Jungkook was sat staring in amazement at Hoseok.

After the emotional reunion the four of them had settled for sitting and sipping on some hot drinks wanting to share their feelings, experiences and thoughts about the past year; they also wanted to celebrate the return of their hyung, but they didn’t say that aloud, it was like a silent agreement.

Hoseok was messily slurping his hot chocolate when Jimin gingerly rolled his eyes at the mess before wiping his mouth with a napkin.

It was familiar, it was refreshing, it was just what Hoseok needed.

To be honest at the beginning of this journey Hoseok did not know if he’d be able to make it, if he’d be able to return back home.

He almost did not.

He could remember how hard it was for time to prepare his farewell couldn’t imagine how hard it would have been for them to accept it.

In his short stay with Namjoon he had been told about the situation and reaction to his letters, it did break his heart to know hat he had hurt them so bad.

It made him feel like a scum head the fact that because of him they had fallen into depression.

He felt sorry, the last thing on earth that he would want to do is hurt his lovers.

They were to special, they were irreplaceable.

That’s why he would not be surprised if they hated him a little.

It would be fully justified,