster, the man turns around and speaks to the people behind him.
And Yoongi can’t help his curiosity, so he looks behind as well, noting the passengers behind them. The seat holds a young kid sitting next to an older girl, who smiles at the guy next to Yoongi. The little girl is grinning too, clutching a little toy bunny.
He belatedly notices that the guy next to him is saying something.
“Are you sure she’s allowed on the ride? She’s just a baby, Jiwoo, what if something happens?”
The girl smiles and pats the head of the girl next to her. “This baby is an eight year old, Hoseok, seriously, has some faith.”
“Just because you’re a chicken doesn’t mean I am!” the youngest quips, smiling proudly.
Yoongi expects some argument back from the boy next to him, but everything remains quiet so he turns around just as their cart lurches slightly, picking up speed and furthering from the cart behind them. He eyes Jeongguk and Taehyung ahead of him, and the way they’re laughing and excitedly eyeing the impending drop. Strange specimens, those two.
Their cart is gaining altitude, and Yoongi’s nervousness peaks. He decides to look over, only to see the other guy looking at him too. Yoongi attempts a slight smile, nodding his head in greeting. This miniature action seems to give the other some serotonin boost, as he puts on a huge grin, imitating the little girl’s from before.
“Heya there! Are you excited?” He asks Yoongi, raising his eyebrows. For some reason, Yoongi can read him as well as a book though. And behind the false bravado he sees nothing but fear in the guy’s eyes.
“I positively cannot wait,” Yoongi answers, giving in. “And you?”
The guy gives a faux-laugh, saying “Oh, I can’t wait. Love this type of thing, you know…?” His sentence peters out, and the two of them make direct eye contact.
Yoongi stares at him for a few seconds, taking note of the grave expression on the guy’s face, sure his face is much the same. They keep looking at each other like that, until Yoongi lets out a monotone “Kill me,” seemingly right as the guy says “I’d rather be anywhere but here.”
Yoongi would laugh, but just at that moment he registers Taehyung screaming right in front of him, and his heart lurches again.
Yoongi looks back at the guy, only to once again find him staring back. Yoongi can’t seem to mind, though. Curiously, the man’s attention makes him feel good, the way his eyes seem to be tracing his features albeit his obvious panic something which gives his ego the pat it has been needing.
Yoongi finds he also doesn’t mind looking at the guy. His face is attractive, to put it bluntly, his brown eyes wide and expressive, his jaw well-sculpted. All in all, he is very much Yoongi’s type of man. Too bad he seems to be taken.
Fighting his inner demons, he forces himself to speak, mustering the last bit of his energy to add a light tone to his voice. He’s sure it sounds completely strained though. “Did your daughter force you on here? Your wife seems to be enjoying herself,” Yoongi says, motioning his head towards the cart below them.
He expects a laugh, a nod of agreement, anything but the complete bewilderment the man gives him. It seems to take him a few moments to register what Yoongi just said. “... My… daughter? Hold on, did you say my wi-”
The beautiful stranger never quite seems to get a chance to finish his sentence, as he is interrupted by the sudden whoosh of air around them. Yoongi looks forward, confused, and suddenly feels his mouth open and scream as he realizes that yes, indeed, they seem to be dropping directly downwards.
Yoongi notices the guy next to him isn’t doing much better, his eyes screwed shut. At a particularly harsh drop, he latches onto Yoongi’s hand. And Yoongi - the number one human touch hater, the man who refused to hug any of his best friends on graduation, who has never once dared to touch one of his exes out in public - he doesn’t seem to mind. The guy’s hand is soft and warm, and though it’s really sweaty from the nerves, Yoongi’s is too, so who’s he to judge.
He comes to another realization. The guy - that’s not gonna do. What was it… Hoseok?
“Hoseok!”
The guy next to him opens his eyes in lighting speed, looking over at Yoongi. The ride seems to be winding up again, the two of them enjoying a breef moment of freedom.
“How did you…” Hoseok questions.
“Your wife mentioned it before, I overheard.”
“She’s not my-” and once more, poor Hoseok can’t seem to finish his sentence as they are dropped down once again.
He hears Hoseok screeching next to him, his head angled towards Yoongi’s, “What’s yours?”
“Yoongi!”
“Alright, Hoon-ji!” And you know what, close enough.
The ride feels like it lasts eons, but it’s all made more bearable with Hoseok’s hand clutching his. And no, Yoongi would never dare admit he was clutching back just as much as Hoseok, if not even harder.
Eventually though, the ride comes to its end, and the two of them are ushered out. Hoseok seems hesitant to leave right away, looking behind him, but seems to woozy to make any type of decision. When one of the employees points at the exit, and Yoongi notices his entire group missing, the two of them start making their way out of the ride.
They emerge into the sunlight, and Yoongi notices Hoseok blinking dazedly against the light as Yoongi does the same. Standing there together, trying to get their breathing back in order, Yoongi doesn’t even notice a group of five guys approach them.
“Hey, hyung!”
“Yoongi-hyung!”
“How did it-” and once again, silence. Yoongi half expects them all to suddenly start dropping down at this point, but no, they seem to be standing still. And the more he stands still, the more he realizes the group in front of him, his “friends,” are all staring down. Between him and Hoseok. Yoongi, naturally puzzled, also looks down, and oh. There seems to be a pair of hands clutching at each other. His and Hoseoks. Oops.
He is just about to look up when he hears “Oppa!” right from behind him and turns to see the little girl bouncing forward into Hoseok’s space. Yoongi lets go of his hand, jumping away from Hoseok as if burned.
Hoseok doesn’t seem to notice, instead scooping the girl up into his arms and spinning her around. His wife appears from right behind him, beaming at them both. She even pulls out her phone to take a picture of them, gathering the two for a selfie, and Yoongi’s heart burns. He doesn’t even know why. This is stupid, he’s already gotten off the ride.
He turns away quickly, expression blank. He ignores the pointed eye-contact from everyone in his group, all of them fully silent. Even the birthday boy - if he weren’t so stupidly and pointlessly distraught, he’d be writing such a rare occurrence down.
The group doesn’t seem to question his actions nor mood, all just trudging behind him, but Taehyung seems held behind. His expression seems queasy, even. Just as Yoongi is about to beckon him to “hurry the fuck up, Taehyung,” he hears a yell from behind him.
“Hoon-ji, wait!”
And like the idiot he is, he stops dead in his tracks, Seokjin bumping into him from behind, and spins, coming face-to-face with none other than Hoseok.
“Hoseok, hey.”
“Hi.”
They stare at each other, silent. Hoseok seems to want to say something, and Yoongi does too. But then he hears the little girl squeal from somewhere behind Hoseok, and gets the first word in.
“It was nice to meet you, go have fun with your kid.”
Hoseok’s eyes widen, mouth dropping open, “I don’t have a-”
“Your wife seems to be going elsewhere,” Yoongi adds as he notes the two girls start walking away.
“Hoon-ji-”
“You’d better follow them.”
“Hoon-ji!” Hoseok yells, effectively cutting Yoongi off.
From the corner of his eye, he notices Jeongguk approaching Hoseok, sidling right up next to him, and whispering very loudly, “His name’s Yoongi, big guy, use it.”
Hoseok turns bright red at that, and Yoongi turns to shoot daggers at Jeongguk only to notice him surreptitiously turned away.
“Yoongi.” And that gets his attention. He looks up at Hoseok, loving the way his accent makes Yoongi’s name sound so… no. Now is not the time. This is a married man.
“I am not a married man.”
Oh?
“Yoongi that’s my sister and her kid.”
Oh.
“Oh.”
“Oh,” a resounding chorus sounds around them, and Yoongi turns his head to pierce all his friends in the heart when he notices them all looking elsewhere once more. Goddamn it, he hates absolutely everyone. Asides from maybe the wide-eyed boy right in front of him.
“Yeah, ‘oh,’ you doofus, how old do you think I am?” Hoseok asks him, a small smile slipping onto his face, and Yoongi feels his heart drop for the millionth time. This time though, he doesn’t quite mind it.
His brain seems to be drawing up blank though, so he just keeps staring at Hoseok, who beams even brighter at him in return. Curse the sunshine incarnate. If the two do end up going out, Yoongi should really consider investing in a parasol.
Come on Yoongi, get it together. He brings a hand up to slap his cheek, eliciting a chuckle from nearly everyone around him. He clears his throat and centers in on Hoseok, right, he asked a question. Just say something normal, something normal, Yoongi, something-
“A beautiful age.”
Namjoon chokes on his spit, Birthday Boy’s Band of Idiots all double over laughing, Seokjin fusses over a choking Namjoon, and Hoseok, Hoseok turns redder than his hair.
Nice going, Yoongi.
Hoseok coughs a little, rubbing at his eye. He seems to get over it quickly though, his mouth spreading into a smile that looks like a heart. Yoongi wants to kiss it. Speaking of himself, he has a chance to fix this. Come on man, round two, ask him out to dinner or something.
“I like kissing hearts.”
Definitely not that.
He thinks Namjoon inhaled one of his lungs, and barely notices Jeongguk physically falling to the floor with how hard he’s laughing.
“Ever the smooth talker, aren’t you?” He hears from in front of him, so he once more looks up at Hoseok and is nearly blinded by the beauty. Hoseok is laughing, looking at him so softly, Yoongi would almost call the shine in his eyes fondness.
Yoongi gulps.
“Do you eat food?” Yoongi asks, and is just about to face-palm himself when he feels Seokjin sidle up next to him, his entire form shaking with laughter.
“I think what my dear friend here is trying to do is ask you out for dinner,” he translates for Yoongi, and walks away again.
Yoongi nods solemnly. “I eat food.”
Hoseok’s smile somehow gets even brighter, and he walks up to Yoongi, taking one of his hands again. “I eat food too, Yoongi,” he says, looking so sweetly at Yoongi he feels like melting into a puddle on the concrete floor. “And for the record, I would love to go out with you.”
Yoongi feels his face also break out into a smile. “Okay then.”
Hoseok squeezes his hand, “Okay.”
And just like that, everything does seem pretty okay.