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two years.

hope is the most painful feeling there is when everyone else but you has lost theirs.

yoongi's hope never stopped. he sat on a wooden chair, staring at nothing. his eye bags got worse day by day and his hair hasn't been brushed in days.

two years.

730 days of hoping for a better ending. but it's never coming, making hope the worst feeling.

yoongi held a small photo of his beloved, wondering where he went wrong.

"where are you, hoba?" yoongi asked. "i've looked everywhere for you."

yoongi thought for a moment. the silence slowly started to get to him. no giggle there to keep him hopeful.

"i don't want to play anymore." yoongi kept his stare, "please come out."

the faint sound of a sweet laugh filled yoongi's mind. his thoughts revolved around that longing laugh. it felt like walls closing up on him and crushing him by the second.

the moment he loses hope, is the moment he knows he's dead.

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