Heartstrings

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(cr. to ciocii on dA for the fanart, love you boo~)

Yoongi had never been particularly good at expressing himself. Through music, he showed the world a side of himself he had kept hidden in the shadows cast by the harsh light of stardom that, while at first had been a gentle glow, had become a glare that concealed any and all darkness that could be used against him.

It shone brightly on the smile he sent his fans and the lyrics he rapped, but blocked out his past, dazzling you before you could properly lay your eyes upon it.

He had let some shadows seep through into his lyrics, recounting how things had not always been as easy as they now seemed, but even that was not quite true anymore. Though he no longer struggled to support himself financially, the stress and pressure had eventually taken its toll, his carefully built walls cracking and the cloth he covered his secrets with had begun to tear at the seams.

It was Hoseok that had helped him stitch it back together. It was Hoseok that had helped him fill the cracks with cement, pulling at his cheeks until his forced smiles became genuine and his eyes sparkle as they once had.

Of course, the others had certainly helped. Namjoon gently listened to his concerns and always said the right things at the right time, Taehyung brought laughter to his lips, Jimin and Jungkook patiently helping him through times when everything got a little too much, and Jin constantly checked on him, making sure he was taking proper care of himself, bringing food up to his room whenever he forgot to come down from his recording room, gently scolding him with carefully-chosen words.

Yes, everyone had helped in their own way, but none as much as Hoseok.

Since the beginning, Hoseok had always stood out, even among the other members. His smile had captured Yoongi's attention, his actions were large and mirrored his emotions perfectly. At first, it seemed as though he found it near impossible to hide how he felt when his eyes gave so much away.

Though it may have been his smile that Yoongi first noticed, it was also the shadow of an emotion passing over his face when he first introduced himself to the members.

Longing.

It was only later that Yoongi learnt of his situation at home, how he never felt as though he belonged and did all he could to impress a father that never seemed to care.

Yoongi took longer to open up, but while his own mixtape was in the process of being created, he had finally told Hoseok of his past, brought nearly to tears as his fellow member rubbed a comforting hand in circles on his back, delicately tugging him back to reality with soothing words and gentle touches.

It wasn't long after that when Yoongi's mind turned to darker places, places he knew shouldn't exist, even within the darkest recesses of his broken mind.

He recorded another song with help from the other members. He had never sung before, remaining in his comfort zone as harsh lyrics tumbled from his mouth, secrets slipping from his lips in the form of intense raps that showcased his best abilities. He knew his singing was mediocre at best, but he felt as if he owed the other boy something after all he had done for him, and so he approached the other members, including Namjoon, who all had experience in this matter.

It had taken some time to find his voice, pushing boundaries in order to finish by the deadline he had never intended to meet. Though the vocalists had more experience, even Namjoon had good advice since his voice mirrored Yoongi's the best, deep and gravelly with a soft baritone and rough lyrics. It was a completely new style to what he was used to, but it somehow fitted. His voice mixed with the beat perfectly, notes dripping from his lips in a sweet baritone he didn't know existed before this moment. You could hear the passion laced into his words, and while the others had teased him about it at first, they soon fell into awe at how differently his voice was compared to their previous expectations.

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