Cigarettes and Roses | yoonseok x male reader

Description

A story in which poly Yoonseok tries to stop their boyfriend from smoking.

Foreword

 "I don’t understand how you like those so much.“ Hoseok looked over at the other male in disgust. He reached a hand out and plucked the cigarette from in between the others fingers. "They’re so disgusting.” He whispered out, dropping the stick to the ground, and then proceeding to smash it with the heel of his shoe.


 "Hoseok! Those cost money! You can’t continue to smash them all day!“ The [hair color] haired male dropped to his knees and began to pick up each and every cigarette that the latter had tossed to the ground. "Most aren’t even salvageable! How the Hell am I supposed to smoke now?!” The man shoved the broken sticks into the box that they had originally started out in, and quickly put it into his pocket. “I can’t believe you!” He shrieked, eyes blazing with fury. It would have been an understatement to say that the man was upset. Oh no. It was far worse than that. He was beyond upset. He was pissed. He had worked his  off just to pay for that box, yet the older man had broken every last cigarette that had once called it home.

 "Hoseok’s right. Smoking is very bad for you. Those things are making your life a living Hell. I mean, come on [first name]. You have never yelled at Hobi. Not once. Yet now-“

 "Shut the up Yoongi. This is how it is going to go, I’m going back to get another box. No one, and I mean no one is going to touch it. Am I clear?”

 "Crystal.“

 Hoseok watched as [first name] stomped out of the door. He felt bad that he had destroyed yet another box of ciggarettes that the other man had bought, yet he had done it for a good cause. There should be no reason to feel bad, right? "Intervention?” His voice came out in nothing but a whisper as his gaze met the blonde man’s before him.

 "Intervention.“

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 [first name] pulled a lighter out of his pocket as he brought a cigarette up to his lips. He breathed in the addicting smell of the smoke, making him grin slightly. He had waited so long for this very moment. He had been craving a smoke for a while, yet due to some unpleasant circumstances -Hoseok stomping on his cigarettes- he had not been able to smoke. He sighed, content that he actually had a box without the broken bits and pieces of stepped on cigarettes.

 Once the cigarette was finished he flicked it down onto the ground, and smashed it with the heel of his shoe. He turned towards the apartment complex that he and his boyfriends lived at. The complex itself was rather small, probably containing twenty or so individual apartments. Each individual apartment consisted of two rooms -not including the kitchen, bathroom, or living room- making them rather spacious.

 He pushed himself off of the brick wall he had been leaning on, and walked over towards the main doors. He did not want to go back, especially because he had yelled at Hoseok. Yoongi was right. He had never yelled at the other man. Throughout the two years that the three had been together, not once had he yelled at the man. He felt bad that he had blown up so much, but he really needed those cigarettes.  He felt that if he did not have a smoke, than he couldn’t live.

 With a shaky hand he turned the doorknob and pushed open the door. Almost immediately words flew out of his mouth. "I’m so sorry Hobi. I didn-” He stopped talking once his eyes met a small note on the couch. He picked it up off of the blanket that it had been placed on, and read it silently. Slowly he placed the paper down, and picked up the small rose that had been placed so carefully next to it. He gave the flower a long sniff, enjoying its fragrance.

 "You could be smelling those instead of that awful smoke you always seem to like.“ Hoseok stated. He waved the other man to follow him as he turned away from the living room and walked down the hall. Rose petals littered the hallway floor, and the air smelt of the fresh fragrance of the red flowers.

 Once the two had reached the second bedroom they stopped in the doorway. Hoseok ushered the [hair color] haired man forward, as he continued to stand by the door.

​​​​ [first name] complied to the older mans gesture as he took a few steps into the room. All along the dresser sat roses and cigarettes. A lighter sat in between the two, leaving the man slightly puzzled.

 "You can choose whatever you want to do with them. You can take a smoke, or you can smell the rose. Hell, you can even surprise us and do something that we haven’t even thought that you would have done. The choice is yours.” Yoongi wrapped a pale hand around the other mans wrist. He pulled the other man forward, and stood him in front of the dresser. “Choose wisely.” He whispered as he took a seat on the bed; Hoseok joining him soon after.

 [first name] could feel the two mens gazes on the back of his head. He had no idea what to do. He so badly wanted to take a smoke, but somehow he didn’t think that it was right. With a shaky hand he reached out and took a hold of a cigarette, and with the other a rose. Slowly, he stuffed the cigarette into the rose. He continued to do so until each rose held a cigarette or two. Once finished, he picked up the lighter and lit each cigarette. He watched as they burned, mouth watering for just a little taste.

 "Come on [nickname].“ Yoongi waved the latter towards him. They both then lay on the bed, Hoseok joining them in their little cuddle fest. They each knew that it would be hard, but if each day had ended like today, then [first name] would never long for a cigarette again.

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