❛ tea mugs & buttercups。
twseok:
he pulls a chair out, “make yourself comfortable!” and it’s not meant to sound like a demand– but his voice doesn’t change in intonation. hoseok blinks at the other male slowly as he grabs their mugs, one of them pretty new– made just for stein– and pours the freshly boiled water into them. he purses his lips and shrugs a tiny bit, “it’s not too bad,” he responds as he sidles over and places the mug in front of stein, taking a seat next to him and nursing his own mug. “it’s pretty calm, except for workshop days when a bunch of little kids come in– but it’s not too bad. how have you been?”
yoongi tugs at the string of his mask, playing with it idly as he studies the inside of the building. his eyes are tired as they flicker around, before pausing on hoseok in question. he blinks, fingers stilling by the sides of the fabric that covers his face. hesitation clouds him for a long moment-- he knows hoseok hasn’t shown any sort of negativity to the sight of his faded scars. knows the other wouldn’t make any snide remarks or edge away in fear.
he hums. slowly, he ducks his head-- tugging the mask down and off of one ear, and then the other. he crumples up the fabric in his hand, lips pursing as he exhales through his nose. he shoves the mask into his pocket, tongue sweeping over cracked, dry lips as he shifts awkwardly. it’s weird-- strange to have his face uncovered in such a public place; where anyone could walk in and take a look. teeth tug on his lower lip, but he wills himself to breathe for a moment to regain a bit of composure.
“ah, thank you.” he murmurs, shifting before he slowly makes his way over to the seat. he slowly sits down, crossing one leg over another and clasping his fingers together-- playing with them idly as to have something to busy himself with. he nods his head at the other, shoots him a small, hesitant smile as the tea is placed in front of him. reaching out, he lets his hands gently hold the cup, the warmth soothing. he relaxes, if just a little bit.
“at least it’s not boring then.” he comments, flickering his gaze from the mug to the other male. his head cocks to the side, a thoughtful noise escaping him. he moves his gaze away to study the area behind hoseok, eyes narrowing in thought. “i’ve been-- well. nothing bad, nothing really...good. just the same as ever.” yoongi is always the same; never better, never worse. it’s something he’s just chosen to accept as the days drag on. his eyes flicker back down to the mug, and carefully he brings it up to his mouth to take a small sip. “thank you,” he murmurs, letting the warmth seep against his face. “you’re-- always very kind to me. that’s...appreciative,”











