Chapter 7 (1/1)

20th December , 2 years ago Despite the cold outside he still enjoyed to walk home from university by foot . He should have hated the one hour distance and , as any smart person would tell him , he should have taken the bus ; but the thing was , he didn't . He did not hate the cold nor the relatively long distance . His clothes were providing enough warmth for him to not get disturbed and the crisp air was allowing him to think more freely , to let his thoughts wander to places of his mind he seldom allowed himself to visit .It was the 20th of December so his mother would soon start hanging decorations around the house ; his father , too , had to bring the Christmas tree one of those days . The holiday was of great importance in their family . They were not too religious but they loved having another reason to celebrate , to share love and warmth with each other and with the ones around them .He was a lucky kid , he knew that . To have a family so caring , so protective , so loving ... it was almost unheard of for people like him . Yet , he had  it . Every time somebody bullied him for being different he knew he had his parents there for him so it made things just a little bit more tolerable . He had his soft mother that turned into a lioness protecting her cub when she realized somebody messed again with her child and he had his father that learned him to stand up against his bullies . He had his father teaching him ever since he was nothing but a tiny , four years old boy that he had nothing to be ashamed for , that he should be proud of himself so he should always walk with his head high because he was a smart boy , one destined to do great things .There were no words in any language strong yet sensitive  enough to describe how much he adored his parents ; there really weren't . In spite of all of these though , his happiness was always spoilt due to the fact that Hoseok was not there . He was on the other side of the country , alone . He did not have any Christmas tree or pretty fairy lights like the one Yoongi's mother hung on his bedroom's walls ... not even the slightly over baked but still edible gingerbread men that his father's made .  Of course , Hoseok never told him about this . As much as the slightly younger boy was  a chatterbox there were a lot of things that he kept to himself , shadowed between the folds of his soul . Yoongi would have never known about these had it not been for Hoseok's confused face when Yoongi told him one day about how , despite being a teenager now , he kept singing Christmas carols to his parents on Christmas Eve .Ever since that day no holiday was the same for Yoongi because he still remembered that day and how pretty the summer sun's light fell on Hoseok's tanned skin  and how the younger boy's eyes glimmered with something akin to sadness even though he was still smiling and how Yoongi could not continue talking about his family's traditions because Hoseok never had that and that knowledge broke his heart into pieces  ; but he promised himself one thing then : he swore that one day he would give Hoseok the best Christmases ever , and the best Easters and birthdays and they would make new traditions and Hoseok would smile so much his eyes would turn into those pretty half moons that made Yoongi's heart flutter because Hoseok was made from all the wonders in the world so he never wanted to see that sad glimmer in his eyes again .Yoongi loved his parents enough to affirm he would die for them without a blink and really mean it but he loved Hoseok enough to affirm he would live for him because life was a rollercoaster full of hatred and pain for him most of the time but Hoseok was there for him every step of the way . Hoseok was right beside him trough every mishap and wrongdoing . Hoseok held  his hand trough every adventure , from the small ones to the big ones ; and life was an awfully big adventure , one he looked forward to if that meant Hoseok was going to be there . His family was his home , his roots . His mother and father were his beginning , his pillars that helped him grow and mature ... but Hoseok was the air he breathed .Yoongi was never good with human stuff like feelings but he was a genius when it came to machinery and he knew that , just like how a machinery had a core , an essence , humans had a soul . The cores of different pieces of machinery could be different , opposite , complementary or identical ; he did not know much about how human souls were or how they worked ; what he did know , though , was that his soul and Hoseok's were just the same and that was such a precious and rare thing to happen so he should treasure it forever .Lost in his thoughts , it took him a few moments to realize that he already reached his destination .The house was warm and welcoming and he always took solace in the feeling of returning to it - even when the realization that he left Hoseok behind once again was cutting trough his heart , drawing out blood and anguish ." You're home already ? " his mother asked and it seemed they were mutually shocked by each other's presence .After all , he still had three more hours worth of classes while his mother was supposed to be on a business trip for another day ." I skipped . " he said knowing his mother was not the type to scold him about it . She knew he was old enough to know the importance of proper education and why he should never skip just for the sake of it . " How was your trip ? "" Better than expected . " his mom responded smiling mischievously . " I had to talk with this guy that supposedly is really stern . I was quite tense before it but he turned out to be really amiable and agreed to my request . Said it would be beneficial to both parties or so .... nothing that I did not know already . Anyway , enough of this . You know how much I hate talking about my work when I could talk about much more interesting things . For example , you should check your room . "While his mother was never into the whole buying presents thing , every time she did it they were always spot on so Yoongi did not need to be told twice before dashing to his room .He expected a book , or another high tech electronic device . Not in his wildest dream did he expect ...He was lying there , on his bed , his lithe frame covered by Yoongi's favorite blanket , the fluffy purple one that felt like a cloud . His hair was messily arranged on the pillow , his eyes closed , and his mouth slightly open . He was more beautiful that ever and he took Yoongi's breath away . Probably , for anyone else , it would not have been such a grand scene ... but Hoseok was there , sleeping soundly on his bed and Yoongi could swear his mind and heart never felt at such ease as they did in that moment ... because Hoseok was there and that was the only thing he ever wished for .