Until You Learn to Love Yourself
He was always happy. Sunshine and rainbows and sparkly specks of perfection. At least in public. No one saw when Hoseok couldn’t be happy. No one saw him struggle to remain cheerful even when he felt like . No one saw that the smile didn’t always reach his eyes, or the hands that shook with the effort of simply being alive and awake. No one saw him question the choice to follow his dream and be an idol. No one except Yoongi. Yoongi was always there, always watching. Waiting with willing arms when Hoseok nearly collapsed at 3 in the morning because he had been practising for so long his body refused to stay upright, tears threatening to spill as he read more people tell him he wasn’t good enough yet. Yoongi would be anything he needed, even if wouldn’t admit it out loud. Anything to make the warmth return to Hoseok’s cheeks and the sparkly specks to lodge themselves in his eyes again.