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‘You probably want your scarf.’ Hoseok says, the wool fabric already in his hands.
Yoongi and Hoseok have been working together for the past five months. They’re- partners. Work partners. Hoseok is a new hire, compared to everyone else, and he was assigned as Yoongi’s partner right after he was accepted into the role. Yoongi is pretty much a senior in the role, but he’s kind, sweet. He’s nice. That’s not why Hoseok has Yoongi’s scarf, however. Well, it is and it isn’t.
Hoseok hosted a work dinner for all their team, to celebrate the launch of their new project – a new four-storey library. They don’t tend to work as a team, but this was a large project and it went well. Very well. Hoseok wanted to show that he is a good co-worker by hosting the dinner for everyone, and maybe solidifying some of connections he made with them.
Yoongi came too, obviously. He ate the dinner Hoseok made, said it tasted good even though it was probably lacking in salt and he helped him clean up after even Hoseok insisted that it wasn’t needed and he was the last one to leave. He hanged by the door on his way out and they had an awkward conversation because all the conversations between them that are not about work are awkward.
Yoongi eventually did leave, and when Hoseok tied up the living room, he noticed that Yoongi left his scarf on the couch. He didn't chase after him to return it because Yoongi was probably long gone by them and if the scarf was there, it meant Yoongi had to come back for it. Or maybe not, because Hoseok could always return it to him after work.
But Yoongi does come, the next day. A Sunday. He knocks on the door, and Hoseok makes sure to pick the scarf before answering, and he checked if his hair looked good and his shirt wasn’t wrinkled and the living room, which can be seen from the door, wasn’t messy before he opened the door.
And now Yoongi is before him, in his black coat, blond hair shimmering under the hall lights. A small shy smile graces his lips.
‘Yeah, you know,’ Yoongi says awkwardly, hands in his pockets and eyes turned to his feet, ‘I don’t have many scarves and it gets cold, so you know-’
‘Yeah.’ Hoseok says with a shy smile.
‘Yeah.’ Yoongi returns.
‘Well, here it is,’ Hoseok puts his hand out but then he decides to wrap the scarf around Yoongi’s neck. He fluffs it with his hands and Yoongi looks at him and he feels Yoongi looking at him and he does not dare to look back.
Hoseok steps back, regretting and fearing his sudden boldness and Yoongi continues looking at him, his cheeks seemingly redder than before.
‘Thanks.’
‘You’re welcome.’
A long silence.
‘I- I should probably go, since it’s Sunday and you- I don’t know, you probably have things to do.’
‘I mean, not really, I mean- I’m sure you’re busy but you know.’
‘Not really, I- I just- I do what people do on Sundays.’
Hoseok smiles, ‘What is that?’
‘Uh, you know, rest. Watch trash TV. That sort of thing.’
And Hoseok goes to ask him if they should grab coffee but then Yoongi says, eyes screwed shut as if he just jammed his elbow on the wall or stubbed his toe on the corner of the bed, ‘I should go.’
‘Oh, okay.’ Hoseok says, disappointment an ugly sting in his gut, ‘Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then.’
‘Yeah, see you.’
And Yoongi leaves, and Hoseok wishes he would forget his scarf all over again.