jung hoseok
i walked around his house, admiring all the colors.
he has an upstairs too, but i didn't go up yet.
the living room, it has pictures.
many pictures.
there's a picture of what i'm assuming is his family, and him as a child.
he was a cutie.
still is, though.
then there's this other picture of yoongi and five other guys.
i picked it up, looking at it.
"those are my friends." yoongi said from behind me, startling me. i nearly dropped the picture but caught it and placed it back where it was.
"d-did i startle you?" he asked in a panicking tone. "i-i'm sorry."
i turned to face him, and his expression had worry written all over it.
"it's alright." i told him with a slight smile.
yoongi took three steps forward.
he looked at me, then to the ground, then back to me.
"i-i have a q-question." yoongi started out.
"yes?"
"w-would you like to stay here?"
my eyes widened.
stay here?
in his home?
"i-i.. uh.. s-sure. i-i'll have to go back home.. t-to get clothes."
"i mean, you can stay over there if you want and then come here the next morning." yoongi tells me with a smile.
damn, how i love his smile..
wait– what am i thinking? i barely know the dude..
"o-okay." i whispered, smiling slightly.
why does he care so much? why does he trust me so much?
is it because he's been through this?
is it because he understands?
i gave him a smile, and walked closer to him.
i gave him a hug, while burying my head into his shoulder.
"t-thank you, yoongi."
i hear him chuckle, and felt his arms go around my waist.
"anytime, hoseok."
