Yoongi heard the grass rustle underneath his shoes, it was a bit breezy, the clouds gray from the morning rain that took place only a few hours before. The elder had to admit he loved the smell of rain, it was like a small cleansing for the world everytime it did rain, unless you lived in a place where it constantly rained, then it was just a nuisance.
The elder held the lilacs in his hands tightly, tears threatening his eyes as he finally reached his destination. He needed this, more than he realized.
Min Misun
1964 - 2017
In loving memory of the mother, friend, and overall wonderful woman. Her children, and grandchildren love her dearly. She will be missed. To a beauty who died too young.
Yoongi let his fingers graze the words engraved into the stone, a small smile growing on his face. In 2017, 3 years ago, Yoongi lost two of the most important people in his life. The only difference is one came back and one remained in heaven shining her light over her son and daughter every moment she got.
"Hi mom," he whispered, surprised his voice didn't crack on itself as he spoke. "I'm sorry I haven't visited you in awhile, I have news. Turns out Hoseoks alive. Yay..." Yoongi chuckled at the silence that surrounded the grave yard, slowly turning his gaze back to his mothers grave. "I hope you're doing well up there in heaven, I bet you're the prettiest angel, mama."
The male missed his mother more than he could ever express with words. She never even got to meet her grandkids! Which is why Yoongi named his daughter after the most important woman in his life, his mother. She would have been able to help Yoongi with the situation at hand right now, shed some advice upon him.
"Well, Hoseok doesn't have his memories of us. Crazy, I know. Sejun erased them with a green syrum. Now, I have to try and get him to remember us, the twins, and our friends. Certain things are coming back to him, but others aren't and it keeps me wondering why. Like, he doesn't call me angel, and I'm afraid to call him sunshine because it might make him go crazy," Yoongi explained everything to his mother, knowing deep down no one was there, but the idea still gave him comfort.
What Yoongi didn't know, was over her grave, was the young version of his mother. The woman was in all white, a halo upon her head as she gazed at her son with a fond smile. Knowing very well he did not know of her presence fully, but she would always be there for him.
Always.
After visiting his mothers grave, Yoongi went back to his car. Usually, he leaves his phone inside the car so he won't be distracted when he is at the grave. What he didn't expect was multiple texts from Ilsung.
"What the hell..." he trailed off, reading through each text, each word increasing worry inside the elder male.
JIMIN'S MAN (ILSUNG) 13 new messages
Yoongi, we need to talk, like now!
It's about Hoseok, I fear something might happen
We need to talk, you need to know this before anything really does happen
YOONGI
HYUNG
MIN
YOongi
C'MON ANSWER AH
When you see these, meet me at your place, NamJoon and I will be waiting there
Yoongi,
When I tell you about this, please don't freak out
That might have made you worry more
Fuck, just get here, please
<><><>
"That's why he's getting sick?" Yoongi exclaimed, Ilsung bouncing his leg out of anxiousness while NamJoon just sat there, "So, you're telling me that him getting his memories back could potentially kill him?!"
"Not kill him," NamJoon denied, "but it is clearly hurting him, hasn't he been weak lately?"
Yoongi nodded, "and we're syncing again, i'm pretty sure-"
"That process needs to move along faster," Ilsung stated, looking over at Yoongi, "the only way he is going to be completely okay is by syncing with you completely so his body will stop fighting itself. And you taking your sweet time isn't helping."
Yoongi scoffed, "well I'm sorry I can't have him just fuck me on the spot, Ilsung."
"I mean-"
NamJoon and Yoongi both scowled at the younger boy, Ilsung finally putting his hands up in a surrender.
"I don't know what I can do to help this process move faster besides having sex with him," Yoongi exasperated, leaning back on the couch.
Ilsung thought about, finally speaking after some moments of thought, "trigger a memory physically, not just by words and small gestures. It may help the process," he suggested, NamJoon nodding along with the younger males words.
"That does sound like a good plan," he agreed, "maybe do a little more than just kissing him."
Yoongi's cheeks went a bit red as he thought about it. If the only the other two men knew how much he desired to do more than just kiss Hoseok.
<><><>
Hoseok still went to work.
After puking his brains and out and waking up with the most killer migraine he has ever experienced in his whole existence, he still decided it would be a good idea to go to work. Even if he was in no condition to do so.
The male looked a bit pale, his eyes shutting one after the other instead of at the same time, which made his manager and others around him worry about the males health.
"You look awful."
Hoseok snapped his eyes open at the voice, smiling slightly when he saw Yoongi standing in front of him.
"Thanks, you look lovely today as well," he remarked, the elder of the two chuckling.
He walked up to Hoseok, placing his hand on the youngers forehead, "Hoseok, why the hell did you come to work? You should be home, resting."
"Welp," the green eyed male shrugged, "work is work."
"And health is health," Yoongi exasperated, the male getting an idea, "why don't you just come home with me. You're in no condition to be alone right now and I live with a nurse who can help you out."
Hoseok shook his head, holding Yoongi's hand in his own, "I can't do that Yoongi-"
"I insist Hobi," he let slip, the orange haired male only smiling at the nickname he thought Yoongi had just made up, until he got a killer pain in his head again.
Causing Hoseok to fall to his knees, with Yoongi worried as he crouched down near the younger who whimpered at the pain.
"Good job Hobi."
"Hobi?"
"It j-just slipped out."
"Don't worry, I like it."
Now, Yoongi could see what Ilsung was speaking of, it really was hurting Hoseok. Yoongi pressed his finger against his temple, able to feel the sharp pain in his head like Hoseok was at the moment.
Once the pain stopped, Hoseok looked over at Yoongi, the male had his head down in his hands so Yoongi couldn't really see him.
"You're coming home with me, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Okay?" Yoongi said, Hoseok chuckled while nodding.
"Okay cutie."
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SYNCED 3 | Erased Sync
Fanfiction~"I swear on everything Sung, I saw him!" Jimin almost yelled, his boyfriend not believing him. "It could be the grei-" "I talked to him, and he said his name was Hoseok!" Ilsung stayed quiet, alarm written on his features. ~ Its been 3 years since...
