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Just like old times, the three boys gladly waste the rest of their day wrapped in blankets as they watched movies and ate all sorts of snacks, occasionally pausing the film to refill their bowls or bring more pillows to snuggle against. After, they stayed on the couch and did nothing but talk, reminiscing about old memories that left them crying in laughter.
All the while, Hoseok chuckled along with his two friends. As he listened to them talk he memorized the familiar rectangular box and gummy smiles to the best of his ability, trying to engrave their joyous faces into his mind, knowing very well that this could possibly be the last time he'd see them like this.
Although the tears that ran down his friend's faces were from pure glee, Hoseok's were of internal sorrow and nostalgia. He put a smile on his face and tried to fit in, but he found very quickly that no matter what he did, the ache in his heart was inescapable. He felt terrible, his friends were doing their best so why couldn't he try for them too? Yet the question that played over and over again in his head was:
What will they think of me when I finally kill myself?
It isn't until soft moonlight begins to peek through the windows that the three decide to finally go in Taehyung's room. They lie down with Hoseok sandwiched in the middle. Within seconds, Taehyung's soft breathing and the purring vibrations of the air conditioner were the only sounds evident in the room.
Hoseok stares at the ceiling in thought before shifting slightly to face Yoongi (a hard task because Taehyung was nuzzled into his side). He stares at Yoongi's delicate features and exhales deeply, observing the way his breath causes the hairs on his friend's forehead to rustle a bit.
"Yoongi." He finally whispers.
For a second, Hoseok assumes that he isn't going to move. Yoongi loves to sleep after all, and anyone that dared to wake him up would immediately receive death glares and a string of profanities. But to his surprise, Yoongi tilts his head and peeks an eye open.
"Hm?"
Hoseok raises a hand to rest under his own cheek and sighs, to which Yoongi fully twists his body around to face him, blinking slowly as his eyes adjust to the dim room. "Hobi, if you sigh like a disappointed grandma one more damn time, so help me god, I'll punch you in the throat." When Hoseok frowns, Yoongi's glare softens moderately. "What are you thinking about?"
They gaze at each other in silence until Hoseok shrugs, not daring to make the mood any more disheartening than he already felt. Instead, he changes the topic. "Remember we went to the cafe together that one time? How did you know everyone working there?"
