“Hey, come on,” Mark places his hand on Yugyeom's shoulder, “Do you know how bad we'll look if we leave you behind?”
The group is currently recording a show outside, but the crew is mostly focused on the leader who's promoting the new album. The sun is setting and along with it goes it's warmth, he can feel it.
“Let's go to the café, Hyung,” Yugyeom points to the store, where there are barely any people inside, it is late evening on a Saturday and most people around his age at this time are getting ready to go out for the night.
“We can't, we're in the middle of something.”
“Listen well, please, I'll treat you later.”
Yugyeom sighs, his breath visible in the cold, he nods his head and slides his hands in his pockets.
“Ah, Hyung,” Yugyeom cringes, hitting the eldest.
“Thanks for working hard everyone—” Yugyeom smiles as Jinyoung continues to give his gratitude to the crew, he disconnects with his reality for a moment to realize that he hasn't called you today, not even aware himself that he was extremely busy.
“Bow,” Jaebeom places his hand on the back of the maknae pushing him forward.
“Thank you!” They say in unison as a group and slowly disperse among themselves.
“YG, let's go get some chicken and beer!” Bam Bam says, opening his arms wide for a hug, only to get shoved away by Mark. “He's already busy going on a date with me.”
“Eww,” Yugyeom says in disgust, “But Mark Hyung did say he would treat me today,”
“But Bam Bam can come along too, I mean, we might as well invite the whole group and go get some food since Mark is the one treating.” Yugyeom says excitedly causing trouble for the eldest, and the other youngest agrees with him, nodding obediently as if he always well behaved.
Bam Bam quickly pulls out his phone and text the group chat, ‘Mark's buying dinner, hehe,’
Fortunately for Mark only Jackson is up for it, the rest of the lads would rather take a hot shower, and drink at home, peacefully.
They, being Mark, Jackson, Bam Bam, and Yugyeom gather outside before making their way downtown. The restaurant they chose is only a couple of minutes away from where they're located at the moment but while walking to their destination Yugyeom decides to ring up your cell.
“Hello,” You answer while blowing away the hair that covers your mouth.
“Why does it sound like I just woke you up, Were you asleep?”
“Me? Sleeping? Nah?” You shrug, as if he could see you, “Okay, yes,” you quickly retaliate, “I ate, washed my hair, and then came to my bed to supposedly read a book but to my dismay fell asleep.”
“I am, I guess I was just exhausted.”
Jackson guides Yugyeom down the street as it seems the boy can't multitask when you're involved in anything, since Seunie is already next to him he tries to press his ear against the phone to listen in on the conversation.
“Go Away,” Yugyeom says, bothered, before a rustle is heard, and his voice comes back on the line this time from a further distance but he's yelling, “Give me back my phone!”
“Jackie,” You cheerfully say, “I miss you too!”
“When will you come see us? You know we have—Ow, that hurts, Yugyeom respect your Hyung, oh my, Yugyeom, Yah!—I'm sorry about that love,”
You can't help but laugh, “Y'all are idiots,”
“Well, I am an idiot, an idiot for you.”
“Gag,” Bam Bam says in the background. “I think I want to vomit.”
“That was pretty cheesy,” You say, “And I can tell your face is flushed.”
“And my neck, I can feel it.” He sighs deeply, “My soul is embarrassed for me too, I think it's trying to escape.”
“And I love you! I'll see you soon?”
“Of course, I have my things packed, and ready. I'll be leaving tomorrow morning.”
“Don't forget to call me before you get here, I'll go pick you up at the train station.” He says then wishes you a goodnight before hanging up.
“I am an idiot, an idiot for you,” The hyungs mock together, playfully poking at the maknae who proceeds to hit them.
“Looks like it's busy tonight,” Mark says, coming to a halt at the end of the line to the restaurant. “Maybe, we should order out?”
“Just goes to show how good the food is,” Jackson states, “I'm good with whatever,”
“Either way we have to wait,” Bam Bam states, “If we still get food from here.”
“True,” Mark agrees, and they settle with eating inside the restaurant. “Did anyone bring any hand warmers?”
“I didn't think we would have to wait.” Yugyeom says slightly annoyed at the slow progress of the line. “It might be a while, shall I go buy some at the convenience store?”
“Hurry back!” Bam Bam shouts, getting unwanted stares from the others around them.
“Shut up,” Mark hits the back of the Thai's head. “I'm sorry he's a foreigner.”
“You're literally from the opposite side of the world!”
Yugyeom starts his walk, hoping that by the time he gets back they have a table. He's sporting a matching hat, and mask, his body hidden by a thick coat keeping somewhat of his identity hidden, although he's not really trying, nor does he care to try.
The glimpse of a bright sunny yellow hue catches his eyes, as he turns his head to look, he finds himself near a flower shop.
The bell above him rings as he steps through the door.
“Hello,” The owner greets, as she rearranges some flowers. “If you need any help, I'll be right here.”
“Yes ma'am.” He says, but then feels lost.
There's way too many flowers, and they all remind him of you, especially the pure white one's, he might just buy the entire store for you, if he can't decide, but if he's being honest with himself why wouldn't he adore you with things alike to you? They compliment your delicate skin so well.
The moment his finger tips touch the petals it makes him reminisce about the silkiness of you; to the first shared kiss, to the first intertwining of hands, to the first embrace, to the first affection.
He pulls down his mask, the scent is heavenly but it doesn't compare to your unique aroma.
Is he crazy or is he just deeply in love with you?
It appears that every moment of his wake, his mind thinks of you.
You to him are his beginning and end.
“My dear, it seems to me you have a dilemma,” A different woman, apart from the owner, says, while watering the plants close to him.
“Yes,” He smiles, “There's an extravagant amount of choices.”
“One day she will be, or at least I'm hoping she'll consider it,”
“Young love is like a fresh breath of air,” She points to a bouquet behind him, “A little bit of everything, yet not overwhelming.”
He asks for it to be delivered to his home, since it'll probably not make it in time before you leave come morning.
His phone rings as he finishes paying, he thanks them, and excuses himself, “Hello,”
“Where are you?!” Jackson shouts,
“Don't bother, we left. We're at our safe haven.”
“What do you mean why, we got fucking cold that's why, I almost lost circulation to a ball.”
“There's some things we should keep to ourselves, ya' know.”
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