Chapter Text
2 years later
“Congratulations, Min Yoongi.” The professor, an older woman with a kind smile stated. “You have officially graduated. A full year early might I add. Are you sure you don’t want to attend the graduation ceremony?”
Yoongi smiled, something big, pulling at his heart as he took the document into his own hands. Two years of his hard work, sitting right there in his hands. “Thank you, professor. And yes, I’m sure.”
The professor hummed, “Now, you know you’re a great student. Not so much with academics, but with your ability to work with people. You’ve made a name for yourself through internships around campus. It wouldn't be hard to find a job here, with a steady clientele. So tell me, why New York?”
“I’ve got some unfinished business to attend to there.” Yoongi shrugged.
The professor nodded, “I see. Well, you know that there are prestigious schools on that side of the country as well, correct?”
“I’m aware.”
“The industry will be tougher. You have your name here but you don’t over there.” The professor leaned back in her office chair, taking her glasses off to sit on her desk, “Now, I don’t mean to pry but, I have had you for many classes over the two years and I must say, you work as if you’re losing something.”
Yoongi had to look away, clearing his throat, “I suppose…you could say that.”
“Now, I am asking this as your mentor. But does this business that you need to attend to on the East Coast have anything to do with what happened your first year?” The professor asked carefully.
Yoongi’s brow raised in confusion when he looked back at her. “What are you talking about?”
“I believe you were just a few months in as a first year in the masters program, you were an average student. Nothing spectacular, going at a normal pace when you disappeared for a week, maybe two, and then came back with his…newfound determination to graduate early.” The professor cited, smirking at Yoongi’s surprised expression, “I know you kids think us professors don’t notice things, but we do.”
“I…”
The professor shook her head, “Listen, I don’t need to know the story. But I just want to make sure you’re making the right decision by taking your skills to New York.”
Yoongi leveled her with a serious look, so sure he could feel it in his bones. He needed to go back, he needed to. “There is nothing I have ever been more sure about, then this. There’s someone there that I need to find. I have a promise that I intend to keep.”
“Well, I do hope that you find them. Do you have the funds for the flight?” The professor asked.
“Yes, I was able to save up from the internships. I’m leaving tonight.” Yoongi smiled, reaching out to shake the professor's hand.
“In a rush, nothing changes.” The professor laughed as she shook Yoongi’s hand, “Well Mr. Min. Congratulations again and I hope that whoever this is that you’re working so hard for, I hope that you find them.”
Yoongi had to blink away tears as he nodded, moving to leave the room. “I will.”
Yoongi had been dreaming of that moment for two years, the moment when he had his degree in his hands, the physical evidence of what he could do, and was on the way back home to him.
To Hoseok.
Yoongi had to wipe away fallen tears as he practically ran to his dorm, throwing in the last bit of his things into a backpack. A new rush of determination filled him.
He should have gone to see him two years ago. He should have just done it, found a way, took the bus, hitchhiked.
Yoongi should have never left him.
Thoughts were swarming around as his roommate came rushing in, “Hyung!”
“Oh shit!” Yoongi jumped, being snapped from his thoughts and quickly getting himself back together, making sure he wiped his eyes clear of tears. “What the fuck Namjoon?!”
“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you but I’m glad I caught you before you left. Look.” Namjoon pulled his laptop out from his bag, showing Yoongi a screen of code and maps and photos and writings that were utterly illegible.
Yoongi ran a hand through his bangs, “Look Joon, I really don’t have time—”
“Yes you do.” Namjoon pointed towards a picture in the corner of the screen.
Yoongi’s heart stopped, frozen in place, “That’s him…”
Namjoon smirked, “Good. Took me weeks to figure this out. Your boy had no social media whatsoever anymore but good thing I found his best friend who hasn’t stopped posting online with him.”
“Oh my god…” Yoongi was fighting to keep his voice level. “Hoseok…”
It was a photo of Hoseok who was wearing the cutest shorts and prettiest pink top, his hair curled and makeup lightly dusted on his features. Making him look like something out of a dream. Jimin’s arm was wrapped around him, it looked like they were in the city. A big city.
“Do you know where he is? Is he in New York? Do I need to take the train up to New Hampshire? Rhode Island?” Yoongi asked frantically. “Please tell me you have more if you were able to find this.”
Namjoon chuckled, “Who do you take me for? Of course I have more. He’s in New York. Specifically by Central Park. Was able to track Jimin’s IP address and check out the building information. Hoseok’s a music teacher at a local school, started a year ago. Jimin works in marketing at a big firm. Looks like he goes to central park a bunch with this Jimin guy. It looks like…hm.” Namjoon started, and then stopped.
“What?” Yoongi asked, moving closer to Namjoon so he could see what was on his screen.
“I don’t know who this guy is. See he shows up in all their photos from a year ago, but then he just…disappears?” Namjoon concluded, going through the information on the screen more. “Hoseok graduated last year and went to New York. It…um…”
“What? Come on, tell me.” Yoongi needed to know everything now .
Namjoon shrugged, “I…well. It looks like he applied to work on the West coast, as well.”
Yoongi’s shoulders dropped, something dangerous flickering in his chest, “He did…?”
Namjoon nodded, “I don’t know if I should be telling you all this. You should just find him and have him tell you whatever.”
“Tell me. I need to know everything. Whatever information you have you need to tell me.” Yoongi stated leaving Namjoon no room to argue.
“Remind me why I’m doing this again?” Namjoon groaned.
“It’s a graduation gift.” Yoongi shrugged.
“Sure.” Namjoon sighed, “It looks like every single school he applied to was on the west coast. Here specifically.”
Yoongi had to move to sit down at that, eyes wide, “What…?”
“He only got accepted to one school in New York.” Namjoon finished.
“He was going to come to me…” Yoongi whispered more to himself than anything.
“There’s more, if you want to hear it.” Namjoon continued, moving to sit next to Yoongi, showing him the screen. “Who is that guy? Do you know him?”
“That’s…uh…I think that’s Jun? One of Hoseok and Jimins old friends, I think. He started to hang out with Jimin more the summer before I left.” Yoongi tried to recall upon seeing the picture of Jun and Jimin smiling at the camera.
“What’s his relationship to Hoseok?” Namjoon asked, his brows knitting together.
Yoongi frowned, “They’re friends. Although Hoseok is closer to Jimin, he never spoke of Jun much.”
Namjoon pulled up a photo from a year ago, Hoseok dolled up and pretty, it looked like they were at a bar, Jimin, Hoseok and…
Yoongi’s blood was boiling .
Jun’s arm was wrapped around Hoseok’s waist, something looking like a kiss pressed to Hoseok’s neck. Hoseok was smiling but Yoongi didn’t have to be a scientist to see that the smile wasn’t reaching his eyes.
He’s been gone for too long.
“I have to go—”
“Now wait.” Namjoon stopped Yoongi from going rogue, “Before you get all crazy on me, look. This guy, I didn’t notice it before but he clearly likes—or liked your man. See, his photos disappeared from Jimin’s profile a year ago. And he deleted all these photos of the three of them together.”
“Then how did you find them?”
“I have my ways.” Namjoon smirked, “But the good news is, that whatever that was, it’s no longer a thing. From everything I’ve found, Hoseok’s been single. Shows no interest in dating apps or the dating scene in general.”
Yoongi nodded, moving to get up and collect his luggage. “Ok, thank you Namjoon. Send me the building address.”
“You’re a lawyer, hyung. You know that’s illegal.” Namjoon frowned.
“And I know how to get out of any legal trouble too. That’s what being a lawyer means.” Yoongi stood by the door.
“How about this, I’ll give you the general location. And if anyone asks—”
“I didn’t get the information from you.” Yoongi finished, “Yeah, yeah I know.”
Namjoon smiled, “Gonna miss you, man. When you find this guy, you should bring him over to this side of the world some time.”
Yoongi smiled, “I plan to. Thanks, Namjoon.”
And with that, Yoongi was off.
Home .
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Hoseok had the day off for a school holiday, deciding to enjoy the nice day by grabbing his favorite coffee and snack from the coffee shop down the street and take a stroll through Central Park.
Of course, not without a call from his best friend, “Hello?”
“Hey lucky duck.” Jimin sang through the phone, and Hoseok could tell he was pretending to pout from his voice, “It sucks that you get the day off but I don’t.”
“I know, how tragic for you.” Hoseok giggled, “At least you’re not around screaming children all day.”
“Hey at least you’re around music, right?” Jimin argued playfully.
Hoseok smiled, “Yeah, I am.”
“So what are you up to on this beautiful day?” Jimin asked.
“Just taking a walk. Thought about maybe finding a spot in the park and writing a bit.” Hoseok hummed.
“That sounds fun, you’ll have to let me read your poems after work today.” Jimin commented, “But I do request that you please write about something that’s not him .”
Hoseok chuckled softly, “It’s hard! I just write from the heart, and my heart is still healing.”
“I know but…” Jimin sighed, “You know, it’s been two years now, right?”
Hoseok faltered in his step a little. ‘ One more year .’
“Wow it’s been two already…” Hoseok whispered.
“Yeah. And speaking of boy drama, guess who reached out asking about you?” Jimin asked.
Hoseok groaned, “Please tell me it’s not Jun.”
“Oh honey he is whipped for you.” Jimin chuckled, “I told him you weren’t interested of course, and that you had moved on. But he’s persistent. Gotta say I do have respect, he’s shooting his shot.”
Hoseok pinched the bridge of his nose, “Yeah but I told him how many times that I’m not interested? I’m not ready to jump into anything. And do you remember how weird it got near the end there before we moved? I just felt uncomfortable all the time around him.”
“Trust me I know.” Jimin agreed, “I’m just teasing you, I would never let you date him. He was a great friend but…something definitely changed—Oh, hey, Hobi hyung I gotta get going here, a new project I guess just got pushed to our team. I’ll see you back at the apartment after work!”
Hoseok smiled, “Ok, work hard Jiminie! I’ll make us some dinner tonight since I’m off.”
Jimin cheered before ending the call.
Hoseok exhaled. One more year . He thought as he found a large grassy area away from the main walkway in the park, under a huge sweeping willow tree.
Hoseok couldn't make sense of the tugs on his heart. He was hurt, and angry, but also so sad, despite everything, Hoseok missed him. He still thought of him.
Even that alone, made Hoseok frustrated.
And so, he wrote.
And that's the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings and longing stares
It's born from just one single glance
But it dies, and it dies, and it dies
A million little times
Hoseok sighed, frustrated as he scratched out what he’d written in his notebook, flipping the page. He didn’t want to be angry. He really didn’t, not anymore….
So he tried again.
But we were something, don't you think so?
Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool
And if my wishes came true
It would've been you
“Hoseok…?” A tentative voice came from in front of Hoseok.
Hoseok’s eyes shot up to meet the man’s gaze, his heart already jumping up to his throat because— “M-Min Yoongi?!”
“Hoseok…” Yoongi started again, more sure, like a sigh of relief this time as his eyes began to shimmer with tears. They were far enough away from the path that Hoseok had reason to believe Yoongi wasn’t just taking a stroll through the park, but he couldn't think about that right now. No, not with Min Yoongi standing in front of him and—
And god how Hoseok despised the fact that he looked like a dream . Nothing had changed and yet everything had. Yoongi’s shoulders were broader, as if he’d been working out. His hair unkept and a backpack hanging off his shoulders.
“Hoseok, I—” Yoongi started, taking a step closer but Hoseok was quick to get up. He wasn’t going to let his yearning heart win on this one.
“ No .” Hoseok all but yelled. Taking a big step back. “You don’t get to just show up out of nowhere! What the hell are you doing here?!”
“The…I…” Yoongi stuttered, stumbling over his words. Confusion and hurt and shock written all over his features, “I’m here. The promise. I—”
“ What ?!” Oh Hoseok was reeling , “No. No you don’t get to come here, to find me, and to say that you’re here because of our promise you liar —”
“Babe…” Yoongi took a step closer, cautious as if Hoseok was a wounded animal ready to flee, “What are you talking about? I came back. I came back for you .”
Hoseok shook his head, “No. No, absolutely not. You can’t…you can’t just—”
“Babe, please—”
“ Don’t .” Hoseok cut him off, sharp, “ Don’t call me babe. Don’t call me princess. Don’t call me Hoseok, Don’t—” Hoseok’s hand fisted in his hair, “I can’t. I don’t…I can’t do this right now. No.”
Yoongi’s shoulders fell, “Can…we talk about this? Clearly I did something to upset you…I need to apologize—”
“Apologize?!” Hoseok couldn’t tell if he was crying with the adrenaline rushing through his veins but one look at Yoongi and he knew that he was, “Min Yoongi. You…you asshole…you can’t just apologize for that. For lying to me for making a fool out of me.”
Yoongi stood there, stumped. “Is…this because I left…?”
“Are you making fun of me?” Hoseok couldn’t stop it now, a sob leaving his lips because— “ Dammit Min Yoongi .” Hoseok cried, “I wanted to be over you. I wanted to forget . You made me feel something nobody else has ever and then you went and made a complete and utter fool out of me. I was a mess . I am a mess!”
“Please…” Yoongi reached out, a gentle touch to Hoseok’s arm and Hoseok wasn’t strong enough anymore to remove it. “ Please …I’m begging you …please tell me what I did to make you cry…I finally found you I…I had no idea that I’d hurt you so much…”
Hoseok inhaled sharply, looking away and trying to cover his face with his hands, “ The letter. ”
Yoongi paused for a moment, brows knit in confusion, “Letter…?”
“Did you forget?” Hoseok mocked, “Well I didn’t.” He stated, finding the power within himself to escape from Yoongi’s hold, his heart yearning to lean into the touch he so craved for years…to walk away.
“Hoseok!” Yoongi called out to him, Hoseok was walking fast but Yoongi was keeping up, “Hoseok what are you talking about?! What letter did I send you? When did I send you a letter?”
“Sure. Go ahead and make fun of me. Twist the knife before you go back to whoever you found that you like so much more—”
“ Jung Hoseok. ” Yoongi stepped in front of Hoseok now, stopping the younger man in his tracks as he met Yoongi’s angry and upset gaze, “Who the fuck is telling you that I found anyone else?!”
“ You !” Hoseok pointed to Yoongi, “ You sent me that if you don’t remember—”
“ I love you.” Yoongi matched Hoseok’s tone with a plead.
Hoseok paused, eyes blinking wide, anger swimming now with confusion and…a slight crack in the seams, a glimpse into Hoseok’s heart shimmering in his eyes, “What…?”
“ I. Love. You.” Yoongi reiterated. “Not anybody else, there is nobody else. I came back for you . I love you and I should have never left you. I understand that. I’m so sorry …” Yoongi stated, tears streaming down his cheeks now, but he carried on, steadfast. “I don’t know why you blocked me. I can only assume it’s because I left you, and I wanted to come back. I tried to come back but I couldn’t afford the flight back. But yes, I should have just gotten a bus, I should have just hitchhiked. I should have ran. I should have found a way because if I would have known that I’d hurt you so much I…”
Hoseok was shaking his head, numb, “Wait…what? I don’t…I don’t understand…hyung I don’t understand…”
Yoongi took the fact that Hoseok was referring to him as hyung again as an invitation to step closer, “Jung Hoseok, there was not a single day that went by that I did not miss you. That I did not hate myself for being so far from you. I love you, Hoseok, I’ve loved you for years.”
“But…” Hoseok felt like he was drowning, like he was struggling to breathe, “But you were in love with someone else—”
“ What could I have ever done to give you the impression that there could have been anyone but you?! What did I do to make you think so little of who you are to me?” Yoongi grappled with the thought alone, desperate to understand.
“The letter…” Hoseok’s voice was a whisper now, broken.
Yoongi’s head was now swarming with scenarios, and none of them good. He squared his jaw, “Hoseok, please, you have to understand that I never sent you a letter. I should have, when my phone was broken that week I should have. But I was so consumed with work and school I didn’t think of it. I was just trying to get to the library to try and connect with you again.”
Hoseok shook his head harder this time, tears wallowing in his voice, “No. No, Yoongi you sent me a letter —”
“I did not.” Yoongi whispered, something soft and gentle and he was coming in, collecting Hoseok in his arms. So slow, a moment that Hoseok could reject at any time.
But he didn’t.
“Hoseok, I didn’t even have stamps. How could I write you a letter?” Yoongi whispered into Hoseok’s hair. Their embrace was like a balm, the sweetest balm to the open wounds at his chest.
“You typed it.” Hoseok choked.
If Yoongi didn’t have Hoseok there in his arms, his blood would be boiling. “Hoseok, I didn’t have a computer to type with until my second year.” Yoongi swallowed, “Who…who sent you this letter? What did this letter say?”
“I don’t understand…” Hoseok shook his head.
“Please, talk to me. I’m here now. Please.” Yoongi pleaded.
Hoseok leaned back, eyes red from crying as they met Yoongi’s own, “You really didn’t send that letter? You told me that what we had was fun but that you found someone new. That it’s over and you…” Hoseok’s voice trembled despite himself, “That you are not willing to hear anything more. That it was final.”
Yoongi felt sick.
“Hoseok…” Yoongi reached for Hoseok’s cheeks, cupping them both amd making sure their eyes were connected, “I have never, never , even thought such a thing. I don’t know who sent you that letter pretending to be me…” Yoongi grit his teeth, “But they are going to pay for ever making you think such things. For taking you away from me for so long .”
“But it was from you!” Hoseok tried to argue weakly, unable to prevent any more tears from falling. Yoongi took it upon himself to wipe them all away.
“Why didn’t you talk to me? Was this when my phone broke?” Yoongi asked, “You know that I wouldn’t do or say anything like that…why didn’t you talk to me?”
Hoseok sniffed, “Because yes, your phone was broken and Jun and Jimin said that I should block you. Jun kept saying it’s the only way to move forward and Jimin agreed…Jun even deleted my social media accounts…”
Yoongi’s brows knit together. “Interesting.”
“Hyung…what does this mean? Who sent me that letter if you didn’t?” Hoseok asked, looking up at Yoongi as if he had all the answers in the universe. As if he would reach out and make everything ok again.
And damn, if Yoongi wasn’t going to do that.
Yoongi wrapped Hoseok back up in his arms, pressing them close together in an embrace. “It means that someone was trying to stop our communication and make you think that I didn’t love you. But the truth is that I’ve never stopped loving you, Jung Hoseok.”
“Oh…” Hoseok whimpered into Yoongi’s shoulder, “I’m such an idiot hyung…”
“Not my princess.” Yoongi whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of Hoseok’s head, “We’re going to figure this out, but first, do you want to go somewhere a little more private? I want to hold you.”
Hoseok, for the first time since Yoongi had seen him in two years…
Smiled.
Which is how they ended up back at Hoseok’s apartment just down the street, with Hoseok placing a cup of warm herbal tea in Yoongi’s hands.
“Why are you smiling…?” Hoseok asked, tentative.
Yoongi looked up towards Hoseok who was moving to sit next to him, a cup of tea held in his own sweater paws. “Because you’re here. I found you.”
Hoseok looked down at his tea, pouting to try to hide the smile that etched at the corner of his lips. “You know, I’m still processing all of… this . I really thought you’d forgotten about me for two years.”
Yoongi nodded, “I can’t believe someone tried to make you think such a thing.”
Hoseok was quiet for a moment, his finger tracing the rim of his glass before he finally whispered, “It was supposed to be three years.” He started, unable to meet Yoongi’s gaze, “And it’s only been two. So you found me, but you’ll have to leave—”
“I’m done.” Yoongi interrupted, smiling more, “I’m done, babe. I finished. I’m done leaving you and I’m done with school.”
Hoseok looked back towards him, blinking again, “What…? How did you…”
Yoongi shrugged, “When you disappeared I knew I needed to come back and find you as quickly as possible. But I couldn't afford the flight. So I worked my ass off, maybe pulled a few strings with some professors and was able to work enough internships in my last semester to afford the flight back home to you.”
Hoseok couldn't believe what he was hearing. “You did all that…”
“For you.” Yoongi finished, fond oh so fond and now Hoseok was back in August two years ago. The summer they shared together. The one he swore his heart to, his whole life to.
For two years, Hoseok had been led to believe that this man who sat before him, who somehow managed the impossible just to see him…that Hoseok was led to believe that he left him.
“I’m sorry.” Hoseok’s voice cracked.
Yoongi shook his head, placing his tea on the coffee table and reaching to pull Hoseok into his arms, “No, please don’t apologize. Why would you apologize?”
“Because I thought you left me…but I was the one who left you …” Hoseok confessed, his voice guilt ridden and heartbroken. “I’m so sorry…”
“Please don’t apologize. Princess, if anyone were to write a letter like you described, I would also want you to block them on every platform possible.” Yoongi soothed, “You deserve so much better than that.”
Hoseok didn’t say anything, just choosing to lay in Yoongi’s warmth, in his comfort. He could feel the broken pieces of his heart coming together, mending and threading into something new, something stronger.
“Can I ask you something now, babe?” Yoongi asked softly.
Hoseok nodded, sniffling, “Of course hyung.”
“Why did you apply to teach at schools in Los Angeles California?” Yoongia asked, he knew Namjoon would give him shit when he found out he asked Hoseok, but that would be then, and this is now.
And now, Yoongi has Hoseok in his arms, and that is what mattered.
Hoseok leaned back, meeting Yoongi’s gaze with wide eyes of his own, “How did you…”
“I have my ways.” Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly, encouragingly.
Hoseok giggled, something light, hardly there, but it was enough to set Yoongi’s heart ablaze with endearment. “Wow, you’re just full of surprises now.”
“That’s what they say.” Yoongi smirked.
Hoseok smiled in turn, “I think you know exactly why I applied to teach at schools near you.” He huffed, “I thought it was fate when I got rejected by every single one and accepted into the only New York school I applied for. Jimin forced me to.”
Yoongi’s gaze softened to one so fond, he wanted to kiss Hoseok, “You were going to come find me…even after you thought I had sent that letter…”
Hoseok looked down, hiding his smile, “There really is no logical reason why I did that.” He chuckled, something wet again in his voice, “Or why every poem I write is about you. In some way shape or form. It’s always been you.”
“Oh Seok…” Yoongi reached out to cup Hoseok’s cheek, he wanted to kiss him, oh how he wanted to kiss him.
But Yoongi stopped himself, there was one more thing…
“I…I do have one more thing to ask you, princess.” Yoongi started suddenly, a little more nervous about the answer to this one.
“Anything.” Hoseok replied in a breath.
Yoongi exhaled, “There…well. Let’s just say I have a friend who’s good with looking people up. I…I saw some pictures of you and Jun…”
Hoseok’s hands flew up to cover his face immediately , “Oh my god.”
“Is…?” Yoongi paused, confused.
Hoseok’s ears were turning red, “That’s so embarrassing. ”
“What are you talking about?” Yoongi couldn't begin to understand what Hoseok was talking about.
Hoseok peeked through his fingers, “Jun liked me hyung, like, he really liked me. I don’t know why…” Hoseok’s hands fell back down to his lap, “Jimin and I don’t hang out with him anymore. But near the end, right before we moved out here Jun made me extremely uncomfortable on multiple occasions.”
“I see…” Yoongi started to understand.
“I told him I wasn’t interested, that it really was going to take me a long time if I ever did get over you…and at first he was understanding but then he just started to get… impatient ? It was…I don’t know. I’ll spare you the details but long story short, he was not the friend that I thought he was.” Hoseok explained.
“If he did anything to make you feel uncomfortable, babe, then he's as good as dead in my book.” Yoongi replied, a wrench in his gut again, “You don’t…you don’t think that Jun had anything to do with that letter, do you?”
Hoseok shook his head, “No, no I mean how…” Hoseok’s shoulders dropped, “Well I…um…”
“It’s ok, you don’t have to think on it now if it’s painful.” Yoongi was quick to reassure, forgetting how traumatic that letter must have been.
“No, it’s ok it’s just…” Hoseok was thinking it through, processing all of the possibilities. “I think…well, he was the one who gave it to me. I never picked it up from my mailbox. And he insisted that I read it…and I think he was the one that insisted that I block…” Hoseok moved to reach for his phone, “I think I need to talk to Jimin about this.”
“Would he know?” Yoongi raised a brow.
Hoesok shrugged, the call going into voicemail but a text was sent back immediately.
Park Jimin
Hey sorry in a team meeting what’s up?
Jung Hoseok
It’s ok! Do you remember that letter that Yoongi sent me?
Park Jimin
Of course I do. That letter was a pivotal part of Hobi hyung lore :(
Jung Hoseok
Yeah… :((
Do you think Yoongi hyung maybe didn’t send it?
Park Jimin
What do you mean? Hobi hyung, we talked about this…
Jung Hoseok
I know, I know but…what if…maybe Jun? Like what if he had something to do with it?
“He’s not responding.” Hoseok frowned, looking up towards Yoongi who was also reading the messages.
Yoongi nodded, rubbing Hoseok’s back, “It’s ok, babe. He’ll respond.”
A ping brought both of their attentions back to the phone.
Park Jimin
I’ll be totally honest with you Hobi hyung…I had my suspicions. Now I don’t want this to hurt your healing process at all…
Jung Hoseok
It won’t, it’s ok, I promise
I just want to know:(
Park Jimin
When we were parting ways from Jun right before we moved to NYC together…he told me that he tried really hard and couldn't do it. Even with Yoongi out of the picture now. He said that he had this big plan and he still wasn’t able to make you love him…
I never asked further, I don’t even know why he told me that
I just told him that you need time, that what you and Yoongi hyung had was something out of a story book.
But it just got me thinking…
Like what was that big plan? How long was he trying to get you to love him instead?? You know
But it’s all in the past now, and we’re living our best hot bitch single life right? I’ll be home a little later tonight with the projects running over but we can talk about it more tonight if you want! Love ya!
Hoseok blinked at the phone, and then looked back up towards Yoongi, “I…I think we have reason to believe that maybe…”
“I’m going to fucking murder that shit.” Yoongi was seeing red, “He tried to take you away from me so that he could have you. And then he made you feel uncomfortable —” Yoongi had to stand up, starting to pace around the room. “That fucker. So much lost time …we could have had so much more time—”
“ This is a lot to take in…” Hoseok was still struggling just with the fact that Min Yoongi was here right now. Standing in front of him. In his apartment. “But…I don’t know if anger is the proper response anymore hyung…he’s gone, out of my life now. And…he never told me the truth…”
Yoongi ran a hand through his bangs. “I should have never left.”
Hoseok shook his head, moving to stand with Yoongi, “No, no hyung you graduated. You’re a lawyer that can help musicians find justice and have more autonomy over their music now! You worked so hard, that’s amazing.”
“But I left my heart here.” Yoongi replied, something sad in his eyes, “And I allowed you to get hurt. I wasn’t here to protect you…”
“I don’t always need protection.” Hoseok smiled, “But I might always need you…I…hyung I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I should have just found a way to talk to you. I should have trusted my gut and talked to you about the letter before blocking any way of contacting you.”
Yoongi shook his head, cupping Hoseok’s cheek with the palm of his hand, “Please don’t apologize for protecting yourself, princess. I’m sorry for not finding you sooner. I should have come back for you.”
Hoseok leaned into the touch, smiling, “You did.” He whispered, “You found me, you kept your promise…even when I thought you never would, I think my heart knew that you always would come back.”
“I will always come back.” Yoongi rested his forehead against Hoseok’s own, “In every lifetime, in every season, I’ll always come back to you.”
Hoseok giggled, tearful and happy, “It’s like all along there was some kind of invisible string, tying me to you. Even after all this time.” Hoseok’s eyes fluttered, so full of love and fondness, it had Yoongi falling for him all over again, all the way from the beginning. “Hyung…is there anything else you want to ask me?”
And Yoongi knew immediately, his smile big and gum filled as he cleared his throat, “Jung Hoseok, the most beautiful man in the world, would you do me the honor of being your boyfriend? Of showering you in flowers and sweets and kisses and dates? Late night chats and early morning strolls, of laughing with you and fighting with you and loving, with you?”
Hoseok exhaled, a smile so big, he felt like his heart might explode, “Hyung, I love you.” He whispered, smiling, “You should kiss me.”
And Yoongi didn’t need to be asked twice, diving in quickly yet with the gentlest of touches as he kissed Hoseok, holding him close and fast in his arms. He’d waited two years for this and even now, even after all this time, Hoseok was more beautiful, sweeter, warmer then Yoongi could have ever imagined.
His heart filled with something so full it could only be described as a gentle whisper between a chaste kiss, a loving embrace, an invisible string…
All's well that ends well, to end up...
with you.