Dear Yoongi,
I've been thinking about you lately.
Are you able to speak with other people?
They don't allow me to talk to anyone except you. I assume I've grown attached to you, even though I haven't met you in reality.
Anways, I hope we'll be able to meet soon.
Sincerely, Hoseok
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Dear Hobi,
I hope we meet soon. You didn't answer my previous question though, so I won't answer yours.
Sincerely, Yoongi
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Hobi sat, hands behind his back as usual. He'd escaped once or twice, but after that he stopped trying and sat in his cell all day. He gave up. He knew he would never leave this place. He knew that none of this mattered. He knew he didn't matter, but he knew that one person did matter; Hoseok.
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