writetomyheart | [team one] the one with the flowers

A part of something I'm working on these days. Unfinished ofc but I hope I get to finish it one day ^v^.

“Great,” Yoongi says into the receiver of his phone that’s nestled in-between his left ear and shoulder, hands preoccupied, fingers clutching onto way too many paper bags filled to the brims with flowers. He had been wondering how he was supposed to open the door, but luckily Taekwoon had noticed Yoongi and his tower of flowers through the glass door and had come to Yoongi’s aid. As politely as he could, Yoongi had shook his head while smiling when Taekwoon had quietly offered to relieve him of some of his flowers too.

Yoongi scans the room quickly and discovers quickly that Seokjin isn’t at his station or at the reception desk. Quickly he glances over to Taekwoon who nods towards the back area. After smiling a small smile in gratitude, Yoongi hurries over, through the bamboo curtain that separates the backroom from the main area of the tattoo salon.

Barely inside, Yoongi notices Seokjin, hunched over his desk. Even though it’s in the middle of the day, the lamp on Seokjin’s desk is on, making the room even brighter. The rustling from Yoongi’s paper bags makes Seokjin look over his shoulder in Yoongi’s direction, and a smile as bright as the sun outside is directed at him. Yoongi’s insides flutter and he mumbles something in the receiver, walking the short distance over to Seokjin’s desk.

While Yoongi listens to Namjoon and Hoseok’s bickering, Seokjin gently pries the paper bags out of his hands, placing them onto his desk, next to the paper he had been drawing on.
“Listen, I’ll talk to you later,” Yoongi tells Namjoon and Hoseok, hanging up before they manage to say anything. Yoongi lets out a soft groan as he’s finally able to stretch his neck back to its natural position.

“Busy day?” Seokjin asks softly, long fingers curling around Yoongi’s wrist, pulling him towards Seokjin until he’s standing in-between the v of Seokjin’s thighs.

“You have no idea,” Yoongi mutters, eyes fluttering shut as Seokjin leans in to kiss him; soft and brief. “Some moments I find myself regretting saying yes to provide the flowers for Namjoon and Hoseok’s wedding.”

Seokjin hums in lieu of answering, tracing circles into the inside of Yoongi’s wrists with the pads of his thumbs; a gesture that makes Yoongi calm down, making some of the stress seep out of his shoulders.

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