LOST BOY.

|twenty six

as we walked into the dorm, we went to the living room.

all five members were in there.

two cuddled closely on the floor.

my eyes looked down at the sleeping boy resting on taehyung's chest.

he looked so peaceful.

"good morning, do you feel better?" seokjin asked as we sat down on the other sofa.

"i'm okay, not sure about yoongi's leg though."

yoongi held his leg and shut his eyes jokingly.

"i still can't feel it, your dumb head cut off my circulation for hours." he pouted.

hoseok laughed at his fake pain.

"that's what you get, grandpa."

the gray haired boy beside me gave an offended expression.

"you kids shouldn't joke about my arthritis, you'll get it too one day."

i laughed at his stupid joke.

hoseok turned towards me and smiled.

"it's nice to hear that from you again." i gave him a slight smile.

i still wasn't really in all that good of terms with namjoon and him, but there was no use in being rude at a genuine comment.

"it's been long awaited." namjoon agreed.

it was nice having a civil conversation with them all for once.

nothing was scripted.

nothing was faked.

just a few friends hanging out.

it was a nice change.

i really have made an amazing progression from what i was like in the past.

my nights were no longer sleepless and my wrists were no longer marked.

well, there were still marks, but they were hard to see.

they were years old and while we were training i put cream on them every night.

with the memory of cuts in my mind, i looked down at your arm.

it had far more than mine.

we've really have made an amazing progression from what we we're like in the past.

i'm proud of you, yoongi.