comfort ⇒ hoseok

II

I visited each day after that. It was selfish of me, but I wanted to become closer to him. I wanted to be the one he comes to for comfort and confides with - even if he didn't speak to me.

I knew I had to be patient.

I heard the doorbell ring and followed behind Hoseok. We were greeted by Namjoon and Seokjin, who carried some food with them into the house. It was strange, he wasn't talking to me but he managed to hold a conversation with the two boys. I excused myself to go to Hoseok's room. It was best to not question him, after all he was going through a hard time. I reassured myself that he maybe just needed people of the same gender to talk with, and then he'd eventually open up to me. Yeah. Maybe it was that.

Aimlessly walking around his room, I stumbled upon a photograph. A small smile graced my face. I remember that day.

We were in Jeju Island last year as we all had a break around that time. Hoseok and I were messing around in a field of yellow, running and laughing. Taehyung had snapped a photo of the both of us enveloped in the canola flowers. It was very sunny that day, but the sun couldn't compare to Hoseok's warm smile.

It was hard to imagine that smile now. I assumed that Namjoon and Seokjin left since Hoseok had entered the room without a hint of joy evident on his face. My full attention was on him now, my concern growing. His bottom lip wobbled and his deep brown eyes were glassy, but he did not cry. He gave out a sigh and curled up in his bed.

"Goodnight, Y/N." Hoseok had said just above a whisper.

"Goodnight, Hoseok." He was already fast asleep.