Bts oneshots💌

My anchor♛(yoonseok)

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Most of the guys he dated were interested in Yoongi because he's good looking. Because the curve of his nose is perfect and the little pout of his lips astonishing and the look in his eyes is absolutely maddening. Therefore, if Yoongi came to most of the guys he's dated in the middle of the night all puffy eyes and wet cheeks, they would think him repulsive and turn him away. But Hoseok isn't most of the guys Yoongi has dated, so when the door cracks open and feet shuffle into the room, Hoseok takes the mess of swollen lips and broken breaths into his arms. He knows Yoongi choosing to come to him while in this state is an incredible sign of trust and when the red hair and muffled sobs are pressed against Hoseok's chest, he feels honored. When shaky fingers snake between his, he is thankful. And when he's allowed to wipe tears from the sweet face, he is eternally grateful. Eternally grateful that in this moment, he is the one person that Yoongi trusts the most. And while he's caressing his lover's hair, he whispers soft, encouraging words to the shaking body. The shaking slows, the breathing evens, and choked cries no longer leave sweet, pink lips and Hoseok finally has a chance to mummer a simple "What's wrong?" And all he gets in return is a near silent "Too much". So they don't speak again for a while longer, Hoseok drawing circles on the other's back as their breathing slowly synchronizes. There are so many things being said, yet the silence surrounds them. Hoseok moves from drawing shapes to simply running his fingers along Yoongi's back, which means he wants to listen. And Yoongi's "I don't know where to start" comes in the form of nuzzling his face back into Hoseok's chest, whose response of "I can wait" is a kiss to the top of the head. More time passes, Hoseok fearing but also hoping that Yoongi has drifted off several times. Finally, just under his breath, Yoongi whispers "It's not the same." Hoseok hums in response, encouraging him to continue. "I'm becoming apathetic, unmotivated, exhausted. Always. Music it's. . . It's something I love, but lately, it doesn't bring the same feeling, the same ecstasy. It's always been like the glue holding me together but now this glue seems too weak and I'm coming apart at the seams." Yoongi stops, begging the warm body next to him to say something, anything. "How long has it been like this?" Is all he can manage. "For so long. . . For too long. Every once in a while, I get stuck in this place, like being in a glass box and you can see outside but you can't get through and all you have as company is bad memories. Things you want to forget. Rapping was like a sledge hammer, it broke me out of that glass prison when I needed it most. But this every once in a while has become a constantly and the glass is now several inches thick and my sledge hammer is a toy." Yoongi's face is back against Hoseok's chest, fists full of his shirt as he tries desperately not to begin crying again. Hoseok attempts to sooth him with gentle touches and quiet promises. "How can I help?" He asks. "Stay with me. When I'm alone, I feel like I'm going to float away, like I'm a balloon and nobody cares to hold me down." Yoongi's struggle to stay calm is audible in his voice and Hoseok sighs.

"Then let me be your anchor"

"My anchor"

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