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"Goodnight Yoongi." Dohwan softly kisses the smaller's forehead and pets his hair.
"Make sure to take out your eyebrow piercing." Minho says.
Yoongi slips it off, nodding and getting comfortable on his bed, putting his arm under the pillow. Dohwan softly smiles at him, moving away from him. Minho had a small smile across his face, watching his husband be fatherly. They both finally left the room, closing the door behind.
Once they left, Yoongi immediately sat back up and pushed the blanket off. He went down on the floor and went on his knees, going under the bed to grab the box and slide it out. He picked it up and puts it on his bed, sitting back down. He curled up a soft smile, opening up the box.
His high-up socks, his skirts, his chokers, all his cute stuff that he kept throughout the years. Yoongi softly grabbed one of his chokers and lifted it up to his neck, putting it on with a smile across his face.
He moved his hand off the lock, touching the front of it. Feels like me, like home. Yoongi softly breaths, moving his hand off the choker. He looks down at his box and saw..his old phone. His smile disappears, brows curling. He slowly reaches down to grab it, picking it up and realizing it hasn't been plugged in.
Should I? He slowly glances at his charger that has his other phone is plugged in. No. Yoongi looks away and puts the phone back into the box. No. I can't turn it back on. I gave up on him I don't want him haunting me..sweetly. Yoongi gets back up and puts the box back under the bad.
Yoongi just reaches over to his own phone and goes over to call Hoseok, putting it up to his ear. Please pick up. Please pick up.
"Yo."
"Hey—Can I spend the night at your place?"
"You sure? I'm pretty high right now."
"At least you're not drunk. Just..please pick me up."
Hoseok sighs. "Fine. I'll put my shoes back on."
"Thank you."
Hoseok parked his car, getting out and Yoongi getting out too.
"How come you called?"
"I just wanted to sleep here tonight." Yoongi lied.
"Mkay. You can sleep in my bed. Unless you want to stay up and smoke with me." Hoseok says, opening the door and going back on the couch. "You usually call when you're stressed and need someone to talk to. You're stressed, aren't you?"
Yoongi closed the door behind him. "I am stressed."
"Then sleep won't help." Hoseok pats on the couch. "C'mon. Let's talk, buddy."
Yoongi bites the inside of his cheek, walking over to the couch and sitting down. Both of them wore pjs. Yoongi wore a solid color of grey. Hoseok had a throw on T-shirt and random pjs that go with a set.
"Want some?"
Yoongi fluttered his eyes, looking at him. "What?"
Hoseok held a joint in front of him, softly smiling. "C'mon, don't be pussy. Take a risk."
Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek, lifting his hand up to grab it. He weirdly looks at it, brows curled at it. Hoseok just chuckles and sits up from the couch, making another one for himself. Yoongi nervously puts it up to his lips, slowly inhaling the joint.
Yoongi immediately moved it away and started to cough.
Hoseok laughed. "It's strong, isn't it?"
"Wh-What's in this?"
"Marijuana, dummy." He nudged him. "You'll get used to it."
Yoongi gulped hard. "Y-You said..this make you relax..right?"
"Very. It's like you're drunk but more safer and relaxing, you know." Hoseok comments.
