In the blink of an eye, it was one a.m, and Yoongi was still at his desk, trying to put thoughts down on paper as they swirled neverendingly through his mind, just out of reach.
Yoongi wants to write a song, but not just a rap like all of their fans have come to expect from him, 'Agust D', but something slightly more personal to him, something like 'First Love'.
The biggest obstacle, of course, being inspiration. He has no idea what the fuck to write about.
Even though the past month has been overwhelming between the incident and the other member's (albeit) avoiding actions towards him, his mind stays blank as he tries to work through the bare desert that feels like his mind, searching for half decent lyrics like it's life saving water.
A quick knock snaps Yoongi out of his thoughts.
Irritation spreads throughout his body quickly, and without turning his swivel chair Yoongi curtly announces "Come in,"
Yoongi doesn't know who he expected to open the door gingerly, peeking it open like he's not sure if he's allowed in his 'sacred' area; but when Jung Hoseok himself passes the threshold from safety, past Yoongi's 'Go Away' mat, into the Genius Lab thick with the fog of pondering thoughts, wearing an old, over-sized hoodie and big, fluffy pants Yoongi feels his heart flutter and pulsate, his mouth being sown shut by embarrassment and shock.
Two steaming cups occupy his hands, and he's wearing a wide, heart-shaped smile despite the noticeable bags sagging under his bright eyes.
"Hello, Hyung! working hard?" Yoongi glances from his blank piece of torn notebook paper (besides small doodle of his cookie character, Shooky, and tiny messy hearts) to Hoseok's warm smile.
"O-Of course," Yoongi crumples the paper and turns his attention towards Hoseok's welcoming aura. Hoseok shuffles forward carefully, handing him the steaming cup of hot chocolate topped off with whipped cream.
Yoongi sighs happily, wrapping his cold fingers hungrily around the hot cup, "Aish, thank you Hope-ah"
Hoseok beams from the praise, sitting close by on a plush coach, cross-legged with his own cup of warmth.
"How are you feeling, Hyung?" Hoseok sips quietly while Yoongi thinks about the thousands of ways he could respond.
His first instinct is to lie and brush him off, like he has in the past, muttering a simple "I'm fine", but one glance at Hoseok's relaxed posture and the way he eagerly listens to the next words that he chooses to come out of him mouth sends the words rushing to the surface again, wanting to spill out; every doubt, fear , and worry pushs against his teeth, begging to finally be set free after being trapped for a month, bottled up and ready to explode.
And so, in a way, he does.
Trying to keep his usually calm and collected demeanor, Yoongi's eyes wander off to stare at the door, almost begging for someone to intervene so he doesn't have to spill everything.
He replies "Do you want the truth, or secretive, fake answers?"
Hoseok almost hesitates, instead saying with a shaky inhale, "The truth please"
A/N- I was gonna type more but then I realized it's almost one a.m and I have school tomorrow oof
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