yoongi obviously felt empty, way too empty for his liking and so was his apartment. it had already been three months since yoongi and hoseok broke up, three months since hoseok packed up his things and moved out, but the quietness of his apartment yoongi had yet to get used to, it was always sickeningly cold even during the summer where yoongi was practically dying of the heat and it was always too lonely, too quiet even when yoongi played the piano or worked on his music.
there was only one problem bigger than the loneliness of his living space, which alas was the bleak, cold void in his being. it felt like it was eating him up alive. something was missing, something he desperately needed.
maybe that feeling, and the little boost of a few shots of vodka, had caused yoongi to pull out a stack of paper and a pen. he began writing to someone he least expected to.
hoseok.