Dahlia - SOPE

「Chapter 17 」

Yoongi sighed, sitting on the bench.

Him and Hoseok had gone to the park to talk about some things.

Hoseok smiled, gently grabbing Yoongi's waist and pulling him into his lap.

Yoongi pouted, crawling out of his boyfriends arms and turning away from him instead. He sat in the other side of the bench, his legs crossed as well as his arms.

Hoseok sighed deeply. "What's up with you?"

Yoongi looked down. "I'm just—disappointed.." he admit, avoiding eye contact.

Hoseok looked away. "With..who-?"

Yoongi bit his lip, wondering if he should confess the truth. "Y-You.."

Hoseok nodded and accepted the fact, his guilt suddenly returning to him.

"Jungkook didn't deserve what you did to him..now he has to leave all the progress he's made here in Seoul to waste. He has to go back to god dang Busan and that crappy private school that he came from just because jealousy knocked you in the head." Yoongi explained, his Tone a little snarky.

Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows. "Uh- yeah, of course I was jealous. How would you feel if I was all over someone else even though I'm dating you? Hm-? You'd be hurt right?"

Yoongi shrugged, nodding. "Well- yeah..but that wouldn't give me the rights to beat up the poor gu—"

"Yoongi. He knew for a fact at the time that we are together, yet he was still doing all these things to show me up. He made it so obvious that he was into you Yoongi, you're just too god damn oblivious to notice any of that." Hoseok replied, his voice getting louder as he continued to speak.

Yoongi looked down, trying to make it seem as if Hoseok's words didn't hurt. "Seok, violence is never an optio—"

"C-Can you just— b-be quiet?!" Hoseok yelped, holding his face in his hands. "I-I can't take this..a-any of this.." he mumbled, wiping his evident tears.

Yoongi's features softened looking up at Hoseok. "Wha- Hoseok..what's wrong? Are you oka—"

"I'm sorry Yoongi, I'm so so sorry..I've b-been a horrible boyfriend a-and I should've just a-accepted the fact that y-you will n-never feel the same way about me.." he paused. "I-I was stupid for th-thinking I'd be able to b-be good enough for you-" Hoseok ranted, hiding his face in his hands. He didn't want Yoongi to see the state he was in.

Yoongi's eyes saddened, scooting closer to Hoseok. "Seokie..no. Don't say that, please.." He frowned, kissing Hoseok's forehead. "You're the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for..alright?"

Hoseok shook his head. "B-But I'm not.." he leaned his forehead on Yoongi's.

Yoongi sighed, cupping Hoseok's face in his hands and wiping his tears. "Hobi please..you are." He looked down. "I-I'm the bad boyfriend, I keep messing up this relationship thing.."

Hoseok hummed, kissing Yoongi's cheek. "But that's where you're wrong..I try my best to be a good boyfriend but I keep fucking up. I need to just face the fact that I'm not good enough for you Yoongi.."

Yoongi shook his head. "N-No..Hoseok, stop. Don't keep telling yourself that, p-please.."

Hoseok sighed, avoiding eye contact. "I think we're just meant to be friends.."

Yoongi's eyes widened. "Hoseok..please- th-this is all a misunderstanding! I swear— p-please don't do this.."

Hoseok wiped Yoongi's tears, smiling sadly. "I-I'm sorry..it's for your happiness.." He got up, attempting to walk away.

Yoongi shook his head, getting up and hugging Hoseok tightly. "H-How am I s-supposed to be happy when the only one I-I love is trying to l-leave me?" He asked, his tears soaking into Hoseok's shirt.

Hoseok sighed, hugging back. "I-I love you too Yoongi..but I already know how the future is gonna be. You won't be satisfied with me."

Yoongi sniffled. "B-But—"

"We've been in and out of this relationship for awhile now..it isn't healthy." Hoseok interrupted, caressing Yoongi's face in his hands. "I'm so sorry.."

Yoongi's lips quivered, trying to keep back his tears. "P-Please Hoseok.."

Hoseok connected their lips, holding Yoongi's waist securely.

When they pulled away they both frowned. "I love you Baby.."

The nickname made Yoongi's heart crumble, nodding sadly. "I love you too hobi.."

Hoseok chuckled, kissing Yoongi's cheek one last time before walking away.

Yoongi watched as Hoseok faded into the distance, tears rolling down his face.

His body slowly lowered to the ground, collapsing on his knees. He stayed there for a good 5 minutes, crying his eyes out before heading back home.

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"Oh! Yoongi you're back from the park, who'd you visi—"

Yoongi ran into the house, ignoring his mother's welcome and running straight for his bedroom.

"Yoongi? Are you alright dear?" Mrs. Min asked, following her son to his bedroom.

She slowly opened the door, seeing Yoongi crying as hard as he could into a pillow.

She gasped, walking over and sitting on his bed. "Yoongi baby, what's wrong?"

Yoongi started crying harder, His mother not knowing why. The actual reason was because of the nickname. 'Baby', 'bub', and 'Princess' are probably the words he'll be dreading to hear for the next couple months.

Mrs. Min sighed, trying her best to make her son sit up, holding him gently. "Shh, it's alright..cry it out."

Yoongi of course wanted to be alone right now, but surprisingly- for once he didn't mind his mother trying to help out.

At the moment she seemed to be a good source of comfort.

Mrs. Min rubbed Yoongi's back softly, until his crying died down and he got too worn out to continue. Eventually, he fell asleep leaving Mrs. Mine with a sleepy baby boy in her arms.

She gently placed him down, tucking him in and kissing him softly on the forehead.

She took her thumb, gently wiping the tear stains from his chubby cheeks.

"Sweet dreams my baby..When you wake up I'll have a nicely cooked meal for you." She mumbled, playing with his soft hair.

"Whoever or whatever hurt you isn't worth crying over..you'll get over it..Goodnight." She whispered, kissing his head again and shutting off the light.

She quietly closed the door, sighing as she left the room.

What actually happened to make Yoongi cry so hard? After giving birth to Yoongi, to raising him by herself for 18 years..she had never seen him cry this hard.

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