with darling doe eyes, honey glazed over lips, skin tanned by sunny rays, and hands powerful enough to create beautiful art.

"I HATE THIS FUCKING WEATHER, CAN THE EARTH PLEASE MAKE ITS MIND UP?!" Jeongguk exclaims as he and Jimin ran down the streets, rain slamming back down at them as their feet slapped against wet concrete. Jimin laughed at the younger's outburst, grabbing his wrist and pulling him inside a random cafe.

"Calm down Guk, it's warm in here okay?" Jimin chuckled as he pulled down their sodden hoods, both of them wiping the soles of their Timberlands against the doormat. Jeongguk cringed at the feeling of wet denim against his shaking thighs but ignored it as hot air from the cafe blew over his flesh.

Dark oak tables and matching chairs sat on the even darker floorboards, table cloths decorated with yellow and blue butterflies. Small vases of baby's breath sat on top with salt and pepper, chair covers matching the cloth that rested upon the table's surface. Dried dandelions were hung in picture frames on the walls, creating collages with the other flowers while the walls were aesthetically paint-chipped.

"Welcome to the Dandelion Cafe!" A girl walked up to the two awe males, a bright smile on her face that didn't seem to be fake. She motioned the two to follow her as she sat them at one of the few tables by a window, setting two menus down and grinning wider. "Would you be eating today? Or just drinks?"

Jeongguk glanced at Jimin with a pleading look, not quite knowing what to do nor say, shifting awkwardly in his comfortable seat. Jimin nodded. "We'll have a little something to eat."

The waitress nodded too as she pointed at the counter. "When you decided on what to drink, go ahead and order over there. And when you decided on what to eat, shout me over and I'll take your order." With that abrupt ending, she waltzed off to another table, grin blinding and hazel eyes twinkling with upmost kindness.

Jeongguk was the third to sigh, looking down at the menu listening to the heavy patter of the rain against the window.

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Yoongi walks at a slight faster pace than the younger artist, both of their hands stuffed into skinny jean pockets as the rain relentlessly attacked. Taehyung was in a massive grump, hungry and in need of something warm to drink; his kitchen only consisted of a mere few bits of food and cheap beer. He was, however, too broke to buy anymore food until next week when Namjoon would pay him.

His hyung opened the door to their regular cafe, not only to get protection from the weather but also to see Hoseok. Hopefully they could get something at a discount because both of these artists were out of money for recklessly buying art supplies. (a/n me tho)

Taehyung sat down at a table near the window, passing a familiar brunet and a head of orange hair. While Yoongi ordered drinks, the green-haired man subtly watched the brunet, noticing how their eyes sometimes caught each others and refused to let the string snap that connected that stare.

He's cute, Taehyung smirked to himself and tore his view from the shop worker, fiddling with a string from his ripped jeans. Dr.Marten cladded feet of his tapped against the floorboards in boredom, Yoongi walking back over with a giggling Hoseok and two cups of hot chocolate.

"This fucker is annoying the shit out me," Yoongi motioned to the worker, said blond slapping his arm playfully and smiled wider. Taehyung nodded and smirked when the brunet was looking over again, chocolate glazed spheres observing with caution but admiration. "Tae, what are you staring at?"

Taehyung's company looked over in the direction he was staring at, Hoseok's face lighting up even brighter, a beacon of happiness and needed sun.

"Jeongguk! What are you doing here?!"

Jeongguk, huh?

Cute name.

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