PART 1 — After all these years...

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Jung Hoseok lied down on the double-sized bed in the huge bedroom. He looked at the ceiling in the dark room and drew small circles on the soft fabric of the sheets. A heavy sigh ran away from between his lips as the latter tried his best to think about some beautiful and happy things — pretty flowers, good food, music... Min Yoongi.

The thought of the pink-haired latter brought a smile on Hoseok's lips as he imagined his picture on the ceiling. He imagined every perfect inch of Min Yoongi's face and tried to see it clearly in the ceiling. Yoongi's pink hair, small eyes and plump, slightly pink lips. Every small detail of Yoongi's face was pictured on the ceiling of their bedroom just for a second. 

Hoseok was a person who didn't fall in love easily but with Min Yoongi it had always been different. When the black-haired latter saw Yoongi for the first time he felt his heart racing hardly against his chest and erasing everything else around him — which wasn't a familiar feeling for Hoseok. He hadn't fallen in love so quickly before Min Yoongi.

As time passed, Yoongi and Hoseok found themselves building a strong relationship. They had many good and bad memories together and Hoseok always liked to think back to them every night before falling asleep. They had many people against their relationship but the hardships made them stand even more stronger. Together they were brave enough to go over every obstacle and handle any situation they came across — but when Min Yoongi disappeared from Hoseok's side, the black-haired latter felt weaker than ever. He cried more often without any specific reason. Hoseok wanted to jump off a cliff or take an overdose of pills just to erase the pain lingering inside him. But the fact that someday Min Yoongi might be back stopped the latter from doing so. The fact that one day Hoseok could be able to hold Min Yoongi in his arms and kiss his lips stopped him from doing anything stupid.

At first Hoseok had counted every single day that passed by. At first he wrote one letter a day and sent it for his lover but after a while he had forgotten it. He didn't have energy to count the days because it had been too long — he didn't have energy to write letters because there were no answers for them. Hoseok felt like he had been abandoned like a stray dog but Min Yoongi had promised to come back and even though Hoseok was often called stupid because he kept waiting for so long... He still believed in Yoongi's words.

The time had been moving forward so slowly that Hoseok didn't even care anymore — everyday felt like the same because he just simply couldn't care anymore. He woke up at eight in the morning and went to work and after that he went outside to eat with his friends. After eating he would return home and lay on the big, double-sized bed in their bedroom. While thinking about him. 

Hoseok had one favorite memory he liked to think about every day. It was a memory which Hoseok would never forget.

It was their first meeting.

"Jimin is going to introduce us to his new friend", Jungkook, the youngest one of their group smirked and made everyone else chuckle heavily.

"Is he actually a friend this time or is Jimin just ing him?" Namjoon opened his mouth and rubbed his temples. Hoseok couldn't help but give a small laugh and secretly agree with the blonde one — very often Jimin's new friends were only his buddies and after a few weeks they'd disappear.

"I hope it's a friend", Seokjin said and sighed heavily. "I'm worried about him. He has too many boyfriends nowadays", the latter spoke in a motherly way like he always did. Others sent him bored glares and that made the broad-shouldered man reach his hands in the air innocently. "What? There's nothing wrong with being worried over someone. What if he gets HI-"

"High? Too high?" Jimin suddenly appeared into the living room and made everyone flinch in their seats. "No, I didn't take any drugs today but I'm glad to hear that you're worried. I promise I won't get too high, Jin-hyung", the red-haired boy grinned before turning to look at a male standing right next to him with expressionless look on his face. "Everyone, this is Min Yoongi. Yoongi, this is everyone", Jimin introduced the male with pride sparkling all over his face.

"Hey", Yoongi said and gave a quick half-smile. Jimin sat down on the couch and Yoongi made himself comfortable sitting next to him — and Hoseok found himself studying the stranger more than usually. He had pink hair and very attractive eyes and Hoseok couldn't help but feel his heart skipping a beat just because of the man's good looks. A sigh ran away from between the black-haired one's lips when he turned to look away and tried to catch on what the others were talking about.

"...and that's what our Hoseok is like", Jungkook said and turned to look at the the older one who had been spacing out with care. Hoseok turned to look at the youngest one with wide eyes and furrowed his eyebrows. 

"I'm what?" He asked and tried to look as innocent as he could. "I was listening to you but somehow that part..."

"Went in from your right ear and straight out of your left one? Yeah, we hear that almost every day. He's not good at listening to other people's conversations if he doesn't find it interesting", Jungkook explained and sent a smirk towards Hoseok. The older one snorted heavily and rolled his eyes before crossing his hands over his chest. He wasn't in the mood for protesting so he let it slide.

After a while of chatting with each other everyone had decided to start doing their own things. Seokjin was in the kitchen with Namjoon — probably ing each other on top of a kitchen counter or something like that — and Jimin announced that he needed to meet someone, leaving the poor Yoongi alone with people he had only known for a few minutes. Jungkook on the other hand had headphones in his ears and he was sitting in a corner while playing a game on his phone. Taehyung who had been very quiet for the whole evening had disappeared somewhere and there was only Yoongi and Hoseok left in the living room.

The silence between them was heavy and neither one of them knew what to do. Hoseok was tapping his fingers against the fabric of his jeans and tried to think about something to say, while Yoongi was busy examining the smallest details of the living room. The black-haired male glanced at the other one before rubbing his neck awkwardly and giving a small laugh. "So... How are you?" Hoseok asked and bit his lower lip. Even though the question wasn't anything special and just a very lame question he didn't know what else to say. The other male shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at Hoseok.

"Fine, I think. Just feeling slightly weird because my friend left me alone with a bunch of strangers and I don't even know whose house this is", the pink-haired one chuckled and Hoseok nodded his head. "And how are you?" Yoongi returned the question.

"I'm fine", Hoseok said shortly and turned to look at his socks. They were a pretty pair of socks — or actually it wasn't even a pair of socks since they both were totally different. Other was a white one with red stripes and other one was yellow with ducks on it. Hoseok didn't even know why he had picked up socks like that which didn't even match at all but at that moment there really wasn't anything he could do about it. "This is Seokjin's house. The one in the kitchen with that blonde creeper", Hoseok explained in case Yoongi didn't remember all of their names yet. "Where do you live?" The dark-haired male asked to keep the conversation going.

"Not too far from here. Just a few houses away", Yoongi told and nodded his head. "Nice pair of socks you have there", he said and pointed his index finger towards Hoseok's socks. The other male raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Yoongi before looking back at his socks.

"Yeah..." He muttered and hid his feet under the coffee table in front of him. "So, how's Jimin?" Hoseok tried his best to change the subject. He wasn't really feeling that excited of talking about his socks — it was kind of embarrassing.

"He's funny. But kind of erted", Yoongi told and shrugged his shoulders. "He has pinched my more than all of my ex-boyfriends together", the pink-haired latter told with a small laugh. 

"Yeah, sounds like our Park Jimin", Hoseok nodded his head and couldn't help but agree. Jimin was that type of a friend who was poking your and touching your private places all the time — he sometimes even sneaked into the bathroom when someone was taking a shower and took some pictures. And that's why no one wanted Jimin's phone to get lost.

"It's kinda boring here", Yoongi sighed and stood up. "Do you want to come to my place?" He asked with a small smirk playing on his lips. Hoseok raised his eyebrows to make sure he had heard the other one right — Hoseok wasn't usually the one who got invited into someone's apartment just after five minutes of talking. "Only if you want to. I understand if you want to stay here and... just admire your beautiful socks."

Hoseok snorted heavily before standing up and nudging Yoongi's arm. "Let's just go."

Hoseok's smile slowly faded away as the memory of the night came to it's end. That day everything had been perfect — and even though Yoongi had invited him to visit his place with a playboy smirk playing on his lips nothing special had happened. They just talked about everything and laughed together at lame jokes — they even watched a horror movie even though Hoseok had tried to protest with all he got. He had been so scared during the movie that he had been clinging on Yoongi's arm without even noticing it — and Yoongi was a nice guy who liked to tease Hoseok with that.

But somehow the memory of them meetin