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triple update (3/3)

⏸️Play - Lovely [Billie Eilish, Khalid]

Third person's pov

A throbbing pain is what Yoongi woke up to. His head aching everywhere, his eyes a little blurry.

He looked around, realising that he was in a room.

A room?

Wait?

Oh, right. The club room. The place where people generally get laid. And right, he passed out, he could tell. Maybe, someone took him here, he guesses.

He didn't care.

Stumbling, he slowly got out of the bed, walking towards the wooden door, cursing himself for getting so drunk.

His mind slowly started replaying yesterday's events. As much as he wanted them to be his worst nightmare, he knew it was all true.

Wanting nothing but to get back to his and Jungkook's shared apartment, he hopped inside his car. Once inside, the ravenet started the engine.

Moving down the roads, he could see the vanishing outside of the club he spent his previous night in.

Okay, maybe driving back to the apartment was a bad choice. The only other place he could go in this state right now would be to his house, the one where he was supposed to live with Hoseok.

Driving back home, Yoongi's mind was all over the place. But mostly on the image that was etched in his brain. The same one he was mulling on the night before.

Hoseok's tear stained face, bloodshot eyes, his lips more pale and chapped, yet his eyes held no emotions. His eyes looked so dead.

The question raised again. How hadn't he noticed that before? How?

Something akin guilt and nervousness churned in the bottom of his stomach. He didn't like it. He didn't like what he was feeling. In the pit of his stomach. Maybe he should talk to the younger.

It's about time we resolve whatever had happened between us.

He thought to himself. Getting his Hoseok back would mean the world to him, even if it made him look pathetic.

So much in his thoughts, he didn't notice that he was already outside the house. Switching the engine off, he hopped off the car and walked inside, using the spare key.

Walking inside, he noticed a slump on the couch--Hoseok.

"It's 11.30 in the morning and he's still sleeping?" Yoongi mumbled to himself, a frown creasing on his forehead.

As long as he remembered, Hoseok was a morning person, more than excited to wake up for a new day.

But, Yoongi didn't know that was 6 or was it 7..? He doesn't remember, but it's been years.

Sleep? Hoseok was deprived of it for years. But Yoongi didn't have to know it.

Trudging towards the couch, he stood near Hoseok's leg--nudging him softly to wake the younger.

No response.

Sighing, he decided to shake the younger to wake him up.

Leaning forward he shoke the younger a few times, calling his name.

"Yah Jung,"

No response.

"Hoseok,"

No response.