I’d like to title these: Man, I hope TWRP Understands How Much I Love Them Through These Because it Took Me Goshdarn For-FREAKING-Ever to Finish These: A Series of Paintings and Suffering
WELP, it’s been about half a year since I started these boys, I’m so glad I finally finished them! Remind me to never do traditional ever again. I ended up going to digital for some final touches and lighting anyways lol.
I’m sorry, Dean. I really am — I never wanted to hurt you or anyone. But I swear, even if the word ‘family’ didn’t mean the same thing to me as it did to you way back then… you made growing up in the place we did a little easier. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there, okay? You kept me sane sometimes. You were my only constant friend.
You’ve gotta know, my heaven wouldn’t have been right without you there.
Yoongi blinked once, then twice before looking up at Hoseok.
The other had obviously just come out of the shower, his
hair frazzled and wet with a towel draped around his neck. As for himself,
Yoongi was still wearing the clothes given to him for MAMA, the glitter and
sequins sticking uncomfortably to his skin.
After the members had all arrived home from the show, bumping
shoulders and tittering with nervous energy, they had rather quickly began
winding down for a much-needed rest. Now the entirety of their group seemed to
be asleep save for Yoongi, who was sitting on the kitchen floor, and Hoseok,
who was standing above him and dripping on said kitchen floor.
They stared at each other and for a second, Yoongi considered
just ignoring the request. But as if reading his mind, Hoseok poked a bare foot
into his side with a huff.
“Yah, don’t ignore me.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes but complied, shuffling over on the
tiles to give Hoseok enough space to plop down beside him. Flecks of water flew
against his skin, and Yoongi frowned slightly as he moved the towel around
Hoseok’s neck onto his wet hair.
“I told you to dry yourself properly when you get out of a
shower. You’re going to catch a cold.”
The younger’s laughter bounced across the room. “Says the
guy who’s drinking beer on the kitchen floor.”
Yoongi blinked, and looked down to realize that he did indeed
have a glass bottle hanging precariously in his light grasp. Rather than answer
back, he took a swig of the now rather lukewarm drink, and Hoseok laughed once
again, understanding the concede of defeat for what it was.
Hoseok reached over and grabbed the glass, taking a large
gulp himself and finishing it off with a contented sigh before setting the bottle
down on the floor with a delicate click. And then there was silence, for what
seemed like an eternity– just the sound of their breaths moving in and out.
“Hyung, you should go to bed.”
Yoongi made a sound, something between a grunt and a groan,
that made Hoseok smile slightly. Yoongi felt a light touch on his chin, guiding
him to turn towards the other, and he complied willingly, only to be met with a
face full of wet towel.
unattractive squawk of protest was muffled by the cotton as Hoseok rubbed it
across his face vigorously, giggling the entire time. After a few seconds of
flailing, Yoongi did manage to pry the towel away from him with a deep scowl,
only to be met with a bright heart-shaped grin.
“Ah ha! There’s Min Yoongi! I knew you were hiding in there
And just like that, all of Yoongi’s words shriveled up in
his throat as Hoseok rested their foreheads together and stared into his eyes
with a fond smile.
“Yoongi-yah, let’s go to bed.”
Yoongi’s eyes flickered across Hoseok’s face, as he felt
something well up in his chest: something dangerous and terrifying, something
that he would never be selfish enough to ask for.
“The power of one man doesn’t amount to much. But, however little strength I’m capable of… I’ll do everything humanly possible to protect the people I love, and in turn they’ll protect the ones they love. It seems like the least we tiny humans can do for each other.”