"Think about how gay you are" Yoongi said to himself, mocking Namjoon's words. "Get to work Yoongay."

He sloppily flipped a hamburger on the grill, checking the time on his watch. "2 am. Who's gonna ask for a BigMac at 2 am?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the front bell rang, signaling someone had just walked into the fast food restaurant.

"I'm in the mood for a BigMac," Yoongi heard a deep voice with a soft nasally sound say. The voice had a naturally happy tone behind it which entranced Yoongi head on.

"Should I start yelling?" Yoongi heard another voice giggle out. The man had a smooth honey-like voice and a wheezing sort of laugh.

"Ah, Seokjin. Don't start acting up already. I'm enough at 2 am," the first voice laughed out, once again entrancing Yoongi.

This feeling felt strange to him. He had never felt attraction to the sound of someone talking. Jimin's looks were the first thing he had noticed on Grindr.

But now the first thing he was noticing was the sound of someone's vocal chords in a McDonalds at 2 am.

"Agh, I don't see anyone. Let's go," the man named Seokjin said.

At that, Yoongi rushed to the empty cash register, ready to see the faces behind the voices.

"Hello, my name is Yoongay- ah... Yoongi. How can I help you?"

The men before Yoongi exchanged a weird look, subtly but still obviously judging him. But they quickly got over it, reading the menu and getting ready to order.

"We'll just be a minute," the nameless man said. "Thanks, Yoongi," he finished with a heart-shaped smile.

As they glanced over the menu, Yoongi couldn't help but stare.

Seokjin had the appearance of a superstar. The long legs, slim waist, broad shoulders. And not to mention the face. It seemed as if he knew how good looking he was with the confidence seeping through his stance.

He had a golden ratio. The perfectly shaped face, small nose, plump lips. What stuck out especially was his clear and pale complexion in contrast with his dark eyes and hair. It made him fit for the movie screen.

He then moved onto the nameless man who's appearance exuded happiness. Something Yoongi had never seen represented so well on one person.

He had strong, muscular legs which Yoongi could see through dark skinny jeans. Impressive, he thought. His upper body was smaller than Seokjin's, but the bright hoodie forming to his triceps gave away the man's lean yet built form.

His face was longer as well and his cheekbones more prominent. The way he seemed to smile each second kept Yoongi intrigued. Every feature of the man's face radiated a bright feeling.

The literal embodiment of sunshine.

This bitch blinding, Yoongi thought.

Suddenly, his face grew more stern as he looked over the menu, getting deeper in thought. His lips gradually formed from a soft smile into a flat line. And that's when Yoongi saw them.

The dimples.

"Holy sh-," but before Yoongi could finish his thought, he had realized he was speaking out loud and abruptly stopped himself. Once again earning looks from Seokjin and the dimpled Sunshine.

"Ah, sorry. Just..." Yoongi began, trying to cover his tracks. He totally wasn't staring. The flustered Yoongay's mind raced for an excuse.

"Realized we had no quarters," he blurted out while pretending to fumble with the cash register.

"That's okay," Seokjin reassured. "We'll be paying by card."

Both of the beautiful men stared back up at the menu and Yoongi continued analyzing.

The dimpled man had glossy black hair that gave him a fresh feel. For a second, Yoongi wondered what he used to have such a sleek shine.

This bitch glowing too, he thought.

As Yoongi stared deeply into the dark galaxies that were Sunshine's eyes, they made eye contact.

After a mere tenth of a second, Yoongi broke the stare to keep from embarrassment, but it was too late.

Sunshine caught a glimpse of the McDonald's boy staring right at him. And he smiled right back.

Yoongi looked up at him again, noticing the most beautiful expression he had ever seen on a man. Well, not just a man. It was the most beautiful expression he had seen out of anyone.

Before he realized it, both Seokjin and Sunshine were standing directly in front of the cash register attempting to make their order for the nth time.

"Hello?" Seokjin questioned with a tinge of sourness, growing impatient.

Yoongi had zoned out with the moment Sunshine smiled back at him replaying in his mind. Over and over again.

"Yoongay?" Sunshine giggled out.

"Hoseok!" Seokjin harshly whispered, jokingly slapping the other's chest.

Hoseok, Yoongi thought. So his name is Hoseok.

Yoongi was still too far in his own mind to notice Namjoon walk through the front door.

"Oh, hello! How can I help you?" Namjoon questioned while eyeing the zoned-out Yoongi.

Hoseok and Seokjin looked back at Namjoon, with Seokjin's jaw dropping.

Namjoon, dressed in his blue plaid pajama set topped with a messy bedhead, rushed to the register next to Yoongi and flashed his warmest smile to the customers. Without thinking, Seokjin's legs moved himself to the register. His body was in a trance before his mind could even recognize what was happening.

Meanwhile, Yoongi's register was still empty with Hoseok hesitating to order.

Yoongi, finally coming back to earth, mentally slapped himself. Dammit, he thought. I went into gay panic again, didn't I?

"Ready t-to order?" he finally managed to question.

Hoseok, letting out a sigh, stepped closer to the register. Too close. Leaning toward Yoongi.

"Oh please," he scoffed. "Are you ready?"

Suddenly the Sunshine wasn't so... glowing.

Yoongi couldn't think of anything to say.

"With the way you're staring, you're practically blowing me with your eyes."

Crash.

At Hoseok's words, Namjoon dropped Seokjin's order from shock. Barbecue sauce splattering all over Seokjin's shoes.

All eyes turned to Seokjin (wasn't very many stares, but still).

"Aw c'mon, man!" he whined. "You just ruined this whole thing!"

"What whole thing?" Namjoon questioned.

Seokjin started whining again. "Us, you asswipe! I thought you were kinda cute but-"

"Jin! Dial it down!" Hoseok practically yelled.

"We're leaving," Seokjin said, grabbing Hoseok by his hoodie and pulling him out the door. "What's my fucking Yelp account again?"

Hoseok pulled away, pushing the hand off his hoodie. "Listen here XxHandsomeFace69xX, I want my BigMac."

"Listen here sunny boy, I need to leave my one star Yelp Review!" Seokjin exclaimed while grabbing Hoseok by the collar and pulling him toward the front door again.

Yoongi and Namjoon stood. Watching. None of them minded the view. They quite enjoyed staring at the beautiful men before them at 2 am in a run-down McDonald's.

Before they left the restaurant, Yoongi heard one last thing from Hoseok.

"If you wanted something from me, you should've just asked."

Yoongi glanced at Namjoon and spoke, absolutely dumbfounded.

"What was that?"

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I'm so sorry for the grammar mistakes in this. I need to go back to the 3rd grade. Also sorry if this chapter was confusing at all. It took literal weeks to write because I was brain dead for some reason.

btw when I mentioned Hoseok's dimples, I meant this:

Hobi and Joon's dimples will be the death of me... but that's the only way to die as far as I'm concerned.