trust | sope

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❝ no one sees what i see in you ❞

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the devil works hard, but min yoongi sure as hell works harder. within the span of a week, the whole mansion was refurnished. his guards that died were properly buried and quickly replaced by new ones, he doubled down on security, and heavily added more weapons into the gang's arsenal.

even with everything reverting back to 'normal', hoseok was still too nervous to face yoongi after what happened that night. the look of astonishment on yoongi's face before a proud smirk settled on his lips sent a shiver down hoseok's spine. was he.. entertained by what he saw? did he enjoy watching hoseok kill someone? the boy didn't know whether to feel angry or disgusted at the mere thought of it.

with a sigh, hoseok heads downstairs to the section of the mansion that includes a shooting range, gym, and specially equipped rooms jin had mentioned where members can hone their specific skills. deciding to spend his evening in the shooting range, hoseok makes his way there. he may have not seemed like it a few nights ago, but his gun handling skills were a bit rusty, so if he was going to live in a mafia house that could be under attack at any time he needed to get used to shooting a gun again.

walking towards the front entrance of the range, he spots a person in the gym out of the corner of his eye. looking to his right, hoseok sees yoongi with a tight black shirt on and gray sweatpants, lying down on a bench press while lifting a weighted barbell above him. he gulps as he eyes the other's glistening muscles, shamefully checking him out.

'stop being a fucking coward and just talk to him already!' hoseok could hear his mind shouting at him, despite his body wanting to ignore the bright red arrows pointing him in yoongi's direction.

fuck it.

"yoongi?" he calls out, slowly walking towards the entrance of the gym. when yoongi didn't respond, he takes a few steps closer, noticing the ear buds in the other's ears. hoseok calls his name a bit louder this time, causing yoongi to glance over.

"hoseok?" he sets the heavy barbell on the rack above him before sitting up to grab a nearby towel to wipe away his sweat, taking in the boy in front of him with a subtle once-over. "was there something you needed?"

"sorry, i just-" hoseok flushed, starting to stumble over his words as he makes eye contact with the dark pair of orbs staring directly at him. what happened to not being a coward and talking to him?

"i was heading to the shooting range and saw you here, figured i'd stop past and say hi.."

"you've been avoiding me all week, princess. you wanna tell me what's really going on?"

shit.

there's really no getting out of his now.

"i.. wanted to talk to you about what happened last week. with.. you know.."

"the ambush?" yoongi finishes for him, dropping his towel on the bench as he tilts his head slightly, eyebrow arching up as he analyzes the boy's face. and damn, was hoseok a weak weak man, because why did the look yoongi pinned him with make him want to fall to his knees all of a sudden?—

when hoseok doesn't answer, yoongi presses on.

"who taught you how to shoot a gun?"

hoseok freezes. the question took him off guard and suddenly he was the one in the hot seat rather than it being the other way around. but from yoongi's curious gaze, his tone not leaving any room for back-pedaling, hoseok decides to answer.