'Love is patient, love is kind.'

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There were four days left of camp. Four more days of bliss. Four more days of spending every hour with their best friends, laying in the sun and generally enjoying life.

As Hoseok looked over at Yoongi he thought about the past month. He was frustrated at how the boy still remained slumping, his brows furrowed in sorrow as he wallowed in his own sadness.

This month had been the worst of his life. Having to watch Yoongi obsess over Jimin everyday - someone who didn't even feel the same day - when he was right there, ready to give all his love in a heartbeat, was torture. But he covered his pain with a painted on smile, not that Yoongi would have noticed that he was sad anyway. He was too wrapped up in his own life.

Four days. Four days until they all went back to their own lives. Yoongi would go back to Daegu where he would battle rap with the Christian Youth Club, and Hoseok would return to Gwangju where he would think wistfully about the other. It was better to crush on someone far away because they felt less real. Having to spend every single day with them was hell.

Four days.

In four days he would never have to see Yoongi again. In four days he could go home and never return to the camp.

What was the harm is just coming out and saying it?

These feelings were begging to be released. They had been building up for too long, bubbling under the surface and causing Hoseok intense pain all summer. He had cried enough tears, he had stayed quiet for too long.

"You're a self-centred asshole," Hoseok said jokingly to Yoongi, going over to sit next to him and placing an arm around him.

"I just don't understand how I spent all that time pining over someone who never felt the same way," Yoongi muttered, wiping a stray tear from his cheek, "I don't even feel sad. I just feel embarrassed. And stupid."

"You should never feel stupid for loving someone," Hoseok mumbled, pulling Yoongi into a hug, "Love is stupid by principle. What's the point of loving if you don't love with your whole heart? Maybe that's stupid, but it's better than not allowing yourself to love in fear of the rejection."

Yoongi nodded, not hearing the strained nature of Hoseok words. Because now Hoseok was crying, his own tears falling down his face which he wiped away before Yoongi would notice. But best friends are almost telepathic, and Yoongi noticed these tears before Hoseok could think of a lie to explain them.

"You never tell me what's going on in your head," Yoongi mumbled, now being the one to press Hoseok into his arms, "I wish you would let me in."

"I would scare you away if I did," Hoseok replied, voicing his darkest fear.

He was scared that if he ever told Yoongi, the other would run away forever. And for a while that had made living with all these unrequited, hidden feelings okay, because at least by hiding them it meant he got to keep Yoongi.

"You would never scare me," Yoongi whispered, "Sometimes I think you're the most perfect person on earth."

"I love you," Hoseok said, his voice barely louder than the gusts of wind around them, "I love you with all my heart. Watching you this past month has been like flagellation. My heart hurts, and it's weary, and it's tired of lying to you."

There a was a moment of silence as Yoongi allowed himself to think, and for Hoseok to curse himself for what he had said.

Yoongi looked down at the boy in his arms. The boy who had been there for him nearly all his life. His best friend. Perhaps he had been blinded by his crush on Jimin, so blinded that he hadn't been able to see what was in front of him this whole time.

Because Hoseok was perfect. The pair were inseparable. They knew each other like the back of their hands, they stayed up late at night talking about lyrics and the existential crisises of humankind, and they never laughed as hard as when they were together. Maybe Hoseok had been too perfect. Maybe Yoongi had been too afraid to let himself wonder 'what if'.

What is love? When Yoongi looked at the vulnerability in Hoseok's eyes and his own heart felt like it was being cut open, he began to think that maybe he knew truly understood it at all.

"I think I may love you too," Yoongi replied back, his brain and heart now working in sync as they began to piece together the confusion and the lies he had been telling himself for months.

Where else did he feel at home other than in Hoseok's arms? Who else made him feel like he was floating on clouds other than Hoseok? Why else would his heart be beating a thousand miles an hour as he looked into his childhood friend's eyes if it wasn't for love?

Raising his head at Yoongi's words, Hoseok was now facing him. Neither said a word as both of them tried to process exactly what was happening. And then they both leaned forward and their lips met in messy unison.

If Paradise was a real place, they were both sure it was between their lips. Hungry, happy, and most of all lovingly, the pair kissed until they both pulled away breathless.

It was like the world had come into focus, and both of them finally understood the turbulent nature of their inner emotions.

Love was the answer.

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fuck yeah, my baby hobi finally happy.

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