Amaranthine was what Hoseok liked to describe the cold and mysterious Min Yoongi.

A deep purple-red that radiated beauty that was unfading.

Skin as pale as a porcelain doll

And eyes that knew of loneliness

His thin lips that could spew foul words at anytime

And an accent that almost felt close to home

He imagined what his smile would look like.

A smile so true that could compete against brightness of the sun

Or maybe, a smile so tragic that it seemed like storms in winter.

To Hoseok, it was comforting that he wasn’t alone.

He wasn’t the only one fighting against loneliness in a one-on-one battle.

And yet he wonders, when will this battle end?

“One café mocha for Min Yoongi?”

Yoongi’s eyes looked like it went through a funeral.

Or maybe it did.

“When does your shift end?”

Hoseok was surprised that Yoongi was actually interested in him.

“At One, why?”

“Let’s hang out”