Never Better || YOONSEOK

Chapter 10

Hoseok is running out of time. Fast.

If things were going his way, Hoseok would've already been halfway to the destination. However, since things were not, he'd barely made it past their first safe point. This was bad. Hoseok has a deadline. Yoongi has to be delivered to the right people in time.

So you can see why he's panicking a bit.

Let's go a bit more in depth. James Bond was a terrible spy. He was flashy and made unnecessary appearances for the smallest of reasons, generally blowing his cover. Bond was also a government spy. If he were real, Hoseok would be his enemy. If he were real, he wouldn't have jetpacks and rocket powered vehicles.

There were some typical "action-movie" things that Hoseok did have. Like a confidential wide range GPS system, a bulletproof exterior, and speed accelerators installed in his car. He carried a simple 9mm self loader in his jacket and a Bowie hidden in his right sleeve. But those were just his travel mission weapons.

To be honest, Hoseok had virtually nothing. But you can be damn sure that didn't slow him down. There was no one in the agency better for this job than him.

So why is he having such a fucking hard time? I'll tell you why. Min Yoongi.

Hoseok is not a patient person. When analyzing his general character, sure, he's a "kind"man, but has no patience for ignorance or stupidity.

Hoseok set his gaze to his right every now and then, just for a few moments, to analyze the boy's facial features. He feels like he needs to know what Yoongi is thinking.

Yoongi, however, wasn't really thinking at all. Maybe it's a defense mechanism, but in order to not think too much and have a panic attack, he empties his head. It's almost like some extreme meditation. But hey, it works. His gazeless eyes fell towards the window facing places he'd never known.

The sky was dark, now. Stars littered the sky like snowflakes on dark city streets.

The car was almost silent. The awkward sounds of turn signals and a running engine were flowing through the air like petals through water. Slowly getting deeper and quieter until they entered the depths of Yoongi's mind.

Silence. The last thing he wanted.

The emptiness is truly a wonderful feeling- which is why it's all the more disappointing when an intrusive thought peeks it's way through your consciousness.

"Are you hungry?" A tentative, hesitant voice spoke out. Firm and cold, but wavering all the same and snap-

The silence was broken. Back to reality he is.

......

Of course, Yoongi was hungry. He's always hungry. Well- usually.

It can be difficult to pursue with an appetite in a situation such as this. The only reason Yoongi can stand to eat anything at the moment is because he hasn't consumed anything since he left for camp.

So sitting here, at 3am in an O'Reilly Auto Parts parking lot with a chicken sandwich from some sketchy burger place in Detroit, Yoongi doesn't feel much of anything.

Nothing except eyes boring into the side of his skull. The car was dim, spreading a brass glow throughout the area. Yoongi could see thousands of stars with a single glance through his window, a light fog on the glass appearing at times from the warmth of his breath. It was a beautiful view, really, but apparently all the man could do was stare at him.

"Could you like... not?" Yoongi muffled through his sandwich, eyebrows raising slightly. He couldn't really find the right words to say in this moment. He really just wanted his kidnapper to move his intense gaze elsewhere. The man said nothing.

Yoongi sighed, taking that as a "no" and sucking the dripping ketchup off his fingers. He sat in silence for a moment, tossing the crumpled up paper from his late dinner back and forth between his pale hands. The smell of cars had always made Yoongi nauseous. Maybe he shouldn't have eaten that sandwich.

Yoongi let his gaze wonder the (somewhat terrifying) atmosphere he was mercilessly shoved into. The smoothness of the dashboard, the easily recognizable smell of cigarette smoke- the gun in the open glove compartment. A glock 18. Yoongi recognized it instantly. They're illegal in the United States- and for good reason. This was the only gun Yoongi could name if asked. The matte black exterior, simple frame but extremely fatal intent. It was the gun he'd found in his brother's bedroom about a year before he left.

Yoongi spoke up, finding that humor was an incredible way to push down his trauma.

"Hey isn't that model illeg-"

"Hoseok." The man's low voice spoke. Yoongi blinked. He didn't even get the chance to crack his incredible joke. Shame.

"What?"

"My name." He spoke again with no trace of hesitation. His words were clear. His name.

Hoseok.

Huh.

......

Yo yo yo

Fun fact, that's actually how my current boyfriend asked me out.  3am, raining, in the bed of his dad's truck at an O'Reilly Auto Parts parking lot.  I was, in fact, stuffing my face with a chicken sandwich.

But anyways, I'm back.  Did you miss me?  I missed you.

I purple you luvs <3