"Hoseok?" Yoongi questioned aloud. "2-am-BigMac-from-McDonald's Hoseok?"

He read the notification again, making sure his eyes weren't playing any tricks on him.

Jung Hoseok has sent you a message.

Yoongi rustled his platinum blond locks in confusion. By chance, he had gotten in trouble at work and stayed for the night shift. By chance, a beautiful random stranger walked in. By chance, that random stranger turned out to be someone Yoongi felt attracted to. And by chance, that stranger found him on Grindr.

"Well damn."

Yoongi exhaled, trying to keep calm. He tapped the notification, holding his breath, and began reading.

hopeseok218: hey burger boy

Yoongi couldn't help but be surprised. As his eyes widened in shock, his fingers lost hold on the already shattered device.

"Shit!"

Little pieces of glass glittered in the dark on the hardwood floor. He had dropped his phone... again.

"Agh..." Yoongi winced looking at his phone facing down. It was the only one he could afford. If the screen fell out, a flip phone was in his future.

And how would be able to use Grindr on a flip phone?

Reaching down and being cautious of particle-sized glass shards, he picked up his phone and slowly turned it over.

"Ah!" he heavily sighed out in relief. "Thank Namjoon! I mean... thank God!"

The screen was still in tact. Of course it was still shattered, but it still worked.

Except for one thing.

"Where the hell is the home button?"

He looked around, finally finding it near the sofa. The little glass home button in a condition far from being put back into place.

But it was fine. The phone still worked.

Yoongi finally responded to Hoseok who he hoped was asleep. He both did and did not want a 5:30 am conversation after all that had happened today. He was bound to say something stupid. But he couldn't help typing away on his broken screen.

He decided to go the teasingly playful route without giving too much away.

pr0d.yoongi: may I take your order?

Yoongi tried to close out of the app he so needed yet so despised.

Except, he couldn't. There was no home button.

He was stuck on the Grindr app.

Yoongi cursed under his breath, growing more frustrated than he already was.

"This is how the world is gonna treat me, huh?" Yoongi let out. "By basically shoving the gay in my face?"

The bedroom door creaked open, making Yoongi jump, almost dropping his phone again.

"Psst," a groggy Taehyung whispered across the room. "I'm trying to sleep."

"Oh, shut up," Yoongi said while throwing a pillow at his roommate. Yoongi would've normally been polite in this situation, but he was still mad about two certain people doing a certain something in his bed. One of those certain someones being Taehyung.

Bzz.

"Yoongs, I'm sorry about-"

Another pillow hit the sleepy Taehyung in his face. "I said shut up!" Yoongi yelled.

Taehyung cutely but grumpily stomped away, as there was no point in getting Yoongi to be reasonable at this hour. Especially when he was on Grindr.

Yoongi hovered over his phone and tapped the new notification.

hopeseok218: I mean I wanted a bigmac earlier but you couldn't even do that so...

Suddenly, Yoongi's face went red with anger. He thought he knew what Hoseok had reached out to him for, but now he was confused. What did this guy want from him?

pr0d.yoongi: did you come here to mock me or fuck me?
pr0d.yoongi: speaking of which
pr0d.yoongi: how did you find me on here? how did you even get my full name?

If his phone weren't in such bad shape, Yoongi would have thrown it out of frustration by now.

His emotions never escalated like this when he talked to Jimin. He would of course get flustered, but never to the point of wanting to let his anger out.

What was this feeling? Something new?

The Hoseok Effect?

Bzz.

hopeseok218: I read your nametag, dummy

Though that was part of the puzzle, there was still a piece missing. How did Hoseok get his full name when he only knew him by "Yoongi?"

Did I accidentally say Min Yoongi at McDonald's instead of "Yoongay-" he stopped himself in his own thoughts. I mean "Yoongi?"

pr0d.yoongi: listen pal, if you're some kinda stalker or whatever
pr0d.yoongi: I'll have you know that I have college debt so good luck robbing me

hopeseok218: you give me sub energy

Yoongi froze at the words before him. Not quite dropping his phone, but almost there.

pr0d.yoongi: excuse me?

hopeseok218: look,
hopeseok218: me: 💣🔥😩💦 you: 🌸🐣💓⭐️

pr0d.yoongi: I am most definitely NOT a sub

hopeseok218: something a sub would say

"What the fuck?" Yoongi questioned aloud. He thought back to the times he and Jimin spent together. Though Jimin was the initiator, Yoongi was in control most of the time. But other times...

pr0d.yoongi: bitch I'm a switch

hopeseok218: wow that rhymed
hopeseok218: should put it on a mixtape or something

Now was Yoongi's chance to change the topic to something he was actually passionate about. Not this weird sex talk, but music. He loved music.

In the time he had spared, Yoongi would work on a simple laptop app to create the complex sounds replaying in his mind and the melodies he hummed at work. Always finger tapping and head nodding to the beats he had only thought of and making them a reality.

He did it all. Writing, rapping, flowing. The number 1 music producer he envisioned himself as. The person he believed he could be. This was Yoongi.

But something stopped him before he could type paragraphs about his passions to Hoseok.

Yoongi fell asleep, finger resting on the keyboard.

pr0d.yoongi: hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

hopseok218: ???

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Yoongi was working at the same register from last night. Hopeful to see a certain someone walk through the front door. But not too hopeful.

This wasn't some fanfiction where two main characters were destined to be soulmates.

This was real life.

But as if on cue, the man Yoongi had in his mind since his eyes landed upon him had strolled through the door. And they immediately made eye contact.

Jung Hoseok.

He smirked at Yoongi and gave a head nod toward the McDonald's bathroom. Signaling at something.

But what?

Oh, Yoongi thought. He knew exactly what Hoseok meant.

The Sunshine escaped his view, walking in the direction of the restroom.

The McDonald's wasn't too crowded. But it was crowded just enough for people not to notice what was about to happen. But only if Yoongi was careful.

He waited a few minutes, preparing a new set of hash-browns and refilling a customer's orange juice.

Now it was go-time.

He set his apron and drive-thru headset in his work cubby, leaving himself in a short sleeve black button up and jeans.

He casually walked to the men's restroom, making sure no one gave him weird looks along the way.

Mission successful.

He opened the door just enough for his body to squeeze through and quickly closed it behind him. He then turned around, once again making eye contact with Sunshine.

Not even a full second later, both of them were on each other.

Hoseok grabbed Yoongi's shirt, pushing him against the bathroom wall while Yoongi pulled him closer. Both of their bodies against one another.

Hoseok pressed his lips to Yoongi's and drove his tongue-

"What the hell!" Yoongi woke up in a hot sweat, panting from the experience he just envisioned.

He had been dreaming.

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It's not even chapter 5. We're not getting steamy yet, no not today.