Waiting for you Anpanman | SOPE

The second date

a/n: Issa long one boys, and also full of fluff,

but it's not just that . . .

Hoseok dreamed that they were all together, having a party in his apartment. Jimin, Seokjin, Yoongi, Jungkook—even Namjoon and Taehyung were there. It felt oddly familiar to be all together, like it was supposed to have been that way all along.

His friends were laughing, having a good time. Jungkook was currently cutting into a red velvet cake while Taehyung and Jimin stood by eagerly awaiting a slice. Yoongi, Namjoon, and Seokjin were sitting on Hoseok's couch, teasing and talking to each other about the days before Yoongi and Namjoon had become cops, before their lives were thrown into a never-ending vat of horror and injustice.

Seokjin looked dead at Hoseok in the middle of their conversation with scarily dead eyes. "Something's coming this way." He said robotically. Hoseok instantly felt himself freeze up, the temperature of the room feeling like it had fallen 20 degrees. Jungkook gave out a yelp in the background, having accidently cut himself with the knife. Taehyung asking if he was alright in a panicked voice. Yoongi and Namjoon had vanished from their spots on the couch.

A vicious laugh sounded near Hoseok's ear. He wanted to turn his head to look, but he found he couldn't, even if he wanted to. His head would not turn. He could only sense the presence of something that shouldn't be there. It was an evil entity amidst his friends' prior happiness. It was the reason everything had gone bad.

The room fell into pitch black darkness, leaving Hobi alone to stand blindly. He couldn't see anything, the vast overwhelming darkness seeped into his skin. It felt like icicles were forming around him. He whimpered, desperately wanting someone there.

Yoongi suddenly appeared not far in front of him. Hoseok wanted to cry, his heart filled with relief as he took in the male's familiar form—but Yoongi wasn't smiling. He gazed at Hoseok with sad eyes, and that's when a black figure formed from the shadows and knocked him to the ground. Blood splattered into the darkness, Yoongi sinking into oblivion. Hoseok felt himself scream, but no sound came out. It was utterly quiet in the darkness.

He felt tears as they streamed down his face. A crushing sense of anguish and helplessness washing over him in a wave. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his arm, but it wasn't a menacing hand, this had was warm, melting the ice away from his skin, making him feel human once again.

It was Jungkook. Hoseok looked over at the other, tears shining in his eyes. Jungkook was saying something, but Hoseok couldn't quite make it out. It only made him cry harder.

"Hoseok—Hoseok—Hoseok!" Hobi jolted awake, sitting up so fast the detective barely had time to lean back to avoid being knocked in the face.

Hoseok was on his own couch, in his own living room. Yoongi was hovering worriedly above him. The morning sun shined through the open blinds of his living room. He could have sworn he saw a wisp disappear out of the corner of his eye.

He was safe. Yoongi was here, he hadn't died. He belatedly noticed the wet tracks on his cheeks. Hobi reached up to wipe them away, but a hand beat him too it.

Yoongi looked at him with a softness Hoseok hadn't thought the other could possess. It instantly flipped his heart upside down. Like he wasn't emotional enough.

"Are you okay?" Yoongi asked as he wiped up the last of Hobi's tears, "Bad dream?"

Hobi nodded numbly, a shaky laugh forced out of his dry throat. "You could say that." By impulse, the pulled the other one close to him so that he was hugging his stomach from his seat on the couch. "Please don't leave me." Hobi mumbled into his clothes, not thinking Yoongi would hear.