𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

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"So this is your house?" Yoongi asked as he looked around the plainly-colored house.

"Do you not like it?" Hoseok asked, raising his eyebrow at Yoongi as he shrugged.

"I don't not like it, it just doesn't seem like you designed it," Yoongi said as he looked around, seeing the paintings of flowers all over. He looked specifically at one covered up painting, looking back at Hoseok again.

"What's behind that one?" Yoongi asked Hoseok, pointing to the covered up one as Hoseok grabbed his hand.

"Nothing really important, it's just my favorite painting my sister gave to me," Hoseok said with a smile on his face as Yoongi tilted his head to the side.

"Can I see it?" Yoongi asked as Hoseok nodded, pulling him over to the painting before pulling the cover off of it.

It was a painting of a brain in black and white ink, half of the brain was full of colorful flowers. Overlaying the picture was a very long text talking about the cerebrum of the brain. It was very beautiful.

 It was very beautiful

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"It's beautiful. . ." Yoongi said as he looked at it more.

"My sister gave this painting to me when I just started to learn to read, everyday I would practice reading as much as I could. I would try everyday to read this one piece of text, and one day I had finally been able to read it. The words of this inspired me to work with the brain, learn how to understand other emotions and help them learn how to love themselves," Hoseok said as Yoongi looked at him, Hoseok looked beautiful as he spoke about his passion for helping others and where it all started.

"That's beautiful," Yoongi said in a soft voice as Hoseok kissed his forehead.

"I'm so happy I became a therapist," Hoseok said with a smile on his face as Yoongi smiled at him.

"Me too," Yoongi said as he looked at the painting again. The both of them stood there, admiring the beautiful painting infront of their very eyes.

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