It takes him a few minutes to come down from his high, and it's then that he realizes the greenhouse is in a chaotic state. Teeth sinking into his bottom lip, hoseok shuts his eyes and squeals loudly-"his name is yoongi, his name is yoongi, i finally met yoongi!"Īnd he's dancing all over greenhouse, hose wriggling from his foot to spray over his jeans and the wall, but hoseok doesn't care because he's met yoongi, yoongi with the mint hair, yoongi with the sleepy eyes and blue souvenir jacket, yoongi with the inquisitive stare and smooth voice. inhaling sharply, he mouths mint boy's name once more, the foreign word feeling so comfortable on his lips. "it's nice to meet you too."īy the time hoseok's brain stops repeating "yoongi, it's yoongi" in his head and his body stops being frozen, yoongi is already gone, and before hoseok can wave bye, the door closes shut. Stopping in his footsteps, mint boy turns around with the same blank look on his face. "it's nothing! nice meeting you, um-uh-i don't know your name-" and god he sounds so awkward and gross and. He turns to go, and the words tumble out of hoseok's mouth before he actually processes them. "i think i'll be okay." mint boy mumbles, shuffling his feet together. "- seok, public officer of green committee, botanist major, protector of plants," he repeats nonchalantly, before drawing his arms back in. "if you need help taking care of it, you can always call me! did i give you my name? it's ho-" (hoseok wants to snicker, but he looks so sad.) i can't abandon it." he says, shoulders sagging. Mint boy gives a sad look towards the cobra lily, before emitting a gentle sigh. you might have to changer pots if it gets bigger, but just-keep it in light. "not really! just water it, feed it meat (like hamburgers, or bugs, or just stuff you eat) once a week-don't stick anything else in its leaves, and it'll thrive. "i-are they hard to care for? i mean, i. Lips pressing together tightly, mint boy sticks out his arms, holding the pot further away from his body. "so, um, is it too much for you? i guess i can find a place to take care of it." in the history of hoseok's time at the green committee, he's never witnessed such a sad but comical scenario-he's kind of happy it happens with mint boy. trying not to laugh, hoseok clears his throat, hastily stepping on the hose to cut off circulation. his eyes widen, muscles stretched, blinking repeatedly as his lips reap hoseok's voice. It's kind of sadistic, but hoseok enjoys how the horror dawns on mint boy once he realizes his sweet innocent cactus is none other than a flesh-eating plant. The boy blinks, lips parted open, but no sound coming out. so i got this cactus in chinatown-the seller said it was from california." (why water the roses when there's a fully-blooming rose in front of yo. the hose drops to the ground, flooding the roses for all he cares. "did you say that was a cactus?" he cocks his head to the side, a hand pressing down his thighs for leverage as he pushes himself up. hoseok knows, because he's seen this breed of plants in textbook and has developed a mild fascination with them-unfortunately, the school thinks they're too dangerous and refuses to raise them. Snapping out of his trance, hoseok clears his throat, eyes averting back to the cactus. thank god doc martens are waterproof, letting him bathe in mint boy's eternal glowing glory.Įyebrows furrowed, mint boy shuffles his feet, holding out the plant expectantly. Hoseok has his mouth wide open, the garden hose still hanging from his hand, indirectly wetting his shoes. ![]() ![]() because standing in front of him is none other than mint boy clutching a terra cotta pot, an ugly dying plant nestled in the soil.
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