Please...

Hold him close.

Make him happy.

Make him glad I'm not there.

Don't let him cry. If he cries, cheer him up somehow.

He liked music. Sing him to sleep if you have to.

Dance with him. He liked that, too.

Call him Suga. Compliment him.

Laugh with him.

Make him smile, make him fall in love.

Then fall in love with him. It's not hard, really. YoonGi is amazing. He's sweet like sugar, and soft and lazy so he doesn't take much effort, and he makes you feel like the only person in the whole world. He may be hard to approach, but give him time. I swear he's worth it.

Please, just make him feel loved.

           - Jimin

Hoseok got the letter a week after he had moved up to Seoul. It was in his mail, and it was sent to his apartment, but he was sure it was wrong. He had never heard of this Jimin or YoonGi person. It was odd.

But YoonGi did sound nice. "Hmm," he hummed, folding the paper gently and shoving it into his back pocket as he set out to meet Seokjin at the coffee shop. Seokjin had been living in Seoul for a few years now, and maybe he knew something about YoonGi or Jimin.

He got in the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby, calmly waiting for the elevator to get to the correct floor while he reread the letter.

Then fall in love with him. It's not hard, really. YoonGi is amazing.

I swear he's worth it.

Hoseok got out of the elevator and left the building right before he bumped right into someone on the sidewalk.

"Yah, Hoseok, are you awake? Pay attention," Seokjin giggled. Hoseok looked up and smiled at the older.

"Oh, hey," he greeted the guy halfheartedly, more focused on the piece of paper than his best friend. Of course, Seokjin was as curious as Hoseok seemed.

"What is it?"

"Some kind of letter, from some guy named Jimin. He wants me to take care of YoonGi for him, but I don't know who either of them is," the younger explained. "To be honest, I don't even know if he sent this to the right guy."

"Was it your address?" Seokjin asked.

"Yeah, but- I don't know, maybe he messed it up," Hoseok replied, doubting himself.

"Can I see?" The older asked. Hoseok nodded and handed him the paper, walking slower while Seokjin scanned the paper.

"Suga. Hmm," he said as he handed the paper back to Hoseok. The younger's eyes widened as he saw Seokjin bite his lip.

"You know something. I know you do. Who is he?" He asked.

"I know that nickname from somewhere. And the name, YoonGi, sounds familiar, too, but I can't remember where I heard it. Maybe Namjoon knows him, but I wouldn't know. I'm sorry, Hoseok," Seokjin said.

"Oh. It's c