Eleven | Yoonseok

Chapter Fourteen

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"And just like every Ferris wheel stops turning,
Oh, I guess we had an expiration date,"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

8 Months Later. (3rd December)

"Hey, Mom," Yoongi whispered and sat down, placing the flowers down on his mother and sat down on the grass. "It's been eleven years, are you at peace?" he asked inaudibly, stroking his mother's name on the stone. "Even though Mama takes care of me, I miss you so much," he pouted, "I hope you get a lot of lamb skewers there! You liked 'em so much that they're my favorite now too. Well, besides Sizzlers and Steaks," he chuckled, sniffling. "I miss you!" he whined. "I caught a cold," he giggled childishly, "I was out with San's group at the mall. Even Yeosangie came," he smiled sadly.

"I wish you'd be too, y'know?" he sighed, sticking his bottom lip out. "I wish you'd tell me how to grow some balls and tell Hobi how I feel," he gulped a bitter lump down, "it's been a year since they started dating, he's changed a lot," Yoongi winced, "he gets angry when I call him Seokie," he sniffled again, rubbing his red nose violently, "He stopped sitting at our special table," he stared at the tombstone, "I wish you'd hug me and tell me that it's going to be alright," he sneezed, blinking a few times. "Ah, my nose is burning," he rubbed his nose, sniffling loudly.

"He calls me Yoongi," he sighed, "Not YoonYoon anymore," he pouted, blinking in the mild cold. "Though I told you that the last time," he chuckled, "I miss you," he sighed, "and even Daddy is gone," he teared up, "I hate him, Mommy," Yoongi muttered, his voice cracking at the end, "And I hate myself," he blinked his tears back, "I hate me so much! I couldn't say goodbye," he sniffled and coughed a bit, "And because he took Daddy away!" he sniffled again, "Don't cry, don't cry," Yoongi muttered, fanning his face.

"Okay, we're good," he smiled widely after a minute of fanning his face.

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The Next Day. (4th December)

"hey, Yoongi, could we talk?" Hoseok asked the older with a small smile. Yoongi detoured backward to look at his love, "okay," he replied, reciprocating the smile. Hoseok nodded nonchalantly, turning on his heels to stroll to his favorite place - behind the white oak tree.

Yoongi followed behind, his mind still clouded with the fact that the day prior was his mother's death anniversary, and Hoseok forgot about it. Again.

"So, I wanted to say that I," Hoseok swallowed, staring right into Yoongi's cat-like eyes. Yoongi hummed, snapping back to actuality. "I, uh, wanted to end our friendship," Hoseok finally pronounced after an inadequate moment.

Yoongi laughed, "so who dared you?" He asked within his mirth, the scene making Hoseok sigh. The younger could clearly see that Yoongi was trying his best to not be hurt, but it was transparent in his eyes that he was. Hoseok didn't respond, looking back at the grass. "You're not," He gulped, staring at Hoseok with a bolt from the blue, "joking?" Yoongi queried skeptically, his eyesight surprisingly still not blurred. The younger shook his head in denial. He was angry at himself for not doing it sooner, but he decided to not show it. Instead, he faked sympathy.

Yoongi's stomach dropped deeper than the deepest ocean.

"I wanted to stop acting like we're still good and that I still see you as a brother. You're merely some stranger to me now, hyung," Hoseok observed as Yoongi felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in his abdomen. Tension grew in his face and limbs, his mind replaying the last words. His breathing became more rapid, more shallow. The thoughts accelerated inside his head. He wanted them to slow so he could breathe, but they wouldn't. His breaths came in gasps, and he felt like he would black out. His heart hammered inside his chest like it belonged to a rabbit running for its skin. His head pounded harder than anything as he gulped yet again.