so far away | yoonkook

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"so you're leaving?"

yoongi nods, doesn't cut the silence that dangles in the air. he holds back the small 'yeah' that begs to leave his lips and keeps his responses short.

hoseok sits on a swivel chair near yoongi's desk, twirling one of yoongi's pens with his finger. he's gotten around to perfecting how to get through yoongi's bedroom window without startling any of their neighbors or yoongi's parents downstairs. he knows how to get in and out now, since he's seen yoongi done it many times before.

and it kind of saddens hoseok that he might not be able to see yoongi do it again or see yoongi at all when the guy's already set to run away.

hoseok just arrived at the last second, right when yoongi had stuffed all his composition notebooks and three of his sweaters (the navy blue being hoseok's favorite one on him) in his dad's hiking backpack with the last of his savings budged into his wallet and the blanket he saved from his grandmother's house tucked away in the bottom as well.

"and nothing's gonna change your mind?" hoseok continues to toy with the pen using his fingers. he's just worrying the damn thing to keep himself busy. he's anxious—more with the fact that he doesn't know what'll happen to yoongi and less with the fact that loneliness might find once yoongi's gone.

he wants to ask if yoongi had packed any canned food with him, or water, or extra pairs of socks, or a flashlight, a lighter, a swiss knife, toiletry, even a pack of gum. hoseok doesn't want to ask him where he's going, doesn't want to delve even further but at the same time he really, really does.

"I'm not going to the army. don't worry about me," yoongi says, shrugging his backpack on. he nearly topples to one side, later realizing how much weight he'd put into the bag but instantly reels himself upright. it didn't seem like a few journals and articles of clothing would be that heavy. or maybe he's just gotten lighter. maybe.

"don't give me that look." his brows crinkle at hoseok, though he's not exactly mad. he owed a lot to the guy. he knew that. yoongi just hated it when people were concerned. he feels he doesn't deserve it and it makes him guilty that he couldn't accept it when he knows it's kind of inevitable for hoseok to feel this way.

"but this is it? you're going and you might not come back?"

yoongi nods again.

"might." he stares at his sock clad feet. he hears hoseok standing up. he lifts his head to face him.

hoseok stations near the window and holds onto the clutch, "I can't watch you go."

"then don't," yoongi utters rather bitterly. and he immediately spites himself for it.

hoseok brings his head down, nodding as if noting something to himself.

"see you later, yoongi," he says, pulling on the clutch and pushing the window back.

"see you later," yoongi replies when hoseok leaves. he doesn't close the window once he's out.

with that, yoongi might never close it just because it was hoseok's palm that last held the clutch.

yoongi's greeted by the cool autumn breeze that enters between his curtains and tousles his hair, fanning the blonde to the side and revealing the brown underneath.

he watches as the gust causes the sticky notes on his walls to dance.

he slips into his shoes and makes it a point to do a double knot on the laces, just in case he'd be walking for lengthier durations.

he concludes that disappearing should yield both an awful and wonderful kind of feeling.

see you later, he tells no one in particular. he's leaving everyone and everything behind anyways.