Burning Wings | Yoonseok

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POV: Hoseok
He buried his face into my chest, weeping uncontrollably as the piano piece played on loop. I comforted him, giving him a warm embrace as he poured himself out.

The piece hit him real hard.

"Mate... is he okay?" Namjoon whispered, but I shook my head, gesturing him to leave Yoongi alone. The two of them nodded, and started unpacking quietly.

Yoongi was now crawled into my top bunk, knees buried in his chest and his face on top, stifling a few cries every now and then.

"You okay, Yoongi?" I asked from the little stairs to the bunk. "Are you feeling any better? I'm sorry that piece kinda... hit your feels."

"It's fine," he mumbled back. "I-I'm okay now... don't worry."

I've barely known this guy a day, yet I was already feeling emotionally attached to him. I felt the constant need to protect him, as if he would break down at any moment. As if his whole world would come tumbling down after one wrong thing.

I had to be there for him.

I put my phone away to charge, but still left the music on so that Yoongi could perhaps fall asleep to it. Maybe, it was comforting for him to listen to it.

He stayed silent for hours, sniffing through his blocked nose, and staring at the white ceiling with his red, bloodshot eyes. He was still in my bed, but that was okay.

As long as he was okay, I'm fine.

"Wow..." he choked out. "I'm such a pathetic person..." he scoffed. "Day one, and I'm already broken... don't mind me."

"Stop it. You're not a pathetic person, okay?" I frowned, climbing up the little staircase.

"Oh, shit. This is your bed, isn't it? Sorry... jeez, I'm such a wreck. I'll get out now," he tried to get up, but I stopped him before he could even sit up. "I feel like a stupid baby, needing constant care and attention," he huffed. "Ugh, I'll get out now..." he muttered once more, but I shook my head.

"Come on, Yoongi," I said gently. "You don't need to hide from me... you're shaking, see?" I saw him shivering. "You can sleep with me tonight, okay? Or any day, to be honest. I just want you to feel safer." I smiled weakly.

I pulled up the covers, as he moved up to make some space for me. I felt my warm body make contact with his freezing, cold skin.

"Are you cold?" I asked. "Is this warm enough for you?" I threw the duvet on. It was midsummer, but it was still cold, regardless.

"I'm fine... thanks," he whispered, shifting his body sideways so that he could see me. "You don't have to do this."

"Well, I want to, okay?"

"You barely know me. I'm just a complete stranger to you."

"But you mean so much more than that to me."

The yt media tagged above is the piano piece that was being mentioned these past 2 chapters, and I've actually had this on repeat myself for an hour now

It really sounds magical to me, and if u read my ongoing jinmin fic as well, you will know that this piece kinda fucked with my mind a bit

It's called 'Almost gone (solo piano)' by The Beards and it's really just a loop of about 30 seconds going over and over again but I suggest that you close your eyes and give it a listen

I actually learnt this from ear on the piano since there is no sheet music to this but to me, it sounds like life in a nutshell