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“Hoseok, please don’t do anything stupid,” Yoongi begs as he holds the selfie camera over both their heads, noticing the spark of mischief in Hoseok’s eyes through the screen.
“Hyung! Your lack of confidence hurts my feelings.” Hoseok’s mouth is downturned in its signature triangle pout, a cruel move on Hoseok’s part. He knows how much it melts Yoongi’s heart whenever he does that, his baby dimples peeking.
“Yes and your lack of social awareness hurts my pride. Remember, we’re here on business and if anyone asks, don’t say anything about ghosts, I’m begging you. The last time you did that we had to be stopped for a psyche evaluation.” Yoongi continues watching his surroundings through the selfie cam, one of two they brought since Jungkook couldn’t tag along for this particular trip and they are on their own for the first time, just the two of them.
“Yes, Hyung” Hoseok whines while still trying to adjust the lighting on his own selfie camera to capture the best angle of himself possible. Yoongi just looks at him worriedly.
Five minutes later, Yoongi hears Hoseok going through customs and saying, “We’re ghost hunters, we’re here to hunt ghosts.” He sighs.
Supernatural Season Blooper Outtakes
Hoseok: That ghost’s got a great ass
Yoongi: I’m gonna give that thing a high five with my butt cheek
Hoseok: We could give each other a high five with our butt cheeks
[both laughing uncontrollably]
Jungkook: [behind the camera] This isn't what I signed up for
3 years ago, Hoseok had been a typical first-year freshman: inexperienced, naive, overly ambitious and broke. He adapted just fine to college life but he still saw himself as the childish kid from Gwangju wondering what the heck he was doing in America so far away from his friends, his parents, his home.
On his first day, he had somehow stumbled into his dorm room and all but bumped into his new roommate. He heard his voice before he saw his face and immediately, Hoseok’s homesickness had rushed to the surface, tears bubbling with his shaking form because the cursing he had heard was in an all too familiar tongue and shit this was not how his first impression on his new roommate was supposed to be but he couldn’t help the tears that escaped. His roommate panicked and rushed to comfort him although his hands were hovering and useless (which Hoseok later learned was because Yoongi had absolutely no idea how to comfort someone).
In the end, after hours of messy introductions and Yoongi awkwardly promising to look out for Hoseok since he was his senior, you know as a fellow homesick Korean, he had said, Hoseok had found comfort in Min Yoongi.
He found out that Yoongi wasn’t all that different from him in the ambition aspect. The same way Hoseok was a dancer and yet had business as his major, Yoongi was an aspiring music producer but architecture was his major (mostly to soothe his parents’ worries but Hoseok also learnt that Yoongi has a weird obsession with furniture and interior design). Yoongi worked at the local coffee shop near their college to pay for his school fees and occasionally shared the songs he created in his free time with Hoseok.
He had a small studio that he rented out in the music wing where he spent most of his free time outside of work and school, producing with Namjoon - a Psychology and Sound Engineering double major - and it was where Hoseok would go whenever he wanted to look for him, or just whenever he needed to relax, always knocking on Yoongi’s studio door with offerings of food and drinks.
He would sit behind Yoongi as he produced, listened to the melody that echoed out of Yoongi’s MIDI and let the music calm him. He would close his eyes and listen to the scratching of Yoongi’s pen against his notepad as he wrote lyrics, hoping that one day the world would hear his songs.
His friendship with Yoongi and Namjoon had earned him an acquaintance - and after a few days, a friend - in freshman Jimin Park, the Math major who, like Hoseok, danced in his free time. They often booked one of the dance studios, bouncing choreography off one another and freestyling the night away until Yoongi would come with dinner and lug Hoseok’s tired body back to the dorms.
In his second year of college - Yoongi’s third - Hoseok itched for any form of release from the rigid routine of lectures, tutorials and assignments. He needed an outlet, so he turned to posting YouTube videos of himself dancing which, in turn, also led to vlogging. It wasn’t really much, but it made Hoseok the slightest bit happier to share his choreography and freestyling with the 70,000 people who would watch his channel and provide feedback in the comments, people who thought he was talented and funny and bright.
On one occasion, Yoongi had ended up in one of Hoseok’s vlogs, slightly buzzed and passionately debating the plausible theories of the death of some man or another. Yoongi often had useless trivia - somewhat like an encyclopedia of useless information - stored in his head and Hoseok was fairly used to Yoongi’s random tirades of conspiracy theories or knowing an uncomfortable amount of information about some woman’s death from 40 years ago but had never caught his ramblings on camera before. Amused, Hoseok had kept that particular bit in his vlog and posted it without much thought.
“Hoseok. Seok-ah. Seok. LISTEN I know who killed him.”
One viral video later, the unsolved series was born.
True Crime S1E1: The Mysterious Death of the Somertan Man
Hoseok: Well, I mean are your fingerprints in a database?
Yoongi: [slurring] Don’t they do it when you’re born
Hoseok: No!
Yoongi: Are you sure?
Hoseok: They do not fingerprint you when you’re born
Yoongi: EITHER WAY
They both, honestly, had not expected the kind of reaction Hoseok’s new vlog was receiving. Overnight, the video had somehow garnered over 500,000 hits, more than Hoseok had ever gotten on one of his dance videos. It was also trending at 4 on YouTube and he couldn’t understand why.
“Hyung they really like your video!!” Hoseok exclaimed, excitedly scrolling through what felt like endless comments about how interesting the information had been and how they hoped there would be more in the future.
“It’s your video, Seok. It’s your vlog.” Yoongi seemed pretty unaffected by the whole thing, maybe a little embarrassed if his flushed face was any indication but otherwise, his reaction was nowhere near the elation that Hoseok was displaying.
“But it’s your content that made it popular. Do you realize what this means, hyung?”
Yoongi finally turned away from the assignment he was typing out on his laptop - a bed away from where Hoseok was still scrolling through comments - to regard Hoseok.
“What does this mean?” He asked curiously, not quite understanding where Hoseok was going with this.
“It means we need to make more of these!” Hoseok gushed. “We could start a series! If those washed up YouTubers can make conspiracy theory videos about how every fast food franchise is poisoning us and get 2 million hits, we can do so much better with your crime theories. Imagine how popular it could be.”
“That’s…” Yoongi paused to sigh. “That’s a lot of work, Seok. We’re still just 2 college kids trying to pass classes and to add this…”
Yoongi struggled to put his worries into words.
“Vlogging and dancing was one thing, because you’re just naturally good at those things and it doesn’t take too much time but this would require thinking and preparing and script writing and editing. Do you really want to put in that much effort for a YouTube video?” Yoongi inquired.
“C’mon, hyung. Wouldn’t it be fun to get out of boring classes and assignments just to take an hour or two to indulge yourself in something you enjoy.” Hoseok placed his laptop aside to cross the distance between their beds to sit beside Yoongi, his shoulder brushing against the other’s. “I know you have music too and that’s great. But every day you tell me something new about a serial murder case you’ve read and you sound so exhilirated - which is worrying, by the way. Why are you always so happy about death?” Hoseok frowned at Yoongi as Yoongi laughed.
“Anyway, going off track. What I’m trying to say is, take a chance. This could go nowhere and we can chalk it up to college madness if your future employer ever asks about it. But it could also be a good way to pass time while we’re at it,” Hoseok reasoned and honestly, Yoongi didn’t have any argument for that.
So they made more videos, once every week, about a new serial killer or an odd death that Yoongi believed was murder. Yoongi wrote the script and Hoseok filmed and edited. They called it the Unsolved True Crime Series and with each episode, the views, likes and comments steadily increased, as did their popularity on the internet.
Nine episodes later, Hoseok got an email in his inbox that stunned him silent, staring dazedly at his screen, incredulous. Yoongi had returned to the dorm room only to find silence and Hoseok’s stiff form sitting in front of his now blank computer screen. Yoongi knew that look, knew Hoseok’s mind was running and mile a minute and approached him cautiously. Once he was close enough to Hoseok, he moved the mouse attached to Hoseok’s laptop to find out what exactly had caused his friend to shut down, only to let out a gasp of his own. They had gotten an email from Buzzfeed.
A few days later, they ventured out to Buzzfeed’s home base at the request of the main producers, who promised to discuss further details about the series they were suggesting.
They hadn’t planned for the unsolved series they created in the cramped space of their dorm room to explode into something so much bigger than either of them could have anticipated. Like Hoseok had mentioned to Yoongi before, they had only wanted this series to be a way to pass time, to overcome the mundaneness of college life, to feel something that even dance and music couldn’t make them feel, something that was just the two of them, sitting and bantering and laughing.
Yoongi and Hoseok stared at each other and then at the contract in front of them, hesitating and silently asking each other if this was what they wanted. But they both knew they were thinking the same thing: if they missed this opportunity, they wouldn’t know when it would come around again.
After a short meeting with the producers and executives, they signed the contract. There was no getting out of it now. They were officially a channel under Buzzfeed.
The first person who had greeted them had been Jungkook Jeon. “Hi my name is Jungkook and I’m going to be working with you on your team! I’m really ecstatic about murder! Wait no I didn’t mean it like that!” Jungkook was a young Buzzfeed talent, scouted straight after his highschool internship with the company because of his videography skills, a young prodigy in both filmmaking and video editing.
He was a college freshman now, eager and hardworking and they really admired him for being able to hold a full time job while starting a new phase in his life. Yoongi and Hoseok learned that Jungkook had been a big fan of their show, watching it religiously every week, a true fan of True Crime, and had accidentally mass sent a bunch of their YouTube links through the Buzzfeed email chain which prompted the main producers of Buzzfeed to check them out. Naturally, Jungkook begged to be assigned as their editor.
He was a cute kid, sparkly doe eyes and cute bunny teeth, an excited bounce in his step, always, but they would learn much later that he was a force to be reckoned with, a sneaky brat who knew how to get his way. They’d been extremely grateful to him. He was really the start of it all. The person who gave them their big break and most times, it felt like he was their kid.
And with Jungkook they developed a brand new editing style, a brand new format, one that, in Hoseok’s opinion, made the episodes even funnier by enhancing their banter, and made every episode come alive. Yoongi took charge of the script writing and Hoseok would occasionally add his own two-cents while he helped Jungkook edit the previous videos.
After officially being initiated into the ‘Buzzfeed family’ or at least, that was what the main producers called them, they had gotten closer to some of the other content creators, Yoongi finding a bit of home in Taehyung Kim who was American born and bred but whose family was from Daegu, Yoongi’s hometown. They also met Seokjin Kim, the oldest of them all, self-proclaimed social media expert, worldwide handsome and one of the gamers in Buzzfeed. They sought each other out, formed a close, tight-knit Korean community within the company and with the inclusion of Namjoon and Jimin, within the city. It felt comfortable. It felt like family.
The new Buzzfeed platform exposed them to an even larger audience of loyal Buzzfeed subscribers, who were apparently conspiracy theorists, if the breakout popularity of the newly reformed first season of the now renamed, Buzzfeed Unsolved was any metric to go by. Yoongi and Hoseok were suddenly thrust into minor internet celebrity-dom, with almost 300k subscribers on the separate Buzzfeed Unsolved channel. It was a bit overwhelming.
Hoseok had seen the tweets, seen the speculation and discussions about his relationship with Yoongi, he'd seen all the fanfiction, a terrifying amount of it (and if he's read some of it, no one needed to know). Mostly of Yoongi and Hoseok as a couple, even some of Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook whenever the youngest would show his face on camera or let his voice be heard chiming in sarcastically at random times. It wasn’t that Hoseok had a problem with the prospect, he was bisexual and he knew Yoongi was pansexual and wouldn’t care, either. But there was something about the idea of them being secretly in love with each other after 2 years of unresolved roommate tension, as one fic claimed, that hit a bit too close to home for Hoseok. He ignored it.
They produced more seasons, with bigger budgets, each somehow more popular than the last. People enjoyed watching them banter about this and that and their True Crime episodes were so explosively popular, Hoseok wondered if something else could be added to spice things up even more.
“I want to pitch an idea for a new series,” Hoseok suggested one day.
Yoongi watched him intently, confused more than anything, unaware that Hoseok had even been thinking about this. “Okay? I’m sure it’s great? You’re really creative, Seok.”
“I want to hunt ghosts,” Hoseok continued.
Yoongi is silent for a second, not any less confused. “Okay one, ghosts aren’t real and we both know that so we wouldn’t be hunting anything really. Two, you’re the biggest scaredy cat I know, Hoseok. The other day you screamed when a bird landed beside you at lunch.”
“Listen, it’s not my fault that devil of a creature decided to sneak up on me when my guard was down. Maybe I’m just scared of birds. That’s a thing you know. Ornithophobia. Look it up.”
"I don't think you're scared of birds, Seok. I think you're just scared period." Yoongi raised an eyebrow at him.
"You never know, I could've developed a fear of birds. When I was a kid I got chased by a seagull! Birds are scary!"
Yoongi huffed out a breath to cover his want to laugh. "That doesn't change the fact that ghosts aren't real."
"No, you're just a skeptic who doesn't believe in them. How would this new supernatural series be any different from our true crime one?" Hoseok argued back.
"True Crimes are based on fact-"
"And speculation, and theories and assumptions."
"Please let me have this, hyung," Hoseok pleaded with his down turned triangle pout and signature puppy dog eyes.
Yoongi didn’t know why he even tried when he knew he would relent to whatever Hoseok wanted. He was just too weak and who could blame him, really, when Hoseok was giving him that face. "Fine but you're in charge of the supernatural series and I'll stick to true crime."
"Yes! Yes ! You're the best, hyung. I promise this is gonna be so fun!"
Two weeks later, at one of the haunted buildings they were exploring, Hoseok screamed when a bird flew in through the door. He blamed his ornithophobia.
“My heart almost exploded, dude.”
“Your hard on exploded?”
“What?”
“What?”
Supernatural S3E2: Three Bizzare Cases of Alien Abduction
Hoseok: Her face and body were the Epitome of her Gender
Yoongi: This guy sounds a little creepy right now. Because you’d think if you were on a spaceship, internalizing a lot of information right now, you know, you’re surrounded by aliens and suddenly you see people and you’re not like “hey what the fuck is going on?”
Yoongi: Instead you’re looking at the aliens and going “hmm no blemishes”
Hoseok: [wheeze] “Smooth like porcelain”
Yoongi: “The epitome of her gender”
Hoseok: Sounds about straight
Yoongi: Sounds VERY straight
The supernatural series was a hit too, so far removed from what they were used to but apparently, Buzzfeed’s target audience also included weird people who, for some reason, wanted to fuck ghosts.
They traveled farther and farther to visit the most “haunted” locations. Each trip took a year off Yoongi’s life, but added more subscribers to their channel, and to Hoseok’s delight, more followers to his instagram filled with boyfriend-esque aesthetic pictures and videos of him dancing.
“Oh look, another bridge.”
“Do you think this bridge is owned by a GoatMan too?”
"I mean, considering we stole his previous bridge, maybe he had to move," Yoongi snickered.
"Would it be a dick move if we stole this one too?" Hoseok giggled at the idea.
"Don't say that! The fans are gonna change the Wikipedia for this bridge too and then we're going to get another strongly worded letter from Wikipedia."
True Crime S1E2: The Horrifying Unsolved Slaughter at Hinterkaifeck Farm
Yoongi: Dude it’s 1922
Hoseok: How do you lose???
Yoongi: Things get lost
Hoseok: That’s 6 heads!!
Hoseok: That’s so many heads
Hoseok: How do you lose that many heads?
Yoongi: I...the government, man
Hoseok: [laughing] The government
They made their way to the Winchester Mansion one evening, equipped with sleeping bags and pillows, much like all the other haunted houses and hotels where they could actually stay the night.
“Do you have anything to say to her, Yoongi? To the madam of the house?” Hoseok asked curiously, knowing Yoongi was going to reply with a stupid answer but wanting to hear it anyway.
“Yeah! Let’s tango baby, let’s dance,” Yoongi replied, his tone serious.
The three of them: Hoseok, Yoongi and Jungkook pile into the house, looking around as the door shut ominously behind them, a bit like symbolising their inability to escape this.
“Well,” Yoongi started. “Let’s start ghost hunting.”
From behind the camera, Jungkook added, "Why can't we call it ghost befriending instead of ghost hunting? What if the ghosts are good? Are we still going to hunt them? What if they're animal ghosts? If it's a ghost dog, it's still a good boy."
“Jungkook, is this really something we should be discussing while we’re in an old abandoned mansion?”
“Man I’m sorry if I don’t want the good ghosts to be labelled something they’re not.”
A sigh.
“Fine, we’ll call it ghost befriending,” Yoongi relented.
True Crimes S2E6: Creepy Murder in Room 1046
Hoseok: Right the plot thickens
Yoongi: It does indeed
Hoseok: This is a thick-ass plot
Yoongi: This one’s thick
Hoseok: This plot is thick as hell
Yoongi: Juicy, this is a juicy peach
Hoseok: A juicy ass peach
A year into their new career as crime theorists slash ghost hunters, a few months after Hoseok finally graduated from college and rented a small 2-room apartment together, Hoseok suddenly feels stuck.
The city feels stifling to Hoseok, feels like it’s choking the life from his body, like it’s bleeding him dry of creativity and robbing the joy he has. He doesn’t know why, doesn’t know why this shiny-dazzling-degenerate city, hollowed out but patched over with glamour to hide its inherently trivial existence, makes him feel so empty all of a sudden.
He isn’t usually like this. He’s bright, likeable and friendly, always surrounded by people and laughter. He’s all smiles and loudness and happiness, the personification of sunshine. He doesn’t feel very bright today, though, here in this too bright cafe in the early hours of the morning, one of the only three people including the barista. So here he sits, wondering what he’s doing with his life. He can’t seem to figure himself out.
Or maybe he just feels tired.
A fall to his knees, collapse on his bed and sleep the days away, crumple on himself and just be sort of tired.
He’s a mess, really.
He wonders to himself if this is all he is ever going to be, a YouTube personality who hunts ghosts and talks about death. Would his parents be proud? Would they be happy if they knew exactly what Hoseok was doing, such a far reach from what they had planned for him when they supported his decision to study in the US. At times like this, all he wants is to go home, and he doesn't just mean South Korea, he means home home in Gwangju where the air is familiar, where the people are familiar and where his family is.
His phone rings and he startles a little at the Sunmi song playing from his phone (a prank by Jimin that he ended up liking instead). His first thought is to ignore it; he isn’t in any mood to talk to anyone at the moment, but when he looks at the caller ID, Yoongi’s name flashing across the screen, his stomach clenches and his heart beats just the slightest bit faster. After a split second internal struggle, he makes up his mind. He picks up the phone.
“Hey Hoseok, you doing okay?” Hoseok feels like crying at the comforting tone Yoongi is using. Every time Hoseok has felt like he’s suffocating, the first person to reach his hand into the water to offer help was always Yoongi. Back when Hoseok was failing a class, back when they first started the Unsolved series, back when Hoseok felt like he wasn’t good enough.
Before he can stop it, a choked sob leaves his throat and it’s impossible that Yoongi hadn't heard that.
“Hey Seok-Seok?” Yoongi says with the softest voice and wow if that term of endearment doesn’t strike straight through Hoseok’s heart, “I found this abandoned hospital in Gwangju we could go ghost hunting? I already cleared it with Buzzfeed. They said we have the budget for it”
And Hoseok sobs because somehow Yoongi always knows.
Supernatural S3E1: The Ghost Town at Vulture Mine
Hoseok: This spiritual active area is unfortunately referred to as the Glory Hole
Yoongi: [muffled laughter] Did it get that name because penises [unintelligible]
Yoongi: [voice cracking] “It’s where the men fucked the Earth hoping to impregnate it with gold!”
Hoseok: [clears throat] The Glory Hole-
Yoongi: Shit, say Glory Hole again
Hoseok: [speaking louder] The Glory Hole is a reported site of Great Tragedy
Yoongi: [cackling] Tell me all about the Great Tragedy, Seok
Hoseok: What if one of those poor ghosts is still stuck in the Glory Hole- [Yoongi snickering] because It’s waiting for someone’s dick
Yoongi: Do you want to volunteer? Nothing gayer than fucking a ghost at a Glory Hole [more muffled laughter]
“I still can’t believe you did this for me,” Hoseok says, eyes alight, his grin all teeth and baby dimples, hands gesturing wildly as Yoongi escorts him out of the airport after their long haul flight. They pile out onto the sidewalk with all their luggage and start towards the direction of the taxi stand (because no way are they going to lug all their carry-ons on a bus). Hoseok links his arm with Yoongi's elbow and smiles with his eyes at him.
“What?” Yoongi tries innocently, and shrugs his shoulders, as he looks across the road for a safe clearing to cross. Hoseok can feel the rumble of his laugh as he giggles along lightly with him.
The familiar rush of Korean with a hint of Jeolla satoori makes Hoseok feel at ease, smiling to himself as he listens into some everyday conversations.
He hear whispers around him, a couple of what looks like highschool girls pointing and giggling at them. Concerned, Hoseok turns back around to whisper to Yoongi, “I don’t know if I’m being paranoid but I think those girls are staring at us.”
Raising an eyebrow, Yoongi turns to the direction Hoseok is facing, only to come face to face with a group of teenage girls rushing towards them.
“Are you Yoongi and Hoseok from Buzzfeed Unsolved?” One of the girls asks in Korean, her friends whispering behind her.
They glance at each other and Hoseok replies before Yoongi even has the chance to open his mouth.
“Yes we are. We’re here to hunt Jeolla ghosts,” Hoseok whispers like he’s revealing a state secret.
Almost scarily, their eyes widen at the same time and they start giggling again. “대박 ( daebak) that’s so cool,” one says. “Gwangju is going to be in a buzzfeed video.”
“We’re trying, at least,” Hoseok laughs easily.
After signing some autographs and rejecting some pictures, afraid their little stint will end up online before they had planned to reveal their new content, the girls are finally satisfied and go on their way while Hoseok and Yoongi continue walking in search for a taxi.
“I can’t believe we have fans all the way over here,” Hoseok babbles excitedly once they are safely seated in a taxi, exhausted but happy.
“Of course we do, Seok-ah. You’re the pride of Gwangju,” Yoongi boasts as he puffs out his chest. Hoseok giggles at this and shoves Yoongi’s shoulder.
Hoseok’s parents had refused to even entertain the idea of their son staying at a random hotel when the Jungs hadn’t seen him in person for over 4 years. Sure they skyped every so often and Hoseok called them every other day just to check in but their lack of funds prevented them from properly visiting their son in the US and the combination of Hoseok’s studies and his job didn’t allow any time for him to travel to them. Hoseok is grateful that Yoongi managed to find a loophole in that excuse.
His parents and sister had met Yoongi, of course, through the weekly Jung family Skype calls before. Hoseok would often bring Yoongi up in conversation at any given moment, but this is going to be the first time Yoongi is ever going to meet Hoseok’s family in person. Yoongi knows through their limited interactions that Hoseok’s parents are warm and caring, a bit like a second pair of parents that asks if he’s eating well and if Hoseok is taking good care of him (Mom, Hoseok would whine , why aren’t you asking him if he’s taking care of me? )
Hoseok’s home hadn’t changed in the 4 and a half years he had been gone, the plants slightly taller and the front door slightly rustier but it still gives the same feeling as when he used to come home after a long day of lessons and after-school activities. Taking a deep breath and chancing a glance at Yoongi who is smiling at him encouragingly, Hoseok finally takes the last step and knocks on the door. There is rustling and voices on the other side of the door before it is pulled open to find a kind looking woman in her 50s looking at them with fond eyes.
"Hoseokie! My baby, you're home. Look how thin you are. Are you not eating well enough? Why are you so skinny," Hoseok's mother greets him in rapid-fire Korean.
Hoseok’s mother fusses over them the moment they cross the threshold of the front door, hugging her son as soon as she got her hands on him, the smell of fresh Kimchi Jjigae from the kitchen making their mouth water.
Mrs. Jung then directs her attention to Yoongi who is dragging his luggage behind him. “Yoongi-ssi, it’s so nice to finally meet you. Look how pretty you are. What a handsome young man. Thank you for taking such good care of our Hoseokie.”
Yoongi smiles shyly, not really knowing how to respond to such an overwhelming welcome. “It’s nice to meet you too 어머님 (eomonim) . I think Hoseokie takes care of me as much as I take care of him. And thank you, you’re even prettier. You must be where Hoseokie gets his good looks from.”
“Hyung, stop flirting with my mom,” Hoseok teases. Yoongi splutters in protest but before he can reply, another voice joined them in the living room.
“Is that Hoseok? Welcome home, son!” Hoseok’s dad greets and hugs his son, clapping him on the back and exchanging greetings with Yoongi.
“Oh wow you’re really just Hoseok with long hair,” Yoongi blurts out without thinking as Hoseok’s sister appears in the doorway, her hair wet and fresh from a shower.
She laughs but not unkindly. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult.”
Yoongi rushes to remedy his non-filtered thought, “No! No it’s a compliment really! I just mean you’re very pretty! And 어머님, you’re very pretty too! And 아버님 (abeonim) you’re very handsome!” only for him to come out of it even more of a mess.
Hoseok is almost doubled over in laughter now, the little brat watching as he made a fool of himself in front of his family. He gasps a breath only to say “Hyung are you done confessing your love to my entire family now? Do you want me to invite my grandmother over so you can tell her she’s beautiful?” Yoongi could only glare at him as Hoseok’s family laughed good naturedly.
“You two are so cute. How long have you been dating?” Hoseok’s sister asks, a mischievous spark in her eyes that reminds Yoongi a lot of Hoseok, as if she knows she said something she wasn’t supposed to but did anyway.
Her comment has them both spluttering this time, Hoseok glaring at his sister. “We’re not together I’ve told you this, noona.”
The family settles down after that, eating Hoseok’s mom’s Kimchi Jjigae (Hoseok’s favourite) and the other side dishes she cooked for Hoseok’s homecoming. They exchange stories about their lives, from Hoseok’s sister’s online business where she’s successfully selling clothes, to a new literature book Mr. Jung read to the new neighbours Mrs. Jung met the other day. The more his family speaks, the more resigned Hoseok becomes. Yoongi notices this and glances at him worriedly, not quite sure why Hoseok still looks so sad even though he is finally home with his family.
When the topic of their work comes up and Hoseok’s mother asks, “Can you explain a bit more about this channel, was it? I don’t quite understand how it works yet. Technology these days really make it difficult for an old woman like me to adapt.”
Hoseok seems stumped, so Yoongi answers for him, “We make videos on Youtube, fun videos about crime and stuff.”
“It’s really interesting,” Jiwoo, Hoseok’s sister, interrupts. “They have 3 million views on all their videos, mom. The other day, my highschool friend talked to me about them and wouldn’t believe Hoseokie was my baby brother.”
“You must be doing so well, son,” Hoseok’s father acknowledges as he ruffles Hoseok’s hair. “I’m proud of you.”
Hoseok just smiles sadly.
When all the food has been inhaled, Hoseok’s parents usher them into Hoseok’s childhood bedroom. Since there isn’t any spare rooms, they are forced to share, not that it was anything they weren’t used to. They are roommates after all. Hoseok’s mother brings in a spare comforter for Yoongi who insisted he sleep on the floor since he is the guest, despite Hoseok’s protests. It was midnight when the lights finally go out, the house plunging into silence as the family goes to sleep.
Supernatural S2E8: The Haunting Of The Salem Witch Trials
Hoseok: It’s worth noting that there was only one doctor in Salem village and he could most likely read but not write
Yoongi: Ohh… that’s not good
Hoseok: [laughing] No it’s not
Yoongi: Doctors need to write
Hoseok: Yeah, I mean how is he writing prescriptions?
Yoongi: He’s not
Yoongi: He’s just pointing at things and saying “Yup, that’s a witch”
Hoseok: Hahahaha
Hoseok stares out his bedroom window into the early hours of the morning, watching the moon, hoping it would finally lull him to sleep but his racing mind prevents him from finding any peace. He sighs dejectedly, turning towards his bedroom ceiling, shadows playing off the speckled paint as he tries to make sense of his thoughts.
Yoongi lets out a heavy sigh on the floor next to his bed. “I can hear you thinking up there.” He sits up and turns to Hoseok, his legs crossed. “What’s wrong?”
Hoseok rolls onto his side, away from Yoongi’s truth-seeking eyes. He doesn’t want to talk about it.
Yoongi stares at the expanse of Hoseok’s back, knowing that this is Hoseok’s way of creating a wall to separate himself and talking about his troubles, shutting himself off, moving beyond Yoongi’s reach. It hurts Yoongi to see Hoseok struggling but honestly, it hurt just as much knowing that Hoseok doesn't want to confide in him.
“Hoseok, please,” Yoongi pleads, voice soft in the evening stillness.
Yoongi bites his lip, unsure of how to say what he wants to. “Let me be here for you?”
Silence falls over them. It is quiet for a long time, save for their breathing and Hoseok’s occasional shaky exhale - that’s the only thing that assures Yoongi that Hoseok hasn’t fallen asleep.
Hoseok finally breaks the silence. “I don’t know if what I’m doing is good enough.” Hoseok lets out another frustrated sigh. “My dad is a literature teacher and my mom worked 3 jobs, all just to make sure I had enough support to go study abroad. My sister started her own business selling clothes and is actually on the brink of success but I’m just here making Youtube videos about criminals and ghosts. What does that make me, hyung?”
Yoongi is quiet. That is something he understands. He never imagined he would be working for an Internet entertainment company with his best friend, either. They had agreed 2 years ago, for this to be a fun side hobby, not for it to spiral into being their actual full time jobs. Yoongi still produces music from time to time, selling them off to whatever record company was interested, mostly with the help of Namjoon who is now working as a full time producer. Hoseok still has a side channel just for his dancing, which, after the Buzzfeed Unsolved series, really took off, meant that more people watched him. To be very honest, he isn’t sure what his parents would think of him either but looking at Hoseok’s own family, Yoongi doesn’t think Hoseok has anything to worry about, really.
“It makes you happy, Seok. I know it does,” Yoongi tries softly. He inches slightly closer to the bed, in the hopes that maybe, the feeling of him closer would ease Hoseok somewhat. “It might be a silly Youtube show, but it makes you happy.”
“But it doesn’t mean anything.”
“Does it have to?” Yoongi asks. “If it makes people happy? If it makes you happy? Because it makes me happy.”
Hoseok is quiet at that.
“Hoseok-ah, look at me,” Yoongi pauses, waiting for Hoseok to turn back around, his sad doe eyes finding Yoongi’s and boring into his soul.
“Your family loves you unconditionally. I could see that the second we walked in here and I could see it through every Skype call and every conversation you have had with them over the years. They could never be disappointed in you. Whether you had ended up starting your own business or joining a dance troupe or being a YouTube personality, heck if you had bummed it out for a few years to find yourself, it wouldn’t have mattered to them. All that matters is that you’re happy and healthy. And that’s all that matters to me too,” Yoongi rambles, his eyes wide and sparkling, never leaving Hoseok’s, his words filled with a strong conviction of wanting Hoseok to believe him, of wanting him to know how valued Hoseok is.
Tears fill Hoseok’s eyes as he looks down at Yoongi’s open face, both of them so vulnerable and jaded.
“Come here, please,” Hoseok begs and Yoongi scrambles to get on Hoseok’s bed. They shuffle around each other, as much as they possibly can on the single bed, until they’re both comfortable, Yoongi playing with the hair at the nape of Hoseok’s neck as Hoseok buries his face in Yoongi’s neck. And all the while Yoongi's nose gently nuzzles against Hoseok’s temple, inhaling him, seeking him, wanting and having him all at the same time.
It’s a gesture so simple, so small, so unbelievably soft and sure and Yoongi probably hadn’t even thought twice about doing it. It’s nothing that they haven’t really done before, back in their dorms; they used to cuddle a lot when either of them had trouble sleeping or had a lot on their minds. They would cross the small distance between their beds and crawl under the covers with the other, trying to comfort to the best of their abilities. Even now, in their new apartment, despite the rooms separating them, it’s common that one of them would sneak into the other’s room. Or while they’re watching television in the living room, inching closer to each other for warmth and cuddles.
There are moments, moments like these, when Hoseok sees Yoongi - when Yoongi says something or does something, and it makes Hoseok's stomach hurt for a single, aching second, and he pushes himself forward, forces himself past that second of want that’s so distinct Hoseok would swear it’s a physical thing.
These are things Hoseok doesn’t think about.
Those seconds, though - those are seconds that he still feels later, like a phantom ache, like a ripple-effect, like a rock thrown into a river, hands hitting the surface of the water, all reaction, reaction, reaction, hands clenching into fists and goosebumps and flickering eyes.
He closes his eyes, breathes Yoongi in and finally finds the solace of sleep.
True Crime S2E9: The Disturbing Murders at Keddie Cabin
Yoongi: I don’t think they were, they were probably asleep
Hoseok: Well they could’ve, I mean they could’ve been in there telling ghost stories - you know how kids do pillow talk - stuff like that
Yoongi: That’s not what pillow talk is I don’t think
Hoseok: That’s what it was for me, tellin’ ghost stories. Pillow talk could either mean something you do after sex or-
Yoongi: You tell ghost stories after sex?
Hoseok: I…
Hoseok: No I meant..at sleepovers
Hoseok: Moving on!
Yoongi remembers the moment he met Hoseok, remembers how Hoseok managed to crawl under his skin right to his heart and made a home there as his roommate and best friend. Hoseok had always been all big smiles, loud laughs and big gestures. He had been blinded by his heart shaped smile, by his lame jokes, by his warmth. Yoongi had been an unstable 20-year-old just trying to make it in college with big dreams and empty wallets; but Hoseok had provided him with comfort, with a shoulder to lean on, with a home away from home.
It wasn’t any one particular moment but every moment, in fact, of watching Hoseok as he danced, watching him as his eyes lit up when he found another ghost story to feature, watching him as he did the most mundane things like washing dishes and watching him as he did the most important things, like smiling. At Yoongi, mostly.
There was always something about Hoseok that made him stop short, surprised, intrigued; his lungs frozen for just a moment. There’s a light in his eyes, a luminescence to his whole being, that has Yoongi thinking just give me a chance and you’ll see that I can be your light too.
That’s what Hoseok does. Yoongi realizes this when he sees the way people react to him, the way Jungkook's whole face brightens and the way Jimin and Taehyung and Namjoon look at him like he’s just the most wondrous thing they’ve ever seen. Hoseok makes people want to be close to him, want to shine the way he shines.
It’s tunnel-vision. It’s sparks along his spine. It’s heat coiled around his heart, ears flaring hot and smile blooming wild. It’s a million other split-second reflex reactions and it shakes Yoongi up.
Here, in Gwangju, surrounded by Hoseok’s parents and sister as Hoseok recalls every funny ghost hunting episode they’ve ever encountered, Yoongi slips his phone out of his pocket to text the one person he knows always has all the answers.
Yoongi : namjoon
Yoongi : namjoon
Namjoon : what? What is it?
Yoongi : I have a question
Namjoon : okay. Hit me
Yoongi : what does it mean.. when your heart aches when you look at a person
Yoongi : like you can't go through the day without seeing them smile so you do the stupidest things
Yoongi : and you can't breathe when they're so close to you because it feels like too much and not enough at the same time
Yoongi : and you always want the best for them and you hope that the best for them can be you
Namjoon : I mean,,, I'm no expert but that sounds a lot like you're in love, hyung
Yoongi : that’s what i was afraid of
Namjoon : I'm taking a wild guess here but... hoseok?
Yoongi : ...
Namjoon : I'll take that as a yes
Namjoon : knowing you, you’re probably freaking out about this and you’re not going to ruin anything by being in love with him
Namjoon : you know, life isn't always black and white. There's never a set reason why something happens or a set time you feel a certain way.
Yoongi : what would you do?
Namjoon : what I'm doing right now. Just going with the flow
And every day in Gwangju, as Hoseok’s sunshine smile grows brighter and wider, as he gets his mojo back, Yoongi would think this is all so worth it even if Hoseok would never return his feelings.
He’s a force of nature. He’s a hurricane. He’s everywhere, speaking quickly and gesturing broadly and hopping neatly from conversation to conversation, person to person. He leaves everyone in his wake feeling a bit dazed and maybe a bit in love, too. How do you escape him?
Just go with the flow . He could do that.
They spend some time together, laughing and exploring, or in Hoseok’s case, re-exploring Gwangju and the life in his childhood home. They go to the markets hand in hand, play at Hoseok’s childhood playground and mess around, just the two of them. By the end of it, Hoseok realizes he was less homesick and more comforted by the idea that his home would always be there for him no matter how far away he goes. Yoongi assures him that he’s allowed to miss it from time to time, the same way he misses the Daegu air once in a while, but that he could make a home where they live now.
They visit some other supposedly haunted areas at the recommendation of Hoseok’s parents and some locals they interviewed, places like the forest, caves and an old man’s house where he claimed a ghost has been stealing his shoes in the middle of the night. They had stayed overnight, staking out on watch only to find it was the neighbour’s shiba inu who was apparently convinced that the old man’s slippers were his toys.
“Hoseok, look! It’s a ghost dog! Jungkook was right. This should be called ghost befriending and not ghost hunting,” Yoongi chimes.
“Hyung, look at him. Look at his face. He’s such a good boy,” Hoseok babbles as he pets the golden shiba inu who licks him eagerly.
Yoongi laughs and pets the dog along with him, both of them smiling and laughing.
“We should adopt a dog when we get home,” Hoseok suggests out of the blue.
“Oh yeah, wanna adopt a kid with me, Seok-Seok?” Yoongi replies.
Hoseok’s eyes widen and he laughs nervously. “I wouldn’t want to adopt a kid with anyone else, hyung,” he says finally, not quite knowing which type of kid he meant this time.
True Crime S2E4: The Tragic Murder Of JonBenét Ramsey
Yoongi: I can’t say who I think did it
Yoongi: Our legal team has informed me that I can’t chime into that, so…
Yoongi: But I will now blink to you in morse code who I think did it
Hoseok: You don’t know morse code
Yoongi: [still blinking randomly] Shh
“So the Gonjiam Psychiatric Hospital has been called one of the most haunted places in South Korea and CNN claimed it’s one of the freakiest places in the world.”
“Well, that’s comforting.”
“Whoa, they even made a movie about it last year.”
The two of them have finally started venturing in the direction of the abandoned hospital, Yoongi’s selfie camera and the torchlights they attached to their chests all equipped and ready, already recording in order not to miss anything. This isn’t one of their conventional hunts, with Jungkook gone they don’t have the luxury of their heavier-than-necessary professional video camera, so Hoseok has resorted to using a small digital camera as well. They drive to the area with Hoseok’s father’s old car and stare up at the crumbling pillars and darkening walls with dread. Hoseok really wishes Jungkook is here right about now. Three’s a crowd, after all, and two is not much of anything against a horde of angry ghosts, if there were any.
Once they enter the building, they are greeted by graffiti on the walls, either from teenage kids who used the old hospital as a hang out spot, or ghost hunters like themselves who were just as curious about the place. Yoongi glances down at his watch, it reads 10 p.m. and the only source of light comes from their torchlights.
“Okay, so what’s the plan here?” Yoongi inquires.
Hoseok looks down at the script they had prepared the day before at a random cafe in town. “So just like every other place, let’s look around first to see what there is and then we’ll try to communicate with any spirits here.”
“Right,” Yoongi mocks. “Spirits.” Hoseok only stuck out his tongue at him in reply.
Hoseok sticks close to Yoongi, not keen on journeying into the darkness on his own when no cameraman would follow him. He takes out the spirit box and hands the digital camera over to Yoongi.
Hoseok trips over himself and freaks out, Yoongi laughing at him. He jostles the spirit box and could have sworn he heard muffled laughter.
Yoongi turns to film Hoseok’s concerned face. The static of the spirit box grows louder. “Is the ghost...laughing at us??
Yoongi snickers, “No, it’s not laughing at you. It’s laughing with me, who is laughing at you.”
“Shut up, hyung.” Hoseok swats at him.
They have a half hour of footage, finally settling in one of the wards, goosebumps trailing Hoseok’s arms as they stare at the dirty, abandoned beds, six of them, in this one ward.
“If any spirit would like to communicate with us, you’re welcome to right now. We’ll be able to hear you through this,” Hoseok declares into the open space and holding up the spirit box, not quite sure whether he wants a reply. No matter how many times he’s done this, nothing can quite calm the racing of his heart or the way he just feels nervous at the prospect of actually proving ghosts exist.
“If you would like to kill us, you can also tell us through this box,” Yoongi titters. Too used to this, Hoseok doesn’t scold Yoongi like he used to.
They continue to listen to the recording and for the life of him, Hoseok could hear a “shhhh - Go-shhhh-wafac-shhhhh.”
“Go away? Go wafack?” Hoseok squawks.
“I think it’s a vacuum commercial you captured,” Yoongi comments.
“We’re in the middle of nowhere. How would I have captured a vacuum commercial with no radio frequency near us?”
“Maybe the ghost just really wanted you to clean up his ward. It was pretty dirty in there.”
“It was but I don’t think a ghost exactly cares about the cleanliness of the ward it haunts.”
“How do you know? Maybe the ghost looks down at the carpet every now and then and thinks, ‘Huh, maybe I should get rid of the bloodstains.’”
“Does this ghost want me to polish his windows while I'm at it?”
“Maybe! I’m sure he’d appreciate it, Seok.”
When the spirit box wouldn’t repeat what was said or come up with anything else, Hoseok switches it off after announcing, “I’m going to switch this off now. If you want to communicate, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
“Who are you, Taylor Swift?”
Nothing happens, so in disappointment, Hoseok switches off the spirit box again.
They leave that particular ward to venture further into the hospital, into another room with an open window. Yoongi starts filming around with the digital camera, filming some of the graffiti on the wall and Hoseok busies himself with some of the old documents and words he finds by the ward beds. Suddenly, though, Yoongi lets out a shriek, which of course causes Hoseok to scream as he turns to Yoongi expecting the worst, only to see the scene before him: Yoongi clutching his chest, the camera dropped to the floor and a lizard staring at both of them, just chilling on the wall, unmoving but very much alive, which was probably what gave Yoongi the scare. Hoseok walks towards him after calming down to tease his hyung.
“Were you actually afraid, hyung?”
“No,” Yoongi says indignantly.
Hoseok’s smile widens playfully, a smirk forming, “I don’t believe you.”
Yoongi pushes himself forward into Hoseok’s space, his selfie camera forgotten in his hand. “I wasn’t scared,” he pouts, learning forward in a challenging stance, a contradiction to the pout on his face.
He thinks maybe he hears Hoseok mumble God under his breath; he sees the way Hoseok’s face softens and leans forward to tease him even more.
“I think you were,” Hoseok starts, and Yoongi sees his eyes dart quickly down to his lips before looking him in the eye again, only to step forward even more. Confused, Yoongi starts to take a step back with every step forward that Hoseok takes, until he’s sufficiently trapped against a wall, the wall of a haunted psych ward with Hoseok’s entire being surrounding him and his selfie camera hanging uselessly by his side. Hoseok braces one hand firmly on Yoongi’s hip and the other on Yoongi’s chest, right above his rapidly beating heart and leans even closer into Yoongi’s space slowly and slots their lips together, a heart-fluttering kiss, just a press of lips.
When Hoseok starts to pull away, Yoongi grabs him by his shirt and tugs him back.
“Don’t,” he whispers before bringing their lips together again. Hoseok smiles into the kiss, so heated, so promising. They let the kiss linger for a moment longer before pulling away slightly, their foreheads pressing together, sharing breath and space and almost heartbeats.
Yoongi’s breath is caught in his throat at how simple it seemed to be just to kiss your best friend. He looked at Hoseok who looked a little dazed, still. “You kissed me,” Yoongi says giddily and he is still wrapping his head around the fact that his best friend of four years, the same best friend he’s been in love with for more than half that time, just kissed him.
Hoseok laughs back at him and says, “Yeah I did,” like he’s entirely too pleased with himself. “It’s something I should have done a long time ago,” he admits shyly.
“How long?” Yoongi presses, just wanting to know, wanting to confirm that Hoseok had been just as invested in their relationship as he had been from the very moment Yoongi met him.
“Fuck, too long. Since the moment I met you and you cursed me out for hitting you and then comforted me as I cried like an idiot.” Hoseok smiles fondly at the memory.
“But I really fell in love with you on that day you asked me to meet you at the studio and you were so excited, it was so cute.” Yoongi startles in surprise because it’s one thing for Hoseok to like him back but love? Yoongi can’t even entertain the idea that Hoseok could possibly love him back.
“You sat me down and you played me a song and you said ‘This is your song, Seok-Seok. I made it for you and I’d really love it if you danced to it’ and God I was gone. That was the moment my heart whispered to me ‘ Jung Hoseok, you are in love with him, the cutest, kindest boy in the world’.”
All the while, Hoseok never takes his eyes off him, taking in his face and his hands in his but he looks back into Yoongi’s eyes and says, earnestly, without a hint of doubt, “Min Yoongi, you are my best friend and my roommate and my partner in crime, and I love you.”
There’s a deafening roaring in Yoongi’s ears and his heart is pounding and fluttering in his chest like his rib cage can’t contain it, and he can’t look away from the heat in Hoseok’s eyes. Hoseok wants him. Him, all of him and Yoongi wants to memorize his moment and tuck it away in his heart so he can pull it out and look at it whenever he wanted. To Hoseok’s surprise, Yoongi leans in and presses another kiss to the corner of Hoseok’s mouth. He was gone after a little brush of their noses before Hoseok could chase after him and deepen the kiss.
“I love you, too. Of course I love you. How could I not? You’re Hoseok. You’re a hurricane, a force to be reckoned with. How could I ever not love you?” Yoongi replies, tears glistening in the corner of his eyes as he stares at Hoseok, the love of his life, his best friend. Four years of denied feelings and he-likes-me-he-likes-me-not boiled down to this one moment. Two boys, two men, who have spent some of the most important years of their lives together, growing and learning, and now loving.
Of course, in very Yoongi fashion, he just has to break the intimate moment. “You know we just had our first kiss in a haunted psych ward right?”
“Fun story to tell our kids?” Hoseok jokes.
“What kids? The ones we have now or the ones we’ll have in the future?” Hoseok gets a bit too starry eyed thinking about the future they could have together to reply and can only place another intimate kiss on Yoongi’s lips, content.
“Do you think the ghosts want to watch us make out some more?” Yoongi asks playfully before being shoved by Hoseok, who is laughing happily.
“Shit, the cameras!” Hoseok suddenly remembers. He bends down to collect the forgotten camera, the one Yoongi had dropped in his surprise, only to find that it is still recording.
“I swear, if we look back at this video and find evidence of ghosts while we were too busy kissing I’m never forgiving you,” Hoseok chides.
“You’re the one that kissed me,” Yoongi insists, offended that Hoseok would blame him for something like that.
“I know,” Hoseok exclaims brightly as he turns and kisses Yoongi again, catching him off guard yet again.
He is really going to be the death of Yoongi.
Hoseok can’t really bring himself to feel disappointed about the lack of ghost evidence, especially when Yoongi’s hand stays interlocked with his all the way back home. Maybe Jungkook not being there ended up being a good thing after all.
Supernatural S1E1: The Creepy Real Life Men in Black
Hoseok: They had donuts in 1947? How old are donuts?
Yoongi: What?
Hoseok: You said he saw donut-shaped objects in the sky
Yoongi: That’s what you were thinking of when I was telling you that story?
Hoseok: I mean…
Yoongi: His fucking dog died
Hoseok: Yeah...he was a good boy. He didn’t deserve to die
Yoongi: [frustrated huffing]
When they returned home a week later, after saying a tearful farewell to Hoseok’s family and a promise to visit again when they got the chance, Hoseok moved into Yoongi’s bedroom almost immediately, with ideas of turning the other bedroom into a walk in closet, or maybe a makeshift studio for Yoongi. They planned on going to a dog shelter soon too, to bring home their own fur babies to raise just like they promised.
They review the footage of all their adventures in Gwangju soon after with Jungkook. It’s all fairly normal procedure, Jungkook interjecting with commentary he probably would have said had he been there with them and pausing occasionally to discuss what kind of edits and additions they should have. When they finally get to the confessing part, however, dread fills them both, knowing just how much teasing they are going to have to endure the moment Jungkook watches it. Almost as if resigned to his fate, Hoseok buries his face in Yoongi’s shoulder and groans.
When onscreen Yoongi screams and drops his camera, Jungkook lets out a confused hum, head tilted. His face only growing more confused as he continued listening to the audio, the camera only really filming the lower half of their bodies. Hoseok knows exactly when it happens because he hears his slow footsteps echoing in the room. He feels more than sees Yoongi’s entire body redden as he keeps his eyes glued to the screen.
“Wait, what’s going on? Is that kissing I hear? Were you two kissing? Oh my God, hyungs you’re kissing!” By the end of the video, Jungkook is full out screaming, much to the concern of the people who are passing by outside their studio. “You said I love you ! You love each other! Love is real!”
“Seokjin hyung owes me a hundred bucks. I told him that leaving you two alone in a far away country would push you to confess! I told him. Oh they’re all going to freak! Do you have any idea how long we’ve waited for this day?” Jungkook rambles on while bouncing in his chair, almost like he’s vibrating a higher than normal frequency. The both of them hadn’t realized how invested their young editor has been in their relationship working out and honestly, they aren’t sure if they should be touched or a bit creeped out.
“Wait till I play this video at your wedding. Getting together while ghost befriending? That has to be the most epic get-together story in history.”
Of course, since it’s Jungkook, they both get the video mailed to them through the Buzzfeed chain email. As did the rest of the entire company.
They couldn’t really care less, though, as they watched the newly uploaded video - confession scene excluded, at their very insistent request (begging) - sharing kisses in the comfort of their bed.
“Hey Yoongi hyung? Are there any ghosts in Daegu?”