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"Show your humanity to actual human beings, Min Yoongi." he pauses, looking down. "I'm no human. You said that they called me the hollow. I don't even know how long it has been, I only count the times you come and spend time...that you could've spent by doing something meaningful."

Yoongi shakes his head. "Why do you not understand? Just because you're bound to stay here for their happiness, doesn't mean that you can be happy here too, right? But you're just accepting this like you're..."

He stops when the man walks to his table. He picks up the bowl with frail hands, reaching it out to Yoongi. "Take one."

Yoongi stares at him blankly, confusion written all over his face. He's never even spared a glance at anything Yoongi had brought for him before. It feels odd. But he still picks out a sweet, biting into a part of the soft delight. His eyes flicker to the man in front, who stares at the sweet that he gently holds, hesitant to eat it.

"It tastes a little sour at first," Yoongi adds. "Then it's sweet. Like fruits. They taste like fruits."

"I don't know what fruits taste like."

"Just try it."

He sniffs it a little, before taking a small bite. His expression is unreadable, mostly because of the lack of light. But there's enough to see each other's movements. He chews slowly, and Yoongi finds himself waiting for a reaction. He bought the delights from the finest shop in Utopia, there were no way these would taste bad. But he waits.

"So?" Yoongi breaks the silence when he swallows the last bit of the sweet.

"It's...it's good."

"Do you want to try out the rest?" he finds himself hopeful. There's a faint warmth that creeps its way to his cheeks.

"I think I might. Why don't you eat some too? There's plenty here."

Yoongi shakes his head, smiling. "I shouldn't devour presents that I solely brought for you."

He laughs quietly, this time, a little natural. Even though part of him knows that he only does it for Yoongi. It's a rare sight, to see his eyes shine in the darkest of hours. Suddenly Yoongi is grateful for the dimmed source of light, because even in the faintest gleam, he looks beautiful. The shade of his eyes, hair, even clothes are a mystery; but his skin is pale like snowflakes.