My Little Seokie

"It smells like heaven," Hoseok hummed with a delighted and much smaller tone, closing his eyes with a sway of his head for emphasis.

"Yeah well..." Yoongi tried to think of something, folding his arms over his chest.

"You-" He hesitated for a second, "You look like heaven."
Why did he say that...
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He wanted this so badly but were his heart and mind both in the same place?
Cold sweat.
Nightmares.
Pain.
The prices Yoongi pays just to wake up every day.
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Even with a few nudges from his friends to indulge in the one person that made it all better, Yoongi held out to be on his own. By encouragement or realization, he needs a new world to crawl into.