MY FLOWER BOY

- a fluff series dedicated to yoongi and hoseok; based off this piece of fan art

Yoongi smiles at the slight chill in his room as he groggily sits up, stretching his sore-from-sleep muscles. Smacking his dry lips together, the male stands, running his hands through his hair as the sound of his bare feet padding against the tiles echoes in the empty house.

He emerges from the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him as the water from his hair creates puddles on the floor. Chuckling to himself, he closes his bedroom door, humming underneath his breath.

He suddenly stops, staring at himself in the mirror positioned pathetically in the corner of his now suffocating room. Drops of water run down his chest, each one being absorbed by the towel hanging loosely off his small waist.

I long for something, he realises as his eyes meet the ones of his reflection. Something more than just the company of myself. His sad gaze travels across his room, feeling ashamed of the lack of photos of family or friends. A friend? That's desirable. A lover? Impossible. Who could ever love a socially awkward freak like me? Maybe someone who sticks around no matter what. Friend, lover, whatever. As long as I can count on them. I just wish to have someone all to myself.

Yeah, that sounds nice

A few tears and a quick outfit change later, Yoongi finally leaves his room for breakfast. He tugs at the sleeves of his sweater, pulling them over his hands as he puts on a pot of coffee. He fills up a watering can while he waits, feeling anxious about the health of his plants.

He approaches a little pot plant, situated on the ledge of a window. He bought it ages ago, the plant promising a flower but nothing has yet to grow. He waters it nonetheless, refusing to give up hope on it.

Just as he finishes, the coffee pot whistles, signalling the end of its cycle. He gently places the can to the side, racing over to tend to his coffee. Once the cup has been made and is resting on the coffee table in front of the tv, he grabs the watering can from the window sill, freezing in his tracks when he notices something odd.

"Now, I must be going crazy," he murmurs, slowly turning on his heels to take another look. True to what he saw, a male sits on top of the pot, looking rather pleased with himself. Yoongi screams, raising the water can up threateningly, finding himself unable to care about the wave of water spilling from the spout.

"W-who the fuck are you?" He questions shakily, trying to calm his breathing while simultaneously trying to figure out what the hell to do. "I said, who the fuck are you?"

The man turns, flashing Yoongi the brightest smile the boy has ever seen, his grip loosening on the can as it falls to the tiles with a soft thud. Yoongi's mouth goes dry as he stammers for something more to say to the man, his mind completely going blank.

Thankfully, the red haired man beats him to it.

"What do you mean? You of all people should know who I am."

When Yoongi does nothing but stare at him with his mouth open, the strange man rolls his eyes, shaking the dirt off his pants as he steps out of the pot, landing on the tiles with a sigh of relief, sparing no time in extending his hand.

"Hi, I'm Hoseok. The guy you wished for."

*

Yoongi studies Hoseok, watching the way the young male glances at everything in the room, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his knees. There's a soft smile playing with his lips, capturing Yoongi's attention. It's different from the welcoming smile he received earlier, much more natural and gentle, however it still has him struggling for air and feeling weak in the knees despite sitting down.

Hoseok suddenly moves, his arm moving out to reach for the cup of coffee Yoongi had placed in front of him a few hours ago. He tilts his head back slightly, mouth parted as he waits for the bitter liquid to slide down his throat but nothing comes. Yoongi laughs into his sweater covered hand at Hoseok's confusion, shaking his head as he pushes his own cup of coffee towards him.

"Thanks," Hoseok murmurs, flashing Yoongi a shy but grateful smile. He gingerly picks up the cup, only taking a sip this time in hopes of savouring the drink.

"So. You're supposed to be the guy I have all to myself?" Yoongi starts, fiddling with his sleeves as he is uncertain of whether or not he sounds stupid asking such an incredulous question.

"Yep," Hoseok answers, popping his 'p.' "I don't know how it happened. One minute, all I could see was white and all I could hear was your voice, echoing in my mind. The next, I was on top of your pot plant. However, I do know that I'm supposed to help you. Grant your wishes, if you will."

"So a genie?" Yoongi scoffs, flicking his gaze to the floor. Hoseok chuckles, the sound light and refreshing in comparison to the dead silence Yoongi's been living with for so long.

"Creative but no. There's no specific explanation as to what I am. I'm just here for you and I'm not going anywhere," Hoseok explains, ending with a dazzling smile that makes Yoongi breathless and weak in the knees despite sitting.

"Would a guardian angel be a suitable title?" Yoongi questions curiously, using his hand to prop up his head as he finds himself intrigued by Hoseok's being. The younger hums thoughtfully, downing the rest of his second cup of coffee in a matter of milliseconds.

"I don't think so. That would imply that I'm here to protect you from harm and stuff like that. While I would love to protect you from everything the world has to throw at you, that's impossible. I'm more like your hope. Your hope for everything being alright."

At this, Yoongi's cheeks turn red, his wide with adoration eyes focusing on the black socks covering his feet. His heart hammers dangerously in his chest, so loud in his ears that he's afraid Hoseok may hear.

Who can blame him though?

This reaction is only expected out of someone so inexperienced in the field of affection. But it's hard not to feel special at Hoseok's words when the man is promising to be only his forever.

Is it all just a job to him though? Will he pretend in enjoying Yoongi's company?

Ruffling his own hair, Yoongi cautiously looks up to, taken aback by how close Hoseok has gotten to him during his daydream. The man moved himself from the other couch to the one that Yoongi occupies, sitting so close that their shoulders touch. The contact doesn't last long when Hoseok squirms until he's facing Yoongi's side, legs folded up.

A ghost smile blooms on Yoongi's face as he does the same, coming face to face with the man of his wishes. He gasps, a comical reaction to the up close beauty that Hoseok possesses. His dimples stick out adorably, making it hard for Yoongi not to swoon at the all round charm it holds. His rounded, Cupid's bow shaped lips look like a heart when his lazy smile blossoms into a grin. His eyes are light brown and big, making him seem trustworthy and dependent.

Yoongi can't wait to stare at them for hours longer than the day itself.

"Say, honey, you never told me your name," Hoseok whispers, looking hopefully at Yoongi. The older takes a few seconds to catch his breath, his heart flipping at the nickname.

"Yoongi. Min Yoongi."

Hoseok laughs, throwing his head back in glee. Yoongi watches, confused by the sudden reaction. Hoseok finally calms down, his hand reaching up to caress Yoongi's cheek.

"It's cute. Perfect for you."

Yoongi thanks him quietly, clearing his throat to get Hoseok's undivided attention. The younger nods, politely waiting for Yoongi to start.

"I have one last question. Will this be one sided?"

Hoseok's smile drops but it's barely noticeable, his eyes glassing over with unshed tears.

"I could never do that to you. It will take time but we'll get to where we need to be eventually. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about, everything between us will be real, I promise."

Yoongi bites his lip, throwing himself into the unsuspecting arms of Hoseok. The younger reacts instantly, wrapping his arms comfortably around Yoongi's waist. Yoongi nuzzles his face into Hoseok's neck, finding the faint smell of honey and vanilla pleasing. Hoseok tugs Yoongi forward, pulling the light male onto his lap for a less awkward position. It's warm, safe and feels more like home than the his own house does.

Yoongi hasn't been this happy in a long time, his cheeks aching from smiling so much.

No-one says anything but it's for the better. The sound of each other's soft exhales of breath and the feel of it brushing over their skin is enough to comfort them.