homeless ; yoonseok

five ; reflection

the train ride here was nice, he said.

of course it was nice, hoseok, you're on a train and every single stop is a small success. even this one is. for you or for me, i'm not sure. the success is for both of us, i could say. you've learnt how to rap and have little space for improvement, but so much for evolving.

his head is on my chest, his leg sprawled over mine, his arms holding me close to him. my own hand was running through his back, as if writing an unspoken promise telling him i'd always be here, no matter what happened to him.
"hobi, it's late now, you should head back," i whisper, unwilling to break the comfortable silence we had.
"let me stay a little longer." he moved his head so that it was snuggled in the crook of my neck, his lips pressing soft kisses as if writing an extra plea on my skin.
"darling, you've said this too many times and each time you return you start complaining about how you get yelled at because you get back to the dorms too late at night." he perks his head up, his eyes meeting mine as he has a guilty pout on his face. but his face lit up, the signature heart smile of his on his face once again at my words: "you can stay longer next time, alright?"

but despite his content nodding and soft promise, the request was never met.

i have been waiting a day too long for my jung hoseok to greet me with an excited grin on his face, get me to feed back on his growing rapping skills and then bury me under a blanket of cuddles and soft kisses. i began to miss the giggles that followed a strange joke or a crude remark.

i, the unfortunate min yoongi, find myself missing jung hoseok once again.