Hope | Yoonseok

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"That's the thing with handmade items. They still have the person's mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone."

Aimee Bender

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Hoseok was on the phone with Yoongi, talking with him about his recent therapy session.

"He said it might help if I sleep with something that reminds me of you."

"Want me to bring you a few of my sweaters you can wear while sleeping?"

"You think that would work?"

"It might, else I'll buy you a life sized cardboard cut out of me."

Yoongi softly laughed, making Hoseok's heart flutter. The door to the house opened, Seokjin had returned home.

"Hold on angel I need to go."

"Oh okay..."

"Bye, love you."

"Love you too."

Hoseok hung up, watching the worn out Seokjin plop down on the couch. "Jin. Did something happen?" Seokjin flinched from the sudden mention of his name before looking behind him and seeing Hoseok. "Oh sorry Hobi, didn't see you there."

"I noticed... What's going on with you?" Seokjin rubbed his eyes. "Nothing, just tired."

"Jin-"

"I said I was tired." Seokjin snapped, making Hoseok shut up. "I- I'm sorry Hobi I didn't mean to snap like that. I, uhm... I should go to bed." Seokjin dragged his feet up the stairs, not sparing Hoseok another glance. "What's with everyone lately?" Hoseok wondered. A lot had happened but all of them were so easily agitated nowadays.

-

"Aannnd that was the last box." Jimin dusted off his hands, looking at his studio apartment with pride.

"I'm guessing I can now definitely forget about you quitting that awful job?" Jimin turned around to face Namjoon. "I wouldn't have a home if I quit."

"You can always stay with me."

"Your parents would beg to differ." Jimin wrapped his arms around Namjoon's neck. "I'll be fine, I turn 18 this year anyway."

"That is still very far away and you know it." Jimin pouted, pinching Namjoon's cheek. "At least now I don't have to worry about my mom bursting in and saying my name."

"Jimin."

"Seriously, I'll be fine." He let go off Namjoon and let himself fall on his couch. "I still don't like this one bit." Namjoon said, softly letting himself sink into the couch. "But I do, maybe I should just become a stripper."

"No. You're studying."

"Stripper after studying?"

"What even is your dream Jimin?" Namjoon looked over at his boyfriend who looked at him with an amused glance. "Well not something as boring as you, mister I want to become a businessman." He booped Namjoon's small nose, Namjoon retreated his face and gave Jimin a glare. "So you have no plans?"

"I have like a year to think about it, I'll be fine." Jimin jumped up from his seat. "By the way, completely different topic I haavveee...." Jimin dug around in his closet before he pulled out a little bag. "I have a present for you!" He ran back to his spot, jumping onto the couch. He pulled out a small self made bracelet from the bag. "May I?" Jimin extended his hand. Namjoon softly snickered before giving Jimin his hand. Jimin tied the bracelet around Namjoon's wrist and smiled. "I know it isn't a trip to Japan but-"

"I love it. Thank you."

"Well, you're welcome." He smiled and put his hand on Namjoon's thigh, leaning in to give him a short peck. Namjoon sighed, cupping Jimin's face. "I love you." He whispered sweetly, making Jimin's heart melt. "I love you too Joonie."

-

Taehyung put the bandage of his neck, looking sadly at the horrific scar covering it. He grabbed a washcloth and put a disinfectant on it, carefully cleaning the wound that was still being held together by stitches.

A soft knock was heard on his bedroom door. "Who's there?" Taehyung called out, getting silence as an answer. "Hello?" He heard weird gurgling, carefully Taehyung made his way over to the door. Who would that be and why are they behaving so weirdly?

He creaked his door open before opening it fully when he saw who it was. "Seriously? You just had to eat noodles instead of answering me?" Hayun swallowed his noodles down and stuck his finger in the air, ready to defend himself. "Baram offered them." Taehyung rolled his eyes, going to sit down at his desk again, picking up the washcloth and rinsing it out in a bucket.

Hayun closed the door behind himself, sitting on Taehyung's bed. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I need to clean my wound every day." He softly rubbed the washcloth over it, wincing at the still very sensitive spots. Hayun put his cup of noodles away and walked over to Taehyung, softly massaging his shoulders. "Does it still hurt a lot?"

"It's getting better, but the painkillers are a must."

"Do you...." Hayun huffed, knowing this question might make Taehyung lash out. "Do you regret it." Taehyung removed Hayun's hands of his shoulders and turned around to look at him. "Why would you even ask that?"

"Well- because of all the pain... and the scar..." Taehyung stood up, pointing his finger at Hayun's chest. "I'll gladly let my throat get cut again if that means keeping Yoongi safe."

"I know. You are protective of him... I'm just saying, that scar."

"Is ugly? Am I now less lovable for you? Because I no longer look like the flawless Taehyung you met?" His voice broke, tears prickling his eyes. "What? No- Baby you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Scar or not. You're perfect." He carefully cupped Taehyung's face, wiping away the few tears that escaped Taehyung's eyes with his thumb. He leaned in and softly kissed Taehyung's forehead. "I'm just worried about you, that's all." He whispered, holding him close.