Yoongi pov. 
                              It's been a month since I came back home from Gwangju and trust me when I say that it feels like a whole year. I missed him. And his lovely sister. We talked every day from early morning until midnight. I fell in love with him. Namjoon was making a fun of me because he's never seen me like this before. I'm happy, I truly am. But the distance between us is slowly killing me. He knows that. We both do. I know Hoseok can't buy them a train ticket because it's expensive for them so I offered them that I could pay it but that made him upset even more. He felt useless because he couldn't give her a happy childhood, he couldn't give her what she wanted. 
                              
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                              6:15 PM | hobihyung_: *attached picture* we miss you. :(
                              7:00 PM | Agust-D: you're the most handsome boy i've ever met you know that? 
                              7:01 PM | Agust-D: and i miss you too. 
                              7:05 PM | hobihyung_: i've never met a liar like you, yoongi. you know that? :)
                              7:07 PM | Agust-D: aish. you're unbelievable. 
                              7:08 PM | Agust-D: anyways what are you doing, pretty boy? :) 
                              7:11 PM | hobihyung_: preparing a dinner for us. and thinking of you 'cause it's japchae. 
                              7:15 PM | hobihyung_: and what are you doing, lazy ass?
                              7:17 PM | Agust-D: i miss your japchae. :(
                              7:18 PM | Agust-D: don't call me lazy ass!!! i'm still at the studio, working on a mixtape.
                              7:21 PM | Agust-D: would you give me your opinion? *sent audio*
                              7:23 PM | hobihyung_: yes, sure. 
                              7:27 PM | hobihyung_: are you trying to impress me by your tongue technology, yoongi? :D 
                              7:30 PM | Agust-D: you already know my tongue technology, baby.
                              7:32 PM | hobihyung_: you did not-
                              7:33 PM | Agust-D: yes i did.
                              7:33 PM | Agust-D: please tell me. what do you think about it?
                              7:35 PM | hobihyung_: well.
                              7:36 PM | Agust-D: well?
                              7:38 PM | hobihyung_: you know, it's not my cup of tea but it's good. it's really good. i'm proud of you.
                              7:40 PM | Agust-D: really? you like it? 
                              7:42 PM | hobihyung_: jesus christ min yoongi yes i do like it, okay? calm down.
                              7:43 PM | Agust-D: i have to tell you something.
                              7:45 PM | Agust-D: you're the first person who heard it. i mean first person who heard it out of studio. 
                              7:50 PM | hobihyung_: really? i feel special.
                              7:51 PM | Agust-D: you are.
                              7:52 PM | hobihyung_: stop, you're making me blush. 
                              7:52 PM | Agust-D: really, am i? :)
                              7:54 PM | hobihyung_: stop acting so innocent, min yoongi. 
                              7:56 PM | Agust-D: but you love me, don't you? i mean, who could resist this cute face? and my tongue technology? :D  
                              8:09 PM | hobihyung_: yes. yes, i do. 
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Fanfictionin which hoseok is depressed and suicidal person, who posts his thoughts online as hobihyung_ and yoongi is a rapper, who finds his profile one day in a ch and can't take his eyes off it. This is my first story so please be nice to me. Also, I apol...
 
                                               
                                               
                                                  