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for everyone: tell me (you're turning me into a song)
Title: tell me (you're turning me into a song)
Recipient: Everyone
Pairing: Yoongi/Hoseok
Rating: PG
Word count: 2.6k
Summary: Yoongi could see the breaks on people's spine and Hoseok needs to be loved.
Author's notes: a mending angel!au; greek mythology writing references and a lot of writer's slacking. I tried my best in writing this and I hope you like it.
Today, Yoongi must meet his 777th person.
The walk on the shore seems longer than it usually takes and at the corner of his mind, he thinks it will not be the same from here.
Today’s person is a guy with the name of Jung Hoseok, a striving real estate worker, makes friends with everyone in 0.3 seconds, has a beaming smile and a very attractive personality. Clearly a unicorn if he’d categorize it the way Jeongguk would. They’ve dealt with people like those, in a population of 8 billion; it’s not hard to find people of the same kind.
Yoongi finds his work place in the afternoon and easily spots #777 talking earnestly to a couple. A tall slender man, black hair, thin face and a sunshine kind of a smile. It’s hard to miss someone who smiles the way like that.
He makes himself feel casual inside the work area, looks at the models of the houses and the printed stationeries for the company”s project called Write Your Dream House To Someone You Love. He catches flyers from the table and keeps them on his pocket just in case he needs them to pass time later, and just in case Seokjin, one of his flat shared owners, decides to move out with Jimin and give him his peace of mind.
“Hello sir! Do you have any type of house you’d like to buy?”
And just like that, Hoseok, aka #777 comes up to him, smiling, eyes peeking at the same set of flyers Yoongi is holding inside his pants’ pocket.
“It seems like our new model Patroclus caught your eyes. Do you want to discuss further?” Hoseok is now looking at him, eyes filled with passion, waiting and maybe hoping that Yoongi would say yes, please discuss further.
“Patroclus?” But that’s what Yoongi tells him, dubious, confused and taken aback because he seriously hasn’t been looking at some house called Patroclus and Hoseok is still smiling at him. He’s waiting and smiling at Yoongi and he wonders if Hoseok placed ‘a smiling face’ in his job resume when he applied because goddamn.
Hoseok laughs a little before continuing. “You see sir, our company has released new models of condominiums inspired from greek gods and goddesses earlier this month. The interior of the condominiums is altered from the powers, stories and characteristics of each greek myth character they’re named after. Zeus, for example, is our most expensive unit, located at the top floor with a portion of the roof transparent to allow night sky watching. The one you’re looking at, Patroclus, is located at the 12th floor, right beside Achilles.” Hoseok stops for a moment to ask “You sir, are aware of the greek mythology right? Please tell me if we need to stop.” And when Yoongi nods and gestures for him to continue, Hoseok proceeds back to his narration. “As what I’ve said, Patroclus is right beside Achilles since they’re all like best friends. But what I think is that they’re secret lovers sharing their quiet love. It’s too bad they had to be in the Trojan war.” Hoseok is laughing now, a chuckle, soft and sincere, and if Yoongi thought his smile is sunshine, his laugh is the freaking sun. “I’m sorry sir, I know narrating is not a part of my job but I’m so emerged into these units, whoever thought of them is a genius.” But Yoongi didn’t mind though, didn’t mind standing in the middle of an enterprise listening to Hoseok talk. Yoongi didn’t mind at all.
“Are you interested in buying sir?” He stops laughing now and is only smiling at Yoongi still processing things in his mind, still thinking if Hoseok really is #777, and if he is then what must have went wrong with this beautiful person? Who must have wanted to tear that bright look in his eyes?
Yoongi thinks about the sea shells he collected this morning, he thinks about the sound of the waves calling out to him, time ticking like sand trapped in an hour glass. Yoongi thinks this is what it must have meant when he thought things will never be the same again.
“I’ll come back tomorrow.” He replies finally.
-
“Hyung you’re what?” Jeongguk asks dismissively, a cup of milk on his hands. Seokjin and Jimin are locked on their shared room for how long they decide to and it’s 4 in the morning, no one would be awake to listen to them now.
“I’m going back to Hoseok’s workplace tomorrow. Why do you seem so surprised?” Yoongi lies on the couch and closes his eyes as an attempt to sleep. It was a long day yet somehow sleep doesn’t come to his sense. For four in the morning with nothing but two hours of sleep from the night before, it’s too bright inside Yoongi’s mind.
Jeongguk settles on the floor beside him and tucks his knees close to his chest, making himself look like the baby that he is. “It’s just…” he says, whispering “not like you to do that thing.”
That’s true, Yoongi thinks. As a mending angel, Yoongi has never been the type to stick to his assigned person. At most, he just talks to them for maybe an hour, keeps an eye on them for days, and lets them figure their own shits out. ‘The only one who can fix their own problems is themselves.’ Yoongi has said to Jeongguk for a million times since he turned an official angel. A mending angel to be exact.
Mending angels like them don’t have powers to heal wounds nor return the dead back to the living. They’re only gifted with the ability to see the cracks on people’s spines – the ones that mark whenever things or people break people, when a world becomes nothing but brokenness. They blend in with the normal humans and other angels without doubt and they get assigned to a person at least 4 times in 2 months. Or less. Or more. There’s a lot to consider with that.
From those cracks formed inside people’s spine, mending angels try their best to save their assigned person’s light from coming out in all the wrong ways. They save lives in the most holy way there is to keep it simple. Most of them try to be friends with their assigned person, others like Jeongguk ended up being more than an angel to one of his patients. The rest have their own ways of going around.
Mending angels too, are expected to be warm and gentle. In that way they only attract goodness and in that goodness, they can hopefully help fix people’s cracks.
Yoongi was never the usual type, never been the kind to announce his intentions and goals, never tried going further as a friend. But even with being different, even with being less of how mending angels are, he has always been successful.
“You’ve always done your jobs this way, I can do the same thing.” He says, turning his back to convince Jeongguk he’s trying to sleep. He can’t sleep but he doesn’t want to make Jeongguk worry so he closes his eyes and makes a wish for the first time.
-
Yoongi does come back to Hoseok’s workplace the day after.
Mr.#777, Hoseok is yet again talking to potential buyers, eyes burning with intensity as he goes on to explaining the features of their new Greek myth inspired condominiums. From what Yoongi has read in Hoseok’s records, he has worked in 10 convenience stores while he was in high school., 7 times as a barista, thrice in a gasoline station and a couple of part times as a baby sitter. He was well, as noted in his records, a people person, got all 5 stars for it, and meant to be friendly and to love and be loved like all humans are. Yoongi would like to think things are the same inside Hoseok’s bones but he’s doubtful it’s anything close.
Hoseok does spot him right after he finishes talking to the potential buyers. “Mr. Yoongi!” he calls, a big smile covering his whole face. He definitely looks tired but he still smiles the same as he did the first time they saw each other. He still smiles like his heart is carved on the corners of his lips when he stretches them.
“Hello, got that couple to buy houses?” Yoongi greets, tries to smile at Hoseok with the same intensity, although it is admittedly hard when you haven’t tried it once.
Hoseok’s smile falters for a moment before he smiles and talks again. “I started talking about how Hades is actually a gentleman when the man said I needed to shut up. I’m thinking they’d buy a unit though so that’s fine, at least. I don’t just know what would the man say to the manager, it feels like it will result to a low point in my career.”
Mending angels would tell something that could warm a person’s heart, would give a soft smile and a convincing ‘Don’t worry, things will be fine.’ This is the conventional way of keeping people’s life going, a way of keeping the boats afloat. Yoongi should do that but this is what he knows: the sea is the vast warm body that he naturally has, the deep stories stored in the sea shells locked inside this bones. There’s a slow current before Hoseok sails his boat into his life, a silent trance before Yoongi’s world shifts, before things fall into different places.
Yoongi smiles at Hoseok looking diminished and exhausted. “Fuck them.” He says, different but all the same with the typical I love you’s and I’m sorry’s, different but convincing, different but feels all kinds of warm. “Greek mythology is cool and if they think otherwise then don’t give a shit about them.”
There is another story he knows: when Yoongi walks to the shore, he leaves all his stories behind, lets the waves crash into stones and into one another to keep its current – this is the only way Yoongi knows how to lose himself. Seconds after, the waves return back to the shore again, this time with starfish and seashells on its back, a moment when Yoongi knows he’s appreciated.
Things are not the same now though. Now he’s on land, inside an enterprise and someone is beaming at him, someone is putting a hand on his shoulder telling him ‘I shall take you to Patroclus.’ , something is curling up inside the waters on his body telling him ‘yes thank you I appreciate it.’
Hoseok unlocks the door 12P and lets Yoongi in. Patroclus is a big unit with an armor styled ceiling, a sculpture of hands holding arms welcomes them as they enter, just like Hoseok has said on the elevator on their way up. “Well here it is sir, what do you think?” Hoseok runs his fingers to the painting and looks at Yoongi. “I’d buy it in a heartbeat if I had an Achilles to live next to me because then, the Iliad will not be put into vain.”
Yoongi smiles at Hoseok and looks further into the room, sees the booklets laid neatly on the table. The first one is a Patroclus booklet, followed by a whole guide to Greek Mythology with illustrations. “Your dedication to this myth theme is so endearing.” The last booklet covers up the hotel room food and he hears the grumble in Hoseok’s stomach, he smiles to himself. “What’s your favorite?”
Hoseok is drawn to the mini figurine of Achilles and Patroclus that it gets him a little while before he answers. “Favorite greek myth?” And then his stomach grumbles again but he continues to pretend it didn’t just do that. He begins telling how hard of a question that is when Yoongi shakes his head and asks “What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”
-
Yoongi doesn’t come back the next day. They’ve ended up eating ramyeon and ice creams on the convenience store across Hoseok’s workplace, stopped calling themselves with formalities and walked off together to the subway station. Hoseok has said something about visiting the Zeus unit two days after if he wants to before he left and Yoongi, uncharacteristically said ‘Yes, I’d love to’ in an almost too happy tone he only does when he’s playing with Jeongguk.
Jeongguk comes back at midnight of the same day and Yoongi is the first to ask a question. “Went to see Taehyung?”
Jeongguk smiles and nods. “We watched movies at his apartment.” He adds, only little of what they really did because Yoongi has never really asked further before and Jeongguk knows he wouldn’t. “How did your day go?”
When Jeongguk had Taehyung as his assigned person, Jeongguk barely went home. He’d go back to shower and change his clothes and that’s it. Jeongguk told him it was a lot different, that he needed to be there for him and that he wanted to. He asked if Yoongi had ever felt like that and Yoongi just shrugged, said he leaves too soon to know. This time, with Hoseok, Yoongi thinks he’s close to understanding how it felt when Jeongguk and Taehyung first met.
“How did you do it with him?” Yoongi asks, staring between the gaps that separate the floor from the carpet. He wants to know what lies behind the spaces. He wants to know that.
Jeongguk is surprised but he settles to the couch beside Yoongi. “The counselor said to our batch before that the way to love someone is to tightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack and then gently pour your love into it.*” Jeongguk pauses and smiles, a warm one that makes him look more of an angel than a child. “Our only ability is to see the cracks. We don’t know how they happened and who contributed for it to happen, but we have the advantage of seeing where the cracks are. I know you don’t do it like what we do, but we try to make them our friends, or at least an acquaintance. You just can’t save someone who doesn’t let you to, that’s what we think. So we try to know the things that make them happy, make them feel light. Then slowly, we start doing those things not just because it’s our mission, we start to them because we wanted to save our person. We start to pour out our gentleness into those cracks that they have and hope to them feel better, happier. That’s the most mending angels can do.”
There’s a part in Patroclus booklet that teaches people how to be tender. Yoongi is silent the whole time Jeongguk was talking. He is thinking about the grumble inside his stomach. Not the same kind as Hoseok’s but with water twirling around again and again and he thinks he understands what Jeongguk is not saying when he remembers the last digits of Hoseok’s phone number. But before he could say something, Jeongguk speaks again. “Do you want to make him happy?”
-
The first thing Yoongi does when he wakes up is to look for the flyer that he kept in his pocket the day he met #777. It takes him a couple of hours before he’s come up with something he feels comfortable with. He writes ‘What do you think about being next door neighbours?’ Only that. A question he won’t even give Hoseok later when they meet, a flyer he’d keep in his pockets until it’s ready. It’s terrifying but the sound the shores give to him has always been like that and it took him this long to realize what they had meant.
Hoseok is talking to his manager when Yoongi came but as soon as he finishes, he meets Yoongi and smiles, beaming and attractive, a torn up unicorn but unicorn all the same.
“Hi Yoongi!”
Hello I like your smile. Yoongi says in his mind and then says it outloud. Yoongi knows things will never be the same from here yet he wants to try.
Recipient: Everyone
Pairing: Yoongi/Hoseok
Rating: PG
Word count: 2.6k
Summary: Yoongi could see the breaks on people's spine and Hoseok needs to be loved.
Author's notes: a mending angel!au; greek mythology writing references and a lot of writer's slacking. I tried my best in writing this and I hope you like it.
Today, Yoongi must meet his 777th person.
The walk on the shore seems longer than it usually takes and at the corner of his mind, he thinks it will not be the same from here.
Today’s person is a guy with the name of Jung Hoseok, a striving real estate worker, makes friends with everyone in 0.3 seconds, has a beaming smile and a very attractive personality. Clearly a unicorn if he’d categorize it the way Jeongguk would. They’ve dealt with people like those, in a population of 8 billion; it’s not hard to find people of the same kind.
Yoongi finds his work place in the afternoon and easily spots #777 talking earnestly to a couple. A tall slender man, black hair, thin face and a sunshine kind of a smile. It’s hard to miss someone who smiles the way like that.
He makes himself feel casual inside the work area, looks at the models of the houses and the printed stationeries for the company”s project called Write Your Dream House To Someone You Love. He catches flyers from the table and keeps them on his pocket just in case he needs them to pass time later, and just in case Seokjin, one of his flat shared owners, decides to move out with Jimin and give him his peace of mind.
“Hello sir! Do you have any type of house you’d like to buy?”
And just like that, Hoseok, aka #777 comes up to him, smiling, eyes peeking at the same set of flyers Yoongi is holding inside his pants’ pocket.
“It seems like our new model Patroclus caught your eyes. Do you want to discuss further?” Hoseok is now looking at him, eyes filled with passion, waiting and maybe hoping that Yoongi would say yes, please discuss further.
“Patroclus?” But that’s what Yoongi tells him, dubious, confused and taken aback because he seriously hasn’t been looking at some house called Patroclus and Hoseok is still smiling at him. He’s waiting and smiling at Yoongi and he wonders if Hoseok placed ‘a smiling face’ in his job resume when he applied because goddamn.
Hoseok laughs a little before continuing. “You see sir, our company has released new models of condominiums inspired from greek gods and goddesses earlier this month. The interior of the condominiums is altered from the powers, stories and characteristics of each greek myth character they’re named after. Zeus, for example, is our most expensive unit, located at the top floor with a portion of the roof transparent to allow night sky watching. The one you’re looking at, Patroclus, is located at the 12th floor, right beside Achilles.” Hoseok stops for a moment to ask “You sir, are aware of the greek mythology right? Please tell me if we need to stop.” And when Yoongi nods and gestures for him to continue, Hoseok proceeds back to his narration. “As what I’ve said, Patroclus is right beside Achilles since they’re all like best friends. But what I think is that they’re secret lovers sharing their quiet love. It’s too bad they had to be in the Trojan war.” Hoseok is laughing now, a chuckle, soft and sincere, and if Yoongi thought his smile is sunshine, his laugh is the freaking sun. “I’m sorry sir, I know narrating is not a part of my job but I’m so emerged into these units, whoever thought of them is a genius.” But Yoongi didn’t mind though, didn’t mind standing in the middle of an enterprise listening to Hoseok talk. Yoongi didn’t mind at all.
“Are you interested in buying sir?” He stops laughing now and is only smiling at Yoongi still processing things in his mind, still thinking if Hoseok really is #777, and if he is then what must have went wrong with this beautiful person? Who must have wanted to tear that bright look in his eyes?
Yoongi thinks about the sea shells he collected this morning, he thinks about the sound of the waves calling out to him, time ticking like sand trapped in an hour glass. Yoongi thinks this is what it must have meant when he thought things will never be the same again.
“I’ll come back tomorrow.” He replies finally.
-
“Hyung you’re what?” Jeongguk asks dismissively, a cup of milk on his hands. Seokjin and Jimin are locked on their shared room for how long they decide to and it’s 4 in the morning, no one would be awake to listen to them now.
“I’m going back to Hoseok’s workplace tomorrow. Why do you seem so surprised?” Yoongi lies on the couch and closes his eyes as an attempt to sleep. It was a long day yet somehow sleep doesn’t come to his sense. For four in the morning with nothing but two hours of sleep from the night before, it’s too bright inside Yoongi’s mind.
Jeongguk settles on the floor beside him and tucks his knees close to his chest, making himself look like the baby that he is. “It’s just…” he says, whispering “not like you to do that thing.”
That’s true, Yoongi thinks. As a mending angel, Yoongi has never been the type to stick to his assigned person. At most, he just talks to them for maybe an hour, keeps an eye on them for days, and lets them figure their own shits out. ‘The only one who can fix their own problems is themselves.’ Yoongi has said to Jeongguk for a million times since he turned an official angel. A mending angel to be exact.
Mending angels like them don’t have powers to heal wounds nor return the dead back to the living. They’re only gifted with the ability to see the cracks on people’s spines – the ones that mark whenever things or people break people, when a world becomes nothing but brokenness. They blend in with the normal humans and other angels without doubt and they get assigned to a person at least 4 times in 2 months. Or less. Or more. There’s a lot to consider with that.
From those cracks formed inside people’s spine, mending angels try their best to save their assigned person’s light from coming out in all the wrong ways. They save lives in the most holy way there is to keep it simple. Most of them try to be friends with their assigned person, others like Jeongguk ended up being more than an angel to one of his patients. The rest have their own ways of going around.
Mending angels too, are expected to be warm and gentle. In that way they only attract goodness and in that goodness, they can hopefully help fix people’s cracks.
Yoongi was never the usual type, never been the kind to announce his intentions and goals, never tried going further as a friend. But even with being different, even with being less of how mending angels are, he has always been successful.
“You’ve always done your jobs this way, I can do the same thing.” He says, turning his back to convince Jeongguk he’s trying to sleep. He can’t sleep but he doesn’t want to make Jeongguk worry so he closes his eyes and makes a wish for the first time.
-
Yoongi does come back to Hoseok’s workplace the day after.
Mr.#777, Hoseok is yet again talking to potential buyers, eyes burning with intensity as he goes on to explaining the features of their new Greek myth inspired condominiums. From what Yoongi has read in Hoseok’s records, he has worked in 10 convenience stores while he was in high school., 7 times as a barista, thrice in a gasoline station and a couple of part times as a baby sitter. He was well, as noted in his records, a people person, got all 5 stars for it, and meant to be friendly and to love and be loved like all humans are. Yoongi would like to think things are the same inside Hoseok’s bones but he’s doubtful it’s anything close.
Hoseok does spot him right after he finishes talking to the potential buyers. “Mr. Yoongi!” he calls, a big smile covering his whole face. He definitely looks tired but he still smiles the same as he did the first time they saw each other. He still smiles like his heart is carved on the corners of his lips when he stretches them.
“Hello, got that couple to buy houses?” Yoongi greets, tries to smile at Hoseok with the same intensity, although it is admittedly hard when you haven’t tried it once.
Hoseok’s smile falters for a moment before he smiles and talks again. “I started talking about how Hades is actually a gentleman when the man said I needed to shut up. I’m thinking they’d buy a unit though so that’s fine, at least. I don’t just know what would the man say to the manager, it feels like it will result to a low point in my career.”
Mending angels would tell something that could warm a person’s heart, would give a soft smile and a convincing ‘Don’t worry, things will be fine.’ This is the conventional way of keeping people’s life going, a way of keeping the boats afloat. Yoongi should do that but this is what he knows: the sea is the vast warm body that he naturally has, the deep stories stored in the sea shells locked inside this bones. There’s a slow current before Hoseok sails his boat into his life, a silent trance before Yoongi’s world shifts, before things fall into different places.
Yoongi smiles at Hoseok looking diminished and exhausted. “Fuck them.” He says, different but all the same with the typical I love you’s and I’m sorry’s, different but convincing, different but feels all kinds of warm. “Greek mythology is cool and if they think otherwise then don’t give a shit about them.”
There is another story he knows: when Yoongi walks to the shore, he leaves all his stories behind, lets the waves crash into stones and into one another to keep its current – this is the only way Yoongi knows how to lose himself. Seconds after, the waves return back to the shore again, this time with starfish and seashells on its back, a moment when Yoongi knows he’s appreciated.
Things are not the same now though. Now he’s on land, inside an enterprise and someone is beaming at him, someone is putting a hand on his shoulder telling him ‘I shall take you to Patroclus.’ , something is curling up inside the waters on his body telling him ‘yes thank you I appreciate it.’
Hoseok unlocks the door 12P and lets Yoongi in. Patroclus is a big unit with an armor styled ceiling, a sculpture of hands holding arms welcomes them as they enter, just like Hoseok has said on the elevator on their way up. “Well here it is sir, what do you think?” Hoseok runs his fingers to the painting and looks at Yoongi. “I’d buy it in a heartbeat if I had an Achilles to live next to me because then, the Iliad will not be put into vain.”
Yoongi smiles at Hoseok and looks further into the room, sees the booklets laid neatly on the table. The first one is a Patroclus booklet, followed by a whole guide to Greek Mythology with illustrations. “Your dedication to this myth theme is so endearing.” The last booklet covers up the hotel room food and he hears the grumble in Hoseok’s stomach, he smiles to himself. “What’s your favorite?”
Hoseok is drawn to the mini figurine of Achilles and Patroclus that it gets him a little while before he answers. “Favorite greek myth?” And then his stomach grumbles again but he continues to pretend it didn’t just do that. He begins telling how hard of a question that is when Yoongi shakes his head and asks “What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”
-
Yoongi doesn’t come back the next day. They’ve ended up eating ramyeon and ice creams on the convenience store across Hoseok’s workplace, stopped calling themselves with formalities and walked off together to the subway station. Hoseok has said something about visiting the Zeus unit two days after if he wants to before he left and Yoongi, uncharacteristically said ‘Yes, I’d love to’ in an almost too happy tone he only does when he’s playing with Jeongguk.
Jeongguk comes back at midnight of the same day and Yoongi is the first to ask a question. “Went to see Taehyung?”
Jeongguk smiles and nods. “We watched movies at his apartment.” He adds, only little of what they really did because Yoongi has never really asked further before and Jeongguk knows he wouldn’t. “How did your day go?”
When Jeongguk had Taehyung as his assigned person, Jeongguk barely went home. He’d go back to shower and change his clothes and that’s it. Jeongguk told him it was a lot different, that he needed to be there for him and that he wanted to. He asked if Yoongi had ever felt like that and Yoongi just shrugged, said he leaves too soon to know. This time, with Hoseok, Yoongi thinks he’s close to understanding how it felt when Jeongguk and Taehyung first met.
“How did you do it with him?” Yoongi asks, staring between the gaps that separate the floor from the carpet. He wants to know what lies behind the spaces. He wants to know that.
Jeongguk is surprised but he settles to the couch beside Yoongi. “The counselor said to our batch before that the way to love someone is to tightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack and then gently pour your love into it.*” Jeongguk pauses and smiles, a warm one that makes him look more of an angel than a child. “Our only ability is to see the cracks. We don’t know how they happened and who contributed for it to happen, but we have the advantage of seeing where the cracks are. I know you don’t do it like what we do, but we try to make them our friends, or at least an acquaintance. You just can’t save someone who doesn’t let you to, that’s what we think. So we try to know the things that make them happy, make them feel light. Then slowly, we start doing those things not just because it’s our mission, we start to them because we wanted to save our person. We start to pour out our gentleness into those cracks that they have and hope to them feel better, happier. That’s the most mending angels can do.”
There’s a part in Patroclus booklet that teaches people how to be tender. Yoongi is silent the whole time Jeongguk was talking. He is thinking about the grumble inside his stomach. Not the same kind as Hoseok’s but with water twirling around again and again and he thinks he understands what Jeongguk is not saying when he remembers the last digits of Hoseok’s phone number. But before he could say something, Jeongguk speaks again. “Do you want to make him happy?”
-
The first thing Yoongi does when he wakes up is to look for the flyer that he kept in his pocket the day he met #777. It takes him a couple of hours before he’s come up with something he feels comfortable with. He writes ‘What do you think about being next door neighbours?’ Only that. A question he won’t even give Hoseok later when they meet, a flyer he’d keep in his pockets until it’s ready. It’s terrifying but the sound the shores give to him has always been like that and it took him this long to realize what they had meant.
Hoseok is talking to his manager when Yoongi came but as soon as he finishes, he meets Yoongi and smiles, beaming and attractive, a torn up unicorn but unicorn all the same.
“Hi Yoongi!”
Hello I like your smile. Yoongi says in his mind and then says it outloud. Yoongi knows things will never be the same from here yet he wants to try.
The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into it." - Keith Miller
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