yoongi never thought he'd be the type to willingly play host to a lost kid. maybe it was because his cheeks were stained a deep, hurting cobalt, soaked through with his tears, and yet his russet orbs so heartbreakingly lifeless. maybe it was because he was shivering in nothing but poorly sewn together rags, his fingers tearing at his structure as the lingering heat he'd carried with him from wherever he had come from slowly, painfully slipped away. or maybe it was because he was a runaway. a smart boy, desperate enough to leave his only place for shelter and brave the cold of the world all alone, with nothing except the clothes on his back, and that voice of his, locked somewhere inside of him. maybe it was because jungkook reminded him of himself. alone, scared, and hopelessly broken. or maybe it was because he was cute. and yoongi was a sucker for cute things.

You're chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You both like FRIENDSHIP Stranger: hi You: hello! Stranger: 한국말 할줄 아세요? You: um ching ding long ring ding dong?

"Ride me." Credits to @dnthrs for the book cover and for editing the book itself

E foi numa daquelas noites que Yoongi ouviu pela primeira vez a voz angelical de Jeongguk. - fluffy - yoon+kook