Color of My Pain

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Hoseok felt more than a little worried at the idea of seeing Yoongi's father. The lavender lapped over his consciousness in soft, suffocating waves. They'd be safe behind the door from anything physical, there was an officer, and if he were to open his mouth to say something unsavory, Minhyuk would simply knock him upside the head. Probably. Regardless, it was him inside the room for Yoongi to lean on. Both of them were worried, Yoongi more so was anxious and Hoseok could understand.

"You can change your mind," He reassured him. "You don't have to push yourself too hard."

Yoongi smiled. "I kind of miss him, is that wrong?"

Hoseok breathed out slowly, wrapping Yoongi up in a hug. "It can't be, he's your dad even if he hasn't been very good at it."

Yoongi nodded against him.

. . .

After Mr. Jooheon and Minhyuk had gone and they'd crawled back under the crinkly sheets of the hospital beds, Yoongi giggled. "I think Dad's gonna have an aneurysm at this point, two soulmates and both boys."

"Maybe spontaneously combust," Hobi offered, breathing in the odd sterile smell of the hospital shampoo on Yoongi's hair. He could feel how much lighter Yoongi's thoughts were, as though that side of his dad was nowhere near the picture of who he'd been barely a month before.

"I think he's making progress. And I think I may start talking to him again. On some conditions." Yoongi admitted.

Hoseok nodded, rubbing circles against the elder's skin, urging him to speak.

"I remember when I was really little, my parents were still together and we went on a day trip to the waterfront. We all held hands and they picked me up to jump over the lines in the sidewalk. And then there was this playground, and it was made to look like a castle. In the evenings when everyone would leave, we'd play hide and seek, just us three. Dad even took me after their divorce. You wouldn't think so, but me and my dad used to be happy. He'd tell me about when he lived here and ask me about school and my friends."

Yoongi went quiet for a moment. "I think things went bad with us when Tae and Gguk got together for real. Like when they stopped hiding that they were soulmates. I think that scared my dad. His Uncle is kind of like my grandfather, he passed away around the same time and his wife and dad had this really long talk. I was playing outside with my older cousins and we could hear them yelling. I still don't know what about. But its like he's been angry ever since."

"I wish I'd have been there for you. And I'm sorry about your grandfather." He could feel warm tears on his shirt to, he kissed Yoongi's forehead, "Do you want some water?"

Yoongi shook his head and snuggled closer. "I feel tired now."

"Get some rest then, love," his own eyes felt heavy as well.

.  .  .

The next morning the boys woke up to a doctor and nurse checking their vitals.

"How are you feeling this morning? Everything seems to be in order, you'll be discharged this afternoon." The nurse asked. (idk how hospitals work it's wtvr)

Yoongi responded to her questions as Hoseok continued shaking himself out of his deep sleep.

By the time they were ready to leave they had accrued a tiny horde of escorts. Both sets of their parents, plus their partners (along with the officer), along with Namjoon, Jin, and Jimin.

The doctor looked them sternly in the eyes one at a time. "Never do that again. It was lucky you recovered so quickly, a next incidence may not be so fortunate."

They each solemnly agreed and ran hurried to their family, hand in hand.

"Where's Minhyuk?" Yoongi asked after a second scan of the crowd.

"He's outside, he wanted to pick something up for you." Jooheon reassured him. Hoseok squeezed his hand in response as they followed the rest of their group outside.

Minhyuk was by the door, flanked by Jeongguk and Taehyung.

Yoongi gasped almost involuntarily, "Tae! Gguk!"

He dropped Hoseok's hand in favor of being caught up in the couple's arms. Honestly, texting them during the hospital stay made him miss them even more.

"You're here!"

"How are you feeling?" Taehyung asked.

Jungkook was very quiet at his side, clutching at his shirt tightly. One hand unclasped its death grip to tug once on Yoongi's shirt.

" 'missed you." He mumbled.

Yoongi smiled and ruffled his hair. "Missed you too bubs, I'm okay now Tae, really."