ℕ𝕆𝕋𝔼 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔹𝔼𝔼: Sorry it's taken me so long, I've been really sick and I've been having a rough time irl.
𝔸𝕌𝕋ℍ𝕆ℝ: @Grimm444
ℙℝ𝕆𝕄ℙ𝕋: Start with the sentence "Since the snow came..."
𝔽𝕆ℝ𝕄𝔸𝕋: "Chapter one"
𝔸𝕌𝕋ℍ𝕆ℝ'𝕊 ℕ𝕆𝕋𝔼: This was really fun for me to write! I absolutely adore the Sope dynamic haha. They're polar opposites and it just balances out you know. Kinda cliche, but still cute.
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𝕋ℍℝℂ𝕆𝕃𝔻
Since the snow came, the silence was unbroken.
And Hoseok had yet to return.
It worried Yoongi, of course. Why wouldn't it? His best friend had left, gone. Like the wisp of the wind, he left quietly. Or perhaps the right word would be disappeared. Yes.
The mint haired man tried his best to contact him. His number was unreachable. His workplace said he hadn't been there for the past month. He didn't visit their university either. Yoongi even called that wench of a mother(Hoseok's words) and she also didn't know. She didn't care either, he was sure.
The window rattled against the strength of the snowstorm, knocking him out of his daze. Sighing for the umpteenth time, Yoongi wiped his face using his bare hands. Getting up off the couch, he slowly moved to shut the shaking bow properly.
Their shared apartment didn't have much furniture, just enough to sustain two people. He liked it like that. Hoseok didn't mind it but sometimes he would see how the orange haired male would look longingly at furniture stores that they would pass by on a few evening strolls. Or the little offhanded comments of, "This space needs some more sunshine."
Hoseok was that sun, he had that natural thing you know. Walking into a room, he would immediately brighten it with his heart shaped smile and cheerful words. But now he was gone.
And so was Yoongi's sunshine.
And with the departure of the sun, the cold seeped in, whittling and cracking, breaking down the only firm of support he had.
The first day he was gone, Yoongi brushed it off. Seeing as they were university students, and they both had their own lives. He chalked it up to a one night stand, which was a silly thought of course. Hoseok wasn't a big fan of those nor getting drunk. And by the second night he began to worry, his hope slowly diminishing as the dial tone rang out. The next day he filed a missing report. Days grew into weeks, weeks turned to a month and his friend had yet to reappear. Yet no one noticed. Not a single soul paid attention to his disappearance.
Except for Yoongi.
Yoongi wanted to know what went wrong. Why did he leave? Where did he go?
What happened Hoseok? Where did his friend go?
He often wondered if it was him. If the boy had grown tired of his dull personality. Or perhaps he was kidnapped, and laid in an abandon lot, waiting to be saved. All the horrors he had endured, just for no one to come?
What if Hoseok was trying to run, run far away from his life?
What if his friend was suffering all along?
His thoughts grew dark, so dark that his nightmares would have nightmares. Dreams about a friend who's eyes were as bright as day, smiling, teasing him with every remark he made.
"You left!" Me.
"I had to." Hoseok would shrug his shoulders, avoiding his pleading eyes.
"Why?"
And the sunny man would turn to face him for the first time, a face of dispair twisted his features. And a lost look in his eyes. His words were unloving, cold and bitter.
"I couldn't stay anymore, Yoongi."
"Stay where?"
"Here." He gestured vaguely. A worned out Min Yoongi looked at him. His best friend. The man who challenged the sun, looked like a ghost.
Yoongi slapped himself, "No that would never happen, you idiot."
It still managed to him even more depressed and guilty.
But this time there was nobody to comfort him. Nobody but the cold, empty apartment, sheltering him from the roaring storm.
