In Hell With You

Heaven

At last, they finally reached it. The light was still there, Yoongi realized with a relieved sigh.

He urged Hoseok to follow him and not linger anywhere else.

"Come on, Hobi."

"Right behind you, hyung."

"Hurry up."

"Okay okay geez."

Yoongi stepped closer to the brass doorknob attached to the wooden door and took a deep breath. Hoseok watched him before landing his eyes on the knob.

"Is it really just beyond this door?"

"It is," breathed out the mint-haired man before pulling the door open to be met with puffy clouds and the familiar bells of laughter coming from innocent children.

Hoseok gasped in wonder at the light and goodness that radiated from this door alone.

"Yeah, I felt the same way when I saw this," Yoongi commented.

He was about to jump in when a hand to his arm stopped his movement.

"Wait hyung! We're going in a sacred place where souls are dressed in all white and sandals. Look at us; all dirty jeans and punk rock shirts. They're gonna see right through us!"

A hand came up to Hoseok's mouth. He started biting on his nails out of habit, and Yoongi sighed before slapping his hand away from his mouth.

"Stop that; it's unattractive," he said. "Well then we're gonna need disguises."

He looked around the town and saw a crate full of costumes. He pushed past his friend to run to it and dive his arms into the pile, throwing out unnecessary things like gauntlets and headdresses.

His search proved fruitful as he emerged with two togas and two pairs of boots, a victorious grin etched on his mouth.

The orange-head's eyes glinted in triumph as he took one of each from Yoongi. He pressed the toga against his front, trying to decide if it fit him or not.

"They look snug," he commented, feeling out the sleeves in his fingers.

He turned his head to find Yoongi already dressed, tying the boots to his feet. He looked up and their gazes met.

Something electric passed through that eye contact alone that made them breathless and dizzy for a moment.

Hoseok looked away with pink cheeks and discarded his shirt and pants, slipping on the white sleeveless toga and mimicking the older at the laces.

"We all good?" Yoongi asked as he gave himself and Hoseok a once-over.

Hoseok hummed.

"I think we're ready."

"Alright."

Without a thought, Yoongi reached out for Hoseok's hand, grasping his palm and running his thumb along the skin for good measure. He wasn't aware of the internal dilemma Hoseok was going through, too focused on jumping inside the new realm to pay his friend any attention.

"On three we jump."

"Hana."

"Dool."

"Set," they both cried out before plunging into the door toward the other world.

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Yoongi blinked twice, thrice to get used to the new feeling of floating on a cloud and being suspended in the air.

His eyes roamed around and caught sight of his and Hoseok's clasped hands. He didn't want to let go, if only for the reason they might get separated here in heaven. Or maybe it was because he enjoyed the feel of his palm and fingers wrapped around his own.