I sat in the same seat as last time as my sweaty palms rubbed themselves on my  pants. My legs bounced up and down anxiously.

The double doors opened and Jungkook came walking in. He bowed. "Hoseok, he's here."

I stood, buttoning the top button of my jacket. "Perfect. Send him in. Remember, no shackles."

The guard nodded, and a moment later, Yoongi entered my quarters with a nervousness in his appearance.

"Hey Yoongi, come sit!"

He wasted no time in following my command, sitting down on the sofa carefully, as if it was going to burn him.

"How are you?"

He shrugged. Why is he not speaking like he normally does?

"Are you sure you're okay, Yoongi?"

"I'm fine."

"You really don't seem fine."

He groaned and raised his voice. "I'm said that I'm fucking fine!"

I flinched at his words and nodded. The silence in the air made the room feel tense.

"Why did you summon me here again?"

I cleared the lump in my throat. "I, uh, just wanted to talk?"

He scoffed. "You really have no other friends, huh?"

"I have plenty of friends, thank you." I rolled my eyes. "But I am trying to help you. I care about you."

"Pft." He wouldn't meet my eyes. "You shouldn't bother caring about me, we've discussed this."

"Is this why you're being such an asshole to me today? You don't want me to care about you?"

He didn't respond, the silence becoming almost suffocating.

I sighed and stood up, moving to sit next to him on the couch, making sure to face the hopeless man in front of me.

"Yoongi, please listen to me. You are worth living. You don't deserve any of this. What happened wasn't your fault, and I know it wasn't. I-I can't help but care about you because I can see that you're being wronged and I want to help you in any way that I can."

"By making me realize what I'll be missing once I'm dead?"

His words caught me off guard, making me flinch. "H-Huh?"

He rolled his eyes and looked straight into my orbs. "You've been an incredibly nice person to me, Hoseok, truly. I'm grateful to be able to... talk to someone close to my age. Before you came around, it had been a long while since I had interacted with a peer. But with this comes a certain... sadness."

"What do you mean?"

He frowned. "I consider you to be, uh, a friend, and I haven't really had many of those before. And I hate that we're friends now because I'm going to fucking killed soon and I'll be leaving my only friend behind. I hate that I've let myself get closer to you because I'll be dead, so I won't have to experience the loss like you will have to. I'm trying to fucking distance myself."

His words hit me like a truck. "Y-Y-Yoongi, I-"

He bent over and covered his face with his hands. "G-God I don't w-want to d-d-die."

I scooted closer to him and removed his hands from his face, giving them a squeeze. "I don't want you to die either."

His tear-filled eyes met mine, his bottom lip quivering slightly. "I-I don't want to hurt you, Hobi."

I shook my head, wiping his tears as they fell. "Yoongi, please don't worry about me. I'll be okay. I-I knew what I was getting myself in to when I started to befriend you. It was my choice."

"Why me?"

"What do you mean?"

He took in a shaky breath. "Why did you choose me to be friends with if you knew I was going to die?"

I thought about his question for a moment before I shrugged. "I just... I saw you that first time and I saw your eyes. They sort of struck a chord in me. I wanted to know the person behind those eyes."

His hand snaked its way up to my cheek before he cupped it with his calloused hands. "I-While I hate that I'll be leaving you behind, I am very happy to have had the chance to know you, Hoseok. You brighten my darkest days."

I smiled cheerfully before extending my arms. "Come on! It's time for a Hobi Hug!"

He chuckled and shook his head. "You know how I am about contact."

My smile never faltered, my arms only wrapped loosely around his frail body. "I won't take 'no' for an answer and you know that for a fact."

He sighed and nodded, leaning into my embrace.

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Yoongi POV

I knew this shouldn't be happening. I had been trying to prevent us from crossing any boundaries, for his sake. He was getting too close, too comfortable. Before my sentence, I would have been the happiest person on the planet.

Now, however, it saddens me greatly to think about leaving him behind. He makes me want to fight to stay alive. He excites me. He sends adrenaline shooting through my veins.

His sweet scent was intoxicating as he buried his head in my shoulder.

What are you doing, Yoongi?

He needs to learn to live without you!

I shook my head, clearing my throat. He must've assumed I was uncomfortable and pulled away.

No, please, continue hugging me.

"Ahem, sorry. I got a little carried away. I haven't hugged anyone in a while." He got a sad, far off look in his eyes, but in a flash it was gone and back to his cheerfulness.

"It's alright, Hobi."

It's not.

Quit leading him on, you piece-of-shit. It'll only hurt him more.

"I should be heading back to my cement home. Maybe they'll actually cook the broccoli correctly today."

He chuckled and nodded, standing up. "Thank you for brightening my day, Yoongi."

God, his smile could cure cancer.

I smiled, this time freely and patted his shoulder. I turned to leave before Hoseok gripped my wrist.

"Yes, Hobi?"

His cheeks turned a faint red color as he looked at our feet.

He coughed and suddenly leaned close and pecked me on the cheek. "Stay strong, Yoongi."

I left the large estate with a big, goofy smile embedded on my face, only for it to fade once I arrived back in my cell and reality hit me once more.

I can't fall for him. I can't.

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I don't know y'all I'm a fan of this chapter.