"Hyung! Over here!"
A pink-haired boy perked up at the familiar voice, his eyes scanning the bustling airport until they landed on a figure waving enthusiastically at him.
There he was—his best friend.
A grin spread across his face as he ran toward the man, dropping his bags carelessly before throwing himself into a tight embrace.
"Woah, Hoseok-hyung," the younger boy giggled, wrapping his arms around him like he never wanted to let go.
"You’re still as affectionate as ever," the man chuckled, rubbing his back in comfort.
"Shut up," Hoseok scoffed, hugging him even tighter in response.
The younger boy laughed, finally pulling back. "Speak a language I can understand, will you?"
"Oh—right." Hoseok scratched the back of his head sheepishly. He had to get used to speaking more Korean now that he was finally back home.
"Do you wanna go home first before heading to your apartment?" his friend asked, already reaching for Hoseok’s bags.
"Yeah, I’ll stay home for the weekend and start moving into the apartment during the week," Hoseok replied, picking up the last of his luggage.
"Sounds like a plan. School doesn’t start for another two weeks, so you’ve got plenty of time, hyung."
Hoseok nodded, his lips curving into a warm smile. "And I get to spend all that time with you."
The younger boy’s cheeks flushed a deep red. "Ugh, shut it, hyung. You always say stuff that makes me embarrassed."
Hoseok only laughed, shaking his head. "Let’s go home."
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"You have to leave tomorrow?!" A little girl pouted up at the man, her round eyes already shimmering with tears.
"Yeah, I do," Namjoon said softly, crouching down to meet her eye level, his dimpled smile gentle but firm.
"But why?" Her tiny voice cracked, and fat teardrops began rolling down her cheeks.
A teasing voice interrupted them. "Namjoon, what did you do to my daughter?"
"Noona," Namjoon sighed, standing up to face his sister.
"Mama, Joonie is leaving," the little girl whimpered, clinging onto her mother’s dress.
"He has to, my love. He’s so smart that he got a scholarship to the best university in Seoul," her mother explained, brushing her daughter’s hair tenderly. "Don’t you want Joonie to become an important man?"
"But he’s already so big," she argued, her tiny brows furrowed in confusion.
Namjoon burst into laughter, his deep voice filling the room. His sister soon followed, both of them amused at the little girl’s innocent logic.
The child, however, only looked more confused.
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"Yoongi, make sure you don’t forget anything, okay?" His mother fussed, neatly folding his shirts into his suitcase.
"Yes, Mom," he sighed, already used to her endless worrying.
"Do you want to bring your guitar?" she asked, holding it up hesitantly.
Yoongi hesitated. "I don’t know... Will I even have time for music?"
His mother gave him a knowing look. "Why not? You should still do what you love. Besides, making music helps you de-stress, doesn’t it?"
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6oulmate||polyamory
Fanfiction-polyamory I AM BACK! A black mark surrounding your pinky like a ring reminds you of your soulmate that you have yet to meet knowing that when you do it's going to become red letting you know you've found the one but what happens when the mark...
