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I'll Move Even the Clouds Just to Make You Happy Again

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“Do you think that certain people in the world hurt more than others because they deserve to hurt more?”

“Do you think I deserve to hurt more than others?”

Hoseok lays on the grass in the park, staring up at the clouds that floated by. He would be in that same spot nearly every day, asking questions to the clouds as if they would answer.

Some days were worse than others. Some days he would lay on the grass silently, dried tear tracks on his face and an empty look in his eyes. Other days millions of questions would roll off his tongue (albeit they weren’t much better than the silence, but they meant that he felt something other than the numbness).

Yoongi stood above him, using a tiny hole through the cloud he stood on to watch his precious Hoseok. Yoongi wished nothing more than to be able to put a smile on Hoseok’s face again. He tried everything: he removed the clouds so that the sun could come out, he formed different shapes in the clouds to make him laugh (he didn’t notice, he was too busy sobbing that day. Yoongi couldn’t have felt more useless than he had then), and he even tried to create a light drizzle to make everything glow around Hoseok. Nothing worked.

Yoongi’s precious, sunshine-smile boy would not smile anymore. It seems strange, and kind of creepy, to say that Yoongi had watched this boy for the past few years. He used to show up to the park with the brightest smile on his face. But now he shows up with tear stains and a broken soul.

“Now that Mom’s gone, who’s going to be there to watch me get my college degree?” Hoseok asked, a knot forming is his throat and tears prickling at his eyes.

I will, sunshine, Yoongi thinks to himself, his heart aching from seeing his love on the verge of tears once again. I’ll be there for you, I promise.

“It’s only a few months away,” Hoseok sobs out, a hiccup dangerously falling from his lips. More hiccups fall out, mixing with sobs. “S-she s-said she would be there. I was g-going to make her so p-proud.”

You made me proud, sunshine, Yoongi thinks again. He nibbles on his bottom lip, worry overtaking him. He wanted to help Hoseok, he wanted to make him smile again. To make his beautiful laugh fill the air again. It’s been almost four months since Yoongi had heard that music.

“Are you watching him again Yoongi?” Namjoon, Yoongi’s helper, spoke up. Yoongi jumped, scared from the sudden voice. Yoongi turns to face him with a sheepish look.

“You know you’re not supposed to be doing that,” Namjoon spoke softly, his shoulders sagging when he saw the look on Yoongi’s face.

“I know,” Yoongi mumbles, looking back down at his beautiful Hoseok. “But he just looks so sad. I wish I could help him…” He trails off, lost in thought.

“I know Yoongi,” Namjoon sighs out, running his hand through his hair as he thinks. “I know I can’t do anything to stop you from wanting to help him, that would be hypocritical of me.”

Yoongi cracks a small smile, his eyebrows rising in amusement as he watches the expression on Namjoon’s face change. “That’s right. Because you watch your Pink Prince nearly every day, too. Hey, how’s his bakery doing anyways?”

“It’s doing great!” Namjoon perks up, his voice coming out lighter and his eyes sparkling. “People seem to be loving it!”

“And that doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that you always make sure that the building is sparkling with sunlight?” Yoongi teases, causing Namjoon’s face to turn a light shade of red.

“He’s a prince, hyung. He deserves more than just the glowing sunlight to show his beauty,” Namjoon mumbles. His entire face is a bright red now, the tips of his ears joining.

“Yes, I know Joonie. I’m just messing with you.”

Silence mulls around them for a moment, Yoongi taking the pause in their conversation to look back down at Hoseok. Hoseok is laid out like a starfish on the grass, his limbs spread out as wide as they can go. The expression on his face is tired and exhausted, bags under her eyes. Yoongi can’t tell from where he stands, but he’s pretty sure Hoseok’s eyes are red rimmed from the tears he had shed.

It hurts Yoongi’s heart.

“You know hyung…” Namjoon speaks up again, getting Yoongi’s attention away from the boy below. “There isn’t anything actually stopping you from going down and seeing him. You are the ruler here, no one is above you. You can do what you want.”

“But Namjo-” Yoongi starts.

“Don’t ‘but’ me Yoongs. You know it’s true. You always say that it’s the rules. That people of the clouds can’t mingle with the people of the earth. Don’t you remember Jungkook?” Namjoon is staring at Yoongi with fire in his eyes. He’s not angry, no, he’s just trying to figure out why Yoongi won’t just do it.

“Of course I remember Jungkook. I can’t just forget the kid, he was our friend,” Yoongi spits back, his own fire bubbling up inside of him.

“He left, he went to be with his love. And he is, he’s happy. And he can still do his job from earth! You don’t have to be in the clouds to move them.”

Yoongi is stiff, his eyes glued to the cloud he stands on. Unconsciously, Yoongi parted the clouds, allowing him to see Hoseok laying on the grass again. Hoseok was staring up at the clouds, his eyes wide and watching. To Yoongi, it felt like Hoseok was looking at him, was watching him. Chills went down his spine.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” Though Hoseok is thousands of feet away, Yoongi can hear him perfectly. Because of this, Yoongi makes his decision.

“Okay. Get packed Namjoon, you’re coming with me.”

~

It’s raining. The first time that Namjoon and Yoongi were touching the ground, the clouds rain in protest. Yoongi isn’t as happy as Namjoon is because of this fact. Namjoon, on the other hand, is spinning out in the rain, his arms spread out as he spins. Yoongi is stood under an awning, taking cover from the rain. His hoodie can only provide so much protection.

“Namjoon,” Yoongi tries to gain the boy’s attention, his teeth starting to chatter.

“Isn’t this amazing hyung! It’s raining!” Namjoon giggles out, a wide smile on his lips. “I’ve only seen the rain, but I’ve never got to feel it!”

“Namjoon, you’ll get sick if you stay out there for too long,” Yoongi tries again.

“I’ve never been sick before, this will be amazing!”

Yoongi face palms. Sometimes Namjoon is too much for him. “You wanted to go see your Pink Prince, didn’t you?”

Namjoon stops spinning at the mention of him, the rain suddenly less interesting. He nods excitedly, turning to bolt in the direction of his prince’s bakery.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t splashing his way through the puddles on purpose. By the time he reaches the bakery’s door, he’s giggling like a little kid. Namjoon barely registers the reality of what he’s doing, pushing his way through the door and nearly falling from the momentum he has.

The bell above the door awakens his senses. He stares wide eyed at his beautiful prince sitting at the front counter with a soft smile on his face. Namjoon’s face starts to heat up, a soft blush appearing.

“Move Joon, it’s still raining out and I’d prefer not to get soaked,” Yoongi grumbles, pushing Namjoon’s back until he tumbles forward and out of the doorway.

“S-sorry,” Namjoon stutters, staring down at his feet.

Yoongi glances up at the counter, realization dawning on him as he looks at the handsome man sitting there. “Why don’t you go get us a seat Namjoon? I’ll get us some coffee and sweets,” Yoongi says, pushing Namjoon lightly to get him moving.

Without speaking, Namjoon nods and leaves to grab them a booth. He does all he can to avoid looking at his Pink Prince. But, the Pink Prince himself follows Namjoon’s movements until Yoongi is standing in front of the counter.

“Hello! How can I help you?” Seokjin says, breaking himself free of the spell encasing him.

Yoongi quirks an eyebrow at him, silently telling him that he had seen him staring at his friend. Seokjin turns red.

“Can I just get two coffees and…” Yoongi trails off, looks down at the sweets through the glass. He points to two sugar coated sweets in the back. “Can I get those as well?”

“Sure thing!” Seokjin says, a bright smile appearing on his lips. He misses the loving stare from Namjoon.

A minute later Yoongi is walking to the booth with two coffees in his hands and the bag holding their sweets secured in his mouth. He plops down in the seat opposite of Namjoon, setting his coffee down in front of him.

Namjoon blinks back to reality when Yoongi drops the bag roughly on the table, looking away from Seokjin – who is sitting at the counter with a small smile on his face.

“Why don’t you just go talk to him?” Yoongi asks, reaching for the sugar and cream packets on the table. He opens a few and dumps them in his coffee.

“Because I don’t deserve to talk to him,” Namjoon groans, dropping his head onto the table with a hard thud. “Seriously, look at him. And then look at me. He’s like a god, and I’m like a freaking potato. A potato! Ha! Why did I even think that this would work?”

Namjoon’s voice is muffled as he talks aimlessly to the table, words tumbling out of his mouth before he can even know what he’s saying. Yoongi just stirs his coffee, looking at his friend with a flat expression.

“Don’t look now, but he’s look at you Joon,” Yoongi says nonchalantly, taking a sip of his coffee.

“What?!” Namjoon whisper shouts, his head shooting up off the table to look at Seokjin. Seokjin, who had been staring at Namjoon, quickly turns away when he sees Namjoon look at him.

From where he sits, Namjoon can’t see the red tinting Seokjin’s cheeks. Seokjin thinks he can, and this only makes his cheeks redder.

Yoongi starts letting out little chuckles at the both of them, about to persuade Namjoon into actually talking to the man when the bell above the door goes off again.

A boy, a few years younger than himself and Namjoon (by the looks of it) comes bustling inside, soaked to the bone. He’s shivering, his teeth chattering so loud that Yoongi and Namjoon can hear them from the far booth they sit in.

“Jimin!” Seokjin says, standing up from the stool he had been sitting on and rushing around the counter. He grabs a towel from underneath the counter and quickly wraps it around Jimin’s shaking body.

“What happened, I thought your boyfriend was driving you today?” Seokjin asks, patting at Jimin’s form with the towel.

“H-his car b-broke on the w-way here,” Jimin stutters out.

“You poor thing…” Seokjin frowns, stopping his patting and wrapping the towel tightly around Jimin. “Go sit in the kitchen, close to the oven so it’ll warm you up. You don’t have to work until you’re warm again. I have a spare set of clothes in the office, wear those.”

“Thanks hyung,” Jimin sighs out, already feeling warmer from being inside. “Kookie should be here soon though. He called for a tow truck and then he was coming here.”

“That’s fine,” Seokjin smiled, his eyes lighting up. “We can put him to work.” Seokjin laughs, making Jimin let out a light chuckle and Namjoon smile at the unique sound.

Without any last words, Jimin waddles (yes, waddles. His shoes are wet, and he doesn’t want to slip) his way to Seokjin’s office to retrieve the dry clothes. Seokjin pulls out the wet floor sign and then returns to his seat behind the counter.

“Did you hear that Yoongi?” Namjoon speaks up, taking Yoongi’s attention away from his beloved coffee.

“Hear what?” Yoongi asks, setting his coffee back down onto the table.

“His laugh,” Namjoon sighs out, resting his head on top of his hand and staring over at Seokjin with the biggest pair of heart eyes Yoongi’s ever seen.

“You mean that window washing sound?” Yoongi asks.

“Yoongi!” Namjoon snaps back to face him, a small pout on his face. “It’s still cu-”

The bell above the door cuts him off. In tumbles another boy. Again, he is completely soaked. He shakes his head like a dog, earning a groan from Seokjin.

“Jungkook, don’t do that in here. I don’t want to mop up all of the water,” Seokjin grumbles, throwing a towel at Jungkook’s face.

At the mention of Jungkook’s name, Yoongi and Namjoon instantly look in their direction.

“No shit!” Namjoon nearly screams, rising from his seat. “Is that the Jeon Jungkook I see?”

Jungkook turns to where his name is said, his eyes going wide as he sees his hyungs at a booth in the far corner. “Oh my fucking god! Namjoon hyung?! Yoongi hyung?! What the hell are you doing here?”

In the blink of an eye, the three of them are in a strange (and wet) group hug. Jungkook holds onto both of them tightly, no matter how much Yoongi grumbles about getting wet.

“What the hell are you guys doing down here? I never thought I’d see you guys on the ground,” Jungkook mumbles as he finally pulls away from the hug.

“Yeah, well,” Namjoon cocks his head sideways, smirking at Yoongi. “This poor guy has fallen in love with a boy who’s been coming to the park for years. He used to be happy, this boy. But now he’s pretty down, so Yoongi decided it was time to come and see him.”

“I’m not in love with the guy!” Yoongi defends, his face heating up and a scowl resting perfectly on his face. “You’re the one in love here. But you can’t even work up the freaking courage to talk to the guy!”

“Shut up!” Namjoon hisses.

Jungkook bursts out laughing, the interaction between his hyungs making him overly happy. “I see you guys haven’t changed much,” He chuckles out, smiling widely at the two of them.

“Who is it you’ve got a crush on Namjoon? Maybe I could help…” Jungkook offers, taking the towel wrapped around his neck and rubbing at his hair with it.

“It’s no one, don’t worry about it,” Namjoon mumbles, looking away.

“It’s the owner here, Seokjin. He’s been watching him ever since he opened his bakery. He calls him his Pink Prince,” Yoongi interjects, smirking at the glaring Namjoon. Even if Namjoon tries to hide his embarrassment with a glare, his face turning red gives it all away.

Jungkook busts out laughing again.

“Shut up,” Namjoon snaps, lightly pushing Jungkook. Namjoon’s face is now a bright red, a small pout sticking to his face.

“Hey hyung!” Jungkook suddenly shouts, both males staring at him in confusion until they notice he was not shouting at them. Instead, he was shouting at Seokjin. Namjoon nearly cowers behind Yoongi. “Come here! I want you to meet some old friends of mine!”

Without questioning it, Seokjin walks over. Internally, he’s screaming at himself, freaking out over the fact that he was getting closer to the hottie that had been hiding himself in the corner of his bakery. But it’s fine, Seokjin is fine. It’s all just fine.

“Seokjin,” Jungkook starts, pointing to each as he says their names. “This is Yoongi and Namjoon. We grew up together and were great friends until I moved here.”

Seokjin bows his head a little bit, trying not to stare at Namjoon – who he now knew the name of. “Nice to properly meet you guys. I didn’t know you knew Jungkook.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” Namjoon replies back quietly, staring at the floor beneath his feet as a distraction.

“Oh, by the way Seokjin hyung, Namjoon here thinks you’re cute.”

Namjoon snaps his head up in an instant, eyes wide as he meets Seokjin’s gaze. He looks to Jungkook with fire in his eyes. “I’m going to fucking kill you, you freaking brat!”

Yoongi grabs ahold of Namjoon before he can pounce on Jungkook, who is already running to the kitchen with laughter following his trail.

Seokjin is red, his entire face ablaze with embarrassment. But he’s kind of flattered. He’s also extremely happy.

“Ah,” Namjoon stutters out awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’m sorry about that. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable with this sudden information.”

“Is it true?” Seokjin asks, his voice quiet and fragile.

“I…I…” Namjoon tries to think of an excuse, but he can’t come up with one. He lets out a sigh. “Yes, it’s true.”

“Thank god,” Seokjin says, letting out a deep chuckle as relief washes through him. “I was hoping it was.”

“Y-you were?” Namjoon’s taken aback, his face holding pure shock.

“Well yeah!” Seokjin says this like it’s a fact, his smile so big it seems to shine. “This really hot guy thinks I’m cute! I’d say that today is my lucky day!”

“Hot?”

“You know,” Yoongi interrupts before they can continue their flirting. “I’m gonna go find someone, he’s normally there around this time. So, good luck to you, Namjoon,” Yoongi pats Namjoon’s shoulder. “And please don’t try to break my friend too much Seokjin. He’s clumsy, so don’t let him near anything fragile.”

With that, Yoongi takes his leave. He heads to the front doors, shouting a quick ‘See you later, Jungkook!’ over his shoulder before he fully leaves.

~

As Yoongi walks to the park, he realizes that it might not have been a good idea to leave without an umbrella. But then again, he believes that he would do this all again – even if it meant getting soaked within five seconds of walking outside – just to see his sunshine.

By the time Yoongi reaches the park, he’s soaked. But at least the rain seems to be letting up. (That might be thanks to Yoongi, who had been glaring at the clouds and threatening to move them to another location if they didn’t stop pouring down on him.)

For the entire walk there, Yoongi had been trying to think of what to say to Hoseok. Because he can’t just come up to the guy and say “Hey, this might be weird, but I’m the ruler of the clouds and I’ve been watching you for a while now and you just seem so sad lately, I just want to help make you smile again.”

No, that would only make Hoseok run from Yoongi. That wouldn’t be good.

Yoongi’s question is answered when he sees Hoseok standing under a tree, a sunken look on his face as he stares up at the clouds.

“Hey,” Yoongi says quietly, trying not to startle Hoseok as he approaches. Hoseok doesn’t turn to look at him. In fact, Hoseok doesn’t even seem to move. “Are you alright?” Yoongi tries again, now standing beside Hoseok.

“I’m fine,” Hoseok mumbles, finally looking away from the clouds and down at Yoongi. He seems taken aback when he looks at Yoongi. “It just usually isn’t raining this hard when I’m here. I guess my guardian angel is on break.” Hoseok cracks a small smile, trying to show this stranger that he really was fine. Yoongi can tell it’s fake though.

Yoongi’s heart beats heavily in his chest, Hoseok being far more attractive up close and his voice a deep sultry sound when it’s not scratchy from his emotions. Yoongi was totally not ready for this encounter.

“W-would you like to come get some coffee?” Yoongi asks, his nerves coming out now. He plays with the sleeves of his hoodie. “Get out of this rain for a little bit.”

“Why?” Hoseok questions, raising an eyebrow at Yoongi. “You just met me.”

“I’d, uhm, I’d like to get to know you more,” Yoongi can’t stop the words falling from his mouth. “I’ve seen you around for awhile now, and I don’t know, I think you’re cute and I’m sorry if this is awkward, I just, yeah, I don’t know. Sorry.” Yoongi is rambling. He knows he’s rambling. But his nerves are on overdrive and Hoseok is watching him with the cutest little smile on his face, he can’t help it.

“You done now?” Hoseok asks, amused at this smaller man’s cute rambling. Yoongi shuts his mouth, nodding. “Good. I wouldn’t mind getting a coffee with you. You’re pretty cute yourself.” Hoseok winks. Yoongi blushes, turning away from the other man in order to hide it.

“I’m Yoongi,” Yoongi mumbles, sticking out his hand for Hoseok to shake.

“I’m Hoseok,” Hoseok replies, grabbing Yoongi’s hand lightly. Hoseok’s hands are surprisingly warm for the weather. Yoongi’s hands are so cold they tremble, which Hoseok picks up quickly. “Are you cold?”

Yoongi shrugs. “I’m not from around here, it doesn’t really rain much where I’m from.” Though it’s the truth, it feels a little too stretched out to be the complete truth. At least, to Yoongi it sounds that way.

“Well, lets go to a café then, get you out of the rain before you freeze to death,” Hoseok jokes, a full on sunshine smile playing on his lips. Yoongi couldn’t be any happier. Both because they’re finally getting out of the rain and because Hoseok is smiling again. Even if it will only be for the moment, Yoongi still made him smile.

~

Yoongi is sitting across the table from Hoseok, sipping on his coffee nervously.

“Are you still cold? Your cheeks are red,” Hoseok mentions, sipping his own coffee nonchalantly.

Yoongi shakes his head, “I’m not that cold anymore.” Hoseok shrugs, letting the topic go for now.

“So Yoongi, what are you doing here? You said that you aren’t from around here?” Hoseok changes the topic, watching Yoongi’s movements with slight curiosity.

“Ah yeah,” Yoongi mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “I came here with a friend to see someone that we used to know.”

“Did you get to see them?” Hoseok sips his coffee. Yoongi isn’t sure if he’s being serious or if he’s just faking interest.

“Yeah,” Yoongi responds. “It was nice. He didn’t even know we were coming, so it was a nice surprise for him.”

Hoseok nods, an awkward silence looming between the two. Yoongi has so much he wants to say, but he’s scared to freak Hoseok out. Who wouldn’t be?

Another moment passes before Yoongi finally decides to speak. “Hey Hoseok?” He asks.

“Hmm?” Hoseok answers, looking at Yoongi with questioning eyes.

“You, uhm,” Yoongi stutters out, trying to word his sentence properly. “You seem to be upset lately…” He trails off, still thinking. “Are you, uhm, okay?”

Hoseok stares at him blankly, as if not registering anything he had said. After a moment of silence, Hoseok lets out a slow sigh. He sits up straighter, taking a short sip of his coffee before answering.

“I’m going through some things right now,” Hoseok admits. “But I’m getting through it. Eventually I’ll be okay.”

Yoongi nods, not knowing what to respond. I can help you, let me help you, he thinks. He takes another sip from his coffee.

“I hope you are,” Yoongi mumbles, more so to his coffee cup than to Hoseok. But Hoseok hears him anyways.

“And why is that?” Hoseok asks.

“Because I like your smile.”

The words slip from Yoongi’s mouth before he can stop them. When he hears the words that fall from his lips, he instantly shoots a hand up to cover his mouth, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

The look on Hoseok’s face a mixture between awe and slight embarrassment. How does one respond to something like that?

“A-are you sure?” Hoseok stutters out, his own cheeks tinted red.

Yoongi gives a short, sharp nod, gnawing on his bottom lip again.

“The way you were talking earlier,” Hoseok says, finally speaking his own thoughts. “It sounded like you had seen me other than just today. You said that I seemed to be upset lately. Which means you’ve seen me before, yeah?”

Yoongi freezes, his breath catching in his throat. “I, uhm, I didn’t know I worded it like that. My apologies,” He says, trying to wrap his own mind around his words.

“Does that mean that you have or haven’t seen me before?” Hoseok doesn’t seem angry as he asks this. Instead he seems curious, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. He watches Yoongi intently, trying to practically read the answer from Yoongi’s body movements.

“I, uhm-” Yoongi is interrupted by his phone going off, Namjoon’s ringtone easily recognized. “I’m sorry, I have to get this.”

Yoongi stands from his seat, heading to the front door to stand outside – where it had thankfully stopped raining. He answers the phone as the door closes behind him.

“Namjoon, do you have an excuse for me to get out of this awkward situation?”

“What?” Namjoon asks, confusion laced into his voice.

“Never mind,” Yoongi mutters. “What’s up?”

“Uh, nothing much. I just wanted to see where you were,” Namjoon’s voice is scratchy over the phone, making it sound deeper than it truly is. “Jungkook wanted to get a gathering together with us tonight. After the bakery closes at, like, ten or something. He wants us to meet his other friends. Seokjin, Jimin – who was the guy that walked in the bakery before Jungkook and is also his boyfriend – and then two other guys that I already forgot the names of will be there. We can all just hangout for the night.”

“Sure,” Yoongi sighs out, taking this opportunity to look at Hoseok through the window. Yoongi instantly blushes when he sees that Hoseok is watching him, quickly turning away so that Hoseok doesn’t see his blush.

“-Yoongi?”

“Hmm? What?” Yoongi says, zoning back into his conversation with Namjoon.

“Where’d you go? You like spaced dude?” Namjoon asked, a slight teasing tone in his voice.

“Aish, shut up,” Yoongi snaps, running a hand through his hair in a quick motion. “I didn’t zone out that bad. Anyways, I’m gonna head back to the hotel room now. Meet me there in twenty.”

“But Yoon-” Yoongi hangs up, not bothering to listen to Namjoon’s complaints.

With one last sigh, Yoongi heads back into the café where Hoseok waits. He walks back to their table without sitting down. Pulling out a napkin from its dispenser, he uses the pen conveniently placed on the table to scribble his number on the napkin.

“I’m sorry, Hoseok,” Yoongi says, sliding the napkin in his direction. “I have to go now. Please text or call me later.”

Hoseok barely had the time to take in what was happening before Yoongi is walking out the door again, a small wave over his shoulder and he’s gone.

Hoseok is dumbfounded.

~

“I’m so glad you guys could come!” Jungkook was excited, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he let his hyungs into his apartment – one that he shared with his boyfriend. “I have to introduce you to Jimin still! You remember that cute boy that I had left the clouds for? Yeah, he’s my boyfriend now. And I can’t wait for you to meet him, he’s going to love you guys! Honestly h-“

“Chill, kid,” Yoongi grumbled, successfully cutting off Jungkook’s rambling.

“Sorry hyung,” Jungkook pouted. “I just get so excited talking about him.”

“Hey, it’s fine Kook, we understand,” Namjoon butted in, giving a light glare to Yoongi. Namjoon knew that Yoongi wasn’t in the best of moods right now (he might have walked into the hotel room to see it in total chaos – the sheets from the bed were in a pile on the floor, the pillows were on the other side of the room, their suitcases were flipped onto their sides and were spilling clothes all over the floor, and Yoongi was sitting in the middle of the floor, hands pulling on his own hair with frustration. It also didn’t help that the clouds were getting darker, an indication of Yoongi’s despair). Namjoon was trying his best to make Yoongi relax again, but there wasn’t much to do when he didn’t know what was wrong.

Jungkook nodded, giving Yoongi a questioning look. Yoongi looked away from him, grumbling about meeting Jungkook’s boyfriend. With the mention of his boyfriend, Jungkook smiled wide again, pulling both of his hyungs into the small living area.

“Jimin!” Jungkook said, practically bouncing to his boyfriend’s side. Jimin stood up from where he had been sitting on the couch. “These are my old friends from the clouds. You have Yoongi hyung -” Jungkook points to Yoongi. “He’s the ruler. And then you have Namjoon hyung -” Jungkook points to Namjoon, who gives a small smile and a tilt of his head towards Jimin. “He’s Yoongi’s right hand man. I used to be Yoongi’s left hand man, but I was pretty useless.”

“You bet your ass you were,” Yoongi grumbled. “I spent more time fixing your shenanigans than I did doing my job.”

Jungkook let out a small ‘sorry hyung’ and gave Yoongi a guilty smile.

“By the way,” Namjoon said, a serious look on his face. “When did you tell him about us? You know you’re not supposed to tell people on the earth about the people on the clouds.”

“I-” Jungkook started, only to get interrupted by his boyfriend.

“Please don’t blame Kookie for this,” Jimin said. “It was my fault. I saw him at the park one day, about a week or so after we had first met, and I planned on going to say hi to him. But then he was, like, waving his hand in the air in weird patterns, and I noticed that the clouds were moving the same direction as his hand. So I might have confronted him about it. But I haven’t told anyone since! Well, outside of our friend group that is…”

“Jimin!” Jungkook screeched, looking at his boyfriend in shock. “You told everyone else?”

“You didn’t know that?” Jimin tilts his head sideways, eyes sparkling with guilt. “I’m sorry Kookie, I didn’t mean to. Me, Seokjin, Tae, and Hobi were hanging out one day and Taehyung mentioned something about wanting to shape the clouds into cool patterns, and it just slipped off my tongue when I said ‘Kookie can make any shape with the clouds I want.’ And then they made me explain why, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spill your secret.”

Everyone in the room sat quietly, still shocked about this new information. Jimin started pouting, his lip getting shakier and shakier the longer his boyfriend waited to reply.

“Jiminie…” Jungkook said softly, his heart going weak when he saw the guilt and tears in Jimin’s eyes. He pulled Jimin in for a feather light kiss. “It’s okay, baby. I know you didn’t mean to. But please don’t tell anyone else.”

“I won’t, I promise,” Jimin mumbled, burying his head in Jungkook’s neck and wrapping his arms tightly around his waist.

“Wait, so does that mean Seokjin knows about Yoongi and I?” Namjoon asks, making the couple break apart from each other and come back to reality.

Jungkook shook his head. “No, Jimin just found out today. So Seokjin doesn’t know.” Namjoon sighed in relief, a lazy smile pulling on his lips.

“What don’t I know?” Seokjin said, scaring nearly everyone in the room – besides the unemotional Yoongi, who was still too busy sulking to respond.

“When did you get here, hyung?” Jungkook asked, looking at Seokjin with wide eyes. “And how did you get in here?”

“I just got here. And did you already forget that I’ve got a spare to your apartment?” Seokjin says, holding up a shiny gold key. Jungkook mumbles to himself, giving Namjoon an apologetic look. “Now, what was it that I didn’t know?”

“Uh…” Jungkook trails off, glancing at Yoongi and Namjoon. “Nothing?” It sounds more like a question. Everyone knows he’s lying.

“Yeah, no. Tell me,” Seokjin says, crossing his arms over his chest. “I won’t make food for everyone if you don’t.”

“That’s not fair,” Jungkook whines, stomping his foot like a four year old throwing a tantrum. “It’s not even my secret to tell.”

“I don’t care. You’re keeping something from me and I will not ha-”

“Oh my gosh,” Yoongi says, waking from his hazy state of panic. “Namjoon, tell your boyfriend our secret before we all starve.”

Namjoon blushes instantly, sucking in a breath as his eyes snap to Seokjin. “He’s not my boyfriend…” Namjoon says quietly, tapping his fingers against his leg gently.

“He will be eventually. Just tell him,” Yoongi retorts.

“Why don’t we, uhm, go talk in the kitchen?” Namjoon offers to Seokjin. “I’ll tell you while you make some food?”

“Fine,” Seokjin sighs out, turning on his heal and heading to the kitchen with large steps. When he reaches the kitchen door, he turns to see Namjoon still standing in the same place. Seokjin smirks, a playful glint in his eyes. “Are you coming… boyfriend?” He then turns and disappears into the kitchen.

Namjoon is still red faced and standing in place. It doesn’t look like he’s breathing either. Maybe Seokjin killed him with his charming ways.

~

Surprisingly, Seokjin had taken the news better than anyone had expected. Though, he did demand Namjoon to make the rain stop. Namjoon gave him a lopsided smile. “I can’t do that. Yoongi is the only one who can control the rain. Jungkook and I can only move and shape the clouds.”

Taehyung was the next to arrive, instantly getting the new information about Yoongi and Namjoon form Seokjin. The two of them bombarded both guys with thousands of questions, teaming up to get all of the answers they wanted.

“Do you know where Hobi is?” Jimin asks, interrupting Taehyung’s rambling.

“He told me that he was gonna practice a bit more tonight, said he had something on his mind that he needed to think through,” Taehyung answers, finally taking a breath and relaxing into the chair he sat on. “You know how he gets when something is bothering him.”

“I know,” Jimin mumbles. “That’s why I’m worried about him. Any idea what’s bothering him tonight?”

Taehyung only shakes his head, pulling his phone out of his pocket to check for any messages. When seeing none, he quickly types a quick ‘where you at??????’ to Hoseok.

After a few moments, Taehyung gets a ‘on my way’ text back. After informing the others about Hoseok’s whereabouts (calling him Hobi because that’s way easier than Hoseok and he’s too used to calling him that anyways), everyone settles down into relaxed talking.

Yoongi’s phone pings, alerting him of a new message. No one else really pays attention to him (well, Namjoon does give him a look that says “Who’s that? You don’t have any other friends”). Yoongi almost ignores the phone, if it wasn’t for the fact that the message is from “Unknown Number” and he’s been waiting on this text all. freaking. day. Literally.

He unlocks his phone in a rush, having to put the password in multiple times because his fingers were shaking too much to hit the right button.

A smile forms on his face when he reads ‘Hey, it’s Hoseok’ on his phone. Yoongi quickly adds Hoseok’s contact, making sure to put multiple sun emojis next to his name.

Thinking about his response, he settles for a simple ‘Hey what’s up’.

“Who’s got you smiling like a madman?” Namjoon asks, pulling Yoongi from his bubble of happiness. “Is it sunshine boy?” Yoongi blushes, that in itself giving Namjoon his answer.

Namjoon smiles. “Damn, so you got his number?” Yoongi only nods, his phone pinging again. The smile is instantly back on Yoongi’s face as he unlocks his phone.

‘I’m on my way to a friend’s place, you?’ The text reads.

Yoongi doesn’t waste a beat when typing out his response. ‘I’m at my friends too, the one I mentioned earlier… we’re meeting his friends and relaxing.’

“Who’s sunshine boy?” Taehyung asks, bringing Yoongi once again back to reality.

“Oh just this boy that Yoongi has been watching over,” Namjoon says, shrugging his shoulders. “He spotted him in the park a while back and now he always looks for him in the park. He used to fangirl every time the boy smiled-”

“I did not!” Yoongi interjects, his face turning red.

“-and then he started calling him sunshine,” Namjoon continues, pretending as if Yoongi hadn’t spoke at all. “This boy is actually the reason we’re here. His sunshine boy hasn’t smiled for a couple months, according to Yoongi.”

“Can we please stop talking about this?” Yoongi asks quietly, looking down at the floor. He was feeling upset by this, he didn’t want everyone to judge him.

“Why?” Jimin asks, looking at Yoongi with slight concern. “I think it’s sweet that you were looking out for him.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin adds as well. “I kinda wish I had someone that sweet looking out for me.”

Yoongi’s eyes flutter to Namjoon, who is starting to turn a nice shade of red as his embarrassment starts to form.

“You don’t have to wish that hard,” Yoongi says to Seokjin, a small smirk on his face as he watches Namjoon turn even redder.

“What do you mean?” Seokjin asks, following Yoongi’s gaze to Namjoon. Upon seeing how red faced Namjoon is, Seokjin makes the connection. He slaps Namjoon’s shoulder. “You did not! Please tell me that he isn’t lying!”

Namjoon shakes his head, too embarrassed to speak.

“You should have seen him Seokjin,” Yoongi speaks again, amusement in his tone. “He always had to make sure that your bakery was sparkling with sunlight because his Pink Prince deserved the best.”

Seokjin stares at Namjoon with wide eyes. “Did you seriously call me a prince?”

“Well, I, uh,” Namjoon stutters out, his voice cracking. “I- I didn’t know y-your name and s-so I just called you that and-”

“Well shit,” Seokjin says, cutting off Namjoon’s rambling mess. “I think I’m in love with you already. Not only are you attractive, but you think I’m a prince. I don’t even know how to react. You’re my boyfriend now. No ifs, ands, or buts.”

Everyone in the room stares at Seokjin as if he had grown another head, all in shock over what just happened. Namjoon was the most in shock, his entire face practically glowing red.

“I, uhm,” Namjoon mumbles. “What?”

“Don’t look so shocked, babe,” Seokjin winks, standing up from his seat. “Now come one, boyfriend, the food should be about done now. Help me get it ready.”

Namjoon follows Seokjin into the kitchen without a word, a small smile on his face.

“Well….” Taehyung drags out, chuckles falling from his lips. “That was interesting.”

“You’re telling me,” Yoongi mumbles, letting out a sigh and relaxing back into his seat. His phone lets out another ping.

Hoseok: ‘Nice. Having fun making new friends? ^.^’

Yoongi: ‘Sure. But I kind of wish you were here… it’d make it a lot better <3’

Hoseok: ‘Are you flirting with me, Yoongi?’

Yoongi: ‘I might be. Would that be a problem if I was SeokSeok?’

Hoseok: ‘Not at all, just wanted to make sure we were on the same page Yoongles ;)’

Yoongi can feel the blush rising in his cheeks, a small smile resting on his face. He feels like a little kid, a bubbly feeling building inside of him and giggles trying to escape.

“You talking to sunshine boy still?” Jimin asks Yoongi quietly, leaning over so only Yoongi can hear him. Taehyung and Jungkook are talking amongst themselves, ignoring Jimin and Yoongi.

“Yeah,” Yoongi answers, offering Jimin a small smile.

Jimin smiles back. “Tell me about him?” It was the first time that anyone had ever asked Yoongi about something he cared about, he didn’t know what to say.

“What do you want to know?” Yoongi asked, chewing on his bottom lip in thought.

“Anything you’re willing to share,” Jimin replied, giving Yoongi an even brighter smile. His gentle demeaner put Yoongi at ease.

“Well,” Yoongi starts. “He’s really amazing. Like, I don’t think you understand. He’s so amazing, and he’s been through so much it breaks my heart Jimin. He’s so precious and doesn’t deserve half of the shit he’s going through right now. His voice is as smooth as butter, and the first time I heard it – to be honest, all times I hear it – it gives me butterflies and goosebumps.

“And today, oh gosh, I wasn’t prepared to meet him today. He was so much more gorgeous in person. He seemed a lot happier than he had any other days I saw him. I tried to make him happy on those days, but there was only so much I could do from the clouds, Jimin,” Yoongi was pouting, memories of Hoseok crying alone in the park coming to his mind.

“It hurt that I wasn’t able to do anything for him. I know he liked the sunshine most though, he was less sad when the sun was out,” Yoongi shook his head, getting deep into his own thoughts. “But after a while, the sun wouldn’t even help. And gosh, seeing him smile today, and not just smiling to make me think he was happy, but actually smiling! He shined so bright I just melted.”

“You seem to really like this sunshine boy,” Jimin said, still smiling widely at Yoongi.

“I just want what’s best from him,” Yoongi mumbles, rubbing at the back of his neck with his hand. “I know I can make him happy again, if only he’d give me the chance to.”

“You know,” Hoseok said, coming into the room with a wide smile on his face. “All you had to do was ask, I would have given you the chance.”

Yoongi freezes, not moving from his position. He stares at Jimin with surprised eyes, butterflies erupting in his stomach.

“Hobi!” Jimin says excitedly, jumping up from his spot on the couch. He practically climbs over Taehyung and Jungkook to reach Hoseok, pulling him into a tight hug. “When did you get here?”

“I just got in a minute ago, I was taking my shoes off,” Hoseok answers, hugging Jimin back, despite being sweaty and gross from dancing so much.

Yoongi decides then would be a great time to unfreeze, turning to look at Hoseok as him and Jimin pull away from their hug. Hoseok’s eyes instantly connected with Yoongi’s, a smile tugging onto his lips.

“Did you hear anything of the conversation?” Yoongi asked, nervousness crawling throughout his entire body.

Hoseok nods a little bit, “Yeah, I heard it. I gotta say, at first it kind of freaked me out when I heard your voice. Then I was a little disappointed because you were talking about some gorgeous guy. But then I heard that you had just met him today… and I got a little hope. Plus, you were flirting with me earlier over text. Did I have the right to assume you were talking about me?”

Hoseok’s eyes are sparkling, watching Yoongi’s movements with interest. Yoongi, meanwhile, is having his own internal battle. Did that mean that Hoseok knew that Yoongi was a cloud person, or did he just think that Yoongi saw him from the earth?

“I, uhm,” Yoongi mumbles, still trying to process the fact that Hoseok had heard him say all of those things about him. “I was talking about you… I hope that didn’t creep you out or anything.”

Hoseok breaks out into a smile, relief washing through him. “No, no it’s fine. I really wanted you to be talking about me, but I didn’t want to be too selfish. I hope you know that I think your immensely gorgeous and handsome and pretty and beautiful and other adjectives that mean how hot you are. So…”

“There’s something you should know about me first, Hoseok. Before you make any thoughts on me,” Yoongi says, worry seeping into his mind when he realizes that Hoseok might reject him once he finds out that he’s the ruler of the clouds.

“Then tell me,” Hoseok smiles, seeming unworried about anything Yoongi might tell him.

“Well, uh,” Yoongi says, taken aback by Hoseok’s willingness to hear his confession. “You, uh, you know what Jungkook is, right?”

“You mean a cloud person? Yeah, found out a little after a week that we met. I assume you know as well because you asked me,” Hoseok answers, looking at Yoongi with curious eyes.

“How would you react if I said that I was like him?” Yoongi said softly, watching Hoseok’s expression carefully.

“You mean, you’re like a cloud person?” Hoseok asks. Yoongi nods. “Wait. You said that you had been the one making the clouds move so that the sun could come out for me? It always became sunny when I went to the park…”

“Yeah,” Yoongi admits, a light blush creeping onto his cheeks. “I knew you liked the sun.”

“So you were my guardian angel?” Hoseok is grinning now, moving closer to where Yoongi is sitting.

“I guess I was,” Yoongi replies watching as Hoseok moves closer to him.

When Hoseok is fully in front of Yoongi, he reaches his hand out and pulling Yoongi to stand with him.

“I’ve always wanted to meet you. I wished to meet you so many times. I wanted to be able to thank you for always giving me sunshine,” Hoseok mumbles, still gripping Yoongi’s hand with his own. Hoseok runs his thumb over Yoongi’s knuckles, trying to formulate his thoughts.

“You met me now,” Yoongi mumbles.

“I know,” Hoseok smiles. “Can I thank you then?”

“You don’t have to, knowing you liked it is thanks enough.” Yoongi is smiling widely, his heart pounding heavily in his chest. Hoseok is so close that Yoongi is enveloped entirely by his scent. Yoongi feels warm inside.

“Let me rephrase that question,” Hoseok whispers, resting his forehead against Yoongi’s. He’s still smiling, a wide and toothy grin that seems to be reserved for only Yoongi. “Can I thank you… with a kiss?”

Yoongi is smiling himself, butterflies going wild in his stomach. He can only nod.

In the next second, they’re sharing the same air, only a centimeter between their lips. After a moment, Yoongi grows impatient and presses his lips against Hoseok’s.

They’re kissing. Both guys are lost in each other, their hands gripping each other closely and their hearts pounding as one.

Seokjin interrupts their moments with a shout. “Foods ready!”

Taehyung and Jungkook jump up from their seats and push their way through Hoseok and Yoongi. “FOOD!” They shout, running into the kitchen like little kids.

Jimin follows the two with laughter, giving both Hoseok and Yoongi an apologetic look before disappearing into the kitchen.

Hoseok turns to Yoongi, giving him a small smile. Yoongi sucks in a breath of air, nearly blushing at how cute Hoseok’s smile is.

“Would you do me the favor of being my boyfriend?” Hoseok asks, holding out his hand for Yoongi to take again. Without hesitation, Yoongi grabs onto Hoseok’s hand.

“I’d move the clouds for you, just so you could see the sun. You’re doing me a favor by being my boyfriend,” Yoongi replies with a smile.

Hoseok laughs, tugging Yoongi to him again and giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Let’s go eat.”

Both Yoongi and Hoseok head for the kitchen, smiles on their faces and happiness in their hearts.

~