WONDER, yoonseok. [fin.]

twenty-two.

hoseok wakes up one morning

to see that yoongi’s already made coffee

for the both of them,

and that he’s now sitting in the kitchen

with a million mile stare,

like he’s floated off into space.

hoseok rushes to yoongi at once,

kneeling by his chair in panic.

"yoongi? are you okay?"

yoongi blinks and turns

to face hoseok,

like he’s trying to step out of his stupor

but he’s not quite there yet.

"i'm okay," he murmurs. "i just..."

he reaches out

and runs the back of his hand

over hoseok's cheek, gently.

“can i kiss you?”

hoseok’s throat locks,

and it takes him a second

to take in the odd expression

on yoongi's face,

the strain in his brow,

the gentle brush of his fingers

against hoseok's skin.

hoseok nods,

slowly,

and yoongi leans forward

and kisses him,

long and slow.

when they break apart,

hoseok feels yoongi's tears

on his cheeks

and hears

the rattle in his breath.

yoongi keeps his forehead

pressed to hoseok’s,

breath laboured,

hand pressed

against the back of his neck

as though to keep hoseok

from running away.

“happy anniversary, hoseok,” yoongi whispers.

hoseok takes yoongi’s hand

and lets the tears

wash over them both.