Hoseok often claimed he didn’t know how it started, letting anyone who knew about it assume he was simply a sugar addict. Maybe he was addicted, just as addicted as the ill-tempered boy smoking his lungs black outside their motel room—Hoseok would never admit that, though. He wasn’t destructive like Yoongi, fire and smoke loving Yoongi. He just likes his chocolate, that’s all.

How the day that some might have called dreary had suddenly become full of animation in Yoongi's eyes, the way his heart convulsed and trembled at the sight of the new world in front of him.   That world was Hoseok. The color of the rain, the sky, the booth they were sitting at - it was all Hoseok.   (au where everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate)