bottom hoseok || bts+hoseok

STARRY NIGHT UNDER THE CITY LIGHTS || knj+jhs

Hoseok looked out to the view of the city, his eyes brimming with tears. He wasn't a sad person, no, he was happy, but once the sun set, he would fall apart.

"You're crying again, Love," A voice lingered behind Hoseok, bringing a gust of wind behind him. Hoseok just nodded, watching the clumsy other sit next to him on the ledge of the building.

"I just― I just," Hoseok wants to explain, he really does. "Even after two thousand years you still can't explain?" Namjoon chuckles, side hugging Hoseok on the ledge.

"Once another two thousand years pass I still won't be able to," Hoseok breathily chuckles, tears still rolling down his cheeks. "How'd you know I would be out here?" Hoseok wonders, nuzzling at the crook of Namjoon's neck.

"I've been with you for two thousand years, Love," Namjoon laughs, kissing at Hoseok's forehead. "I know you, you find comfort at the night view, even if it makes you cry." He says, looking up out the stars and city lights.

"Peach is a good colour on you," Namjoon says, shifting so he could brush at Hoseok's peach hair. "Pink looked better on you," Hoseok shrugs, his now pale cheeks tint the same shade as his hair.

"Is it ever going to make a comeback?" He asks with a pout, his fangs poking out as he does so. Namjoon just chuckles, holding Hoseok's hand. "Maybe," Hoseok glances up at Namjoon.

"We still have millions of years to find out." Namjoon then finishes, causing Hoseok to huff. "Do you think they'd let you some sort of primary color?" Namjoon shrugs to Hoseok's question.

"I'm not sure, I think this blond is nice on me," Hoseok just nodded, watching the sun disappear and stars twinkle.

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