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Banging on the door.
Hoseok groaned from being woken up on his couch. He slowly sat up as the banging on the door continued, getting up from the couch with slightly wobbly legs. He slowly walked to the door, wiping his eyes as he unlocks his door and twists his doorknob, opening the door.
He immediately faced Minho.
Hoseok's heart dropped, widening his eyes. "I—"
"What did you do to him!?" Minho spoke up, interrupting the boy as he walked in, making Hoseok back up.
Oh, he is extremely pissed. Minho didn't give a fuck about what time it was, he confronts him at any time he wanted to. He cared about Yoongi just like his own husband does too. Just like a father does to their kids.
"Wh-What are you taking about?" Hoseok nervously spoke.
"You know what you fucking did." Minho closed the door behind him with brows knitted, fists tightened. "You fucked my kid?"
Hoseok widen his eyes. I'm screwed. "Mr.Woo, you got it all wrong—"
"Oh, so you're trying to say he's lying to us?"
"N-No, sir, it was a simple drunken mistake!" Hoseok was panicking. "I-It wasn't a lie!"
"If it was a drunken mistake, then why the fuck didn't you stop him during so!?" The older male yells.
"I was high! I-I was out of my mind, I didn't know what was going on!" Hoseok gulped hard.
"You weren't drugged like a molly, Jung. If you're still able to fucking drive while high, you could've pushed my son off so it wouldn't happen" Minho muttered down at him.
"Son?"
Minho curls his brows, shaking his head. "F-Forget that! You know what you did to him. You let it fucking happen."
"For what I did, I'm really and extremely sorry. Please. I know I fucked up horribly and I should've known better. Please forgive me, sir." Hoseok begs, having his hands in a praying manner.
"You did mess up. You should be happy I'm not ruining your fucking face."
Hoseok stares while watching the older turn around a pulled the door open, leaving the room by slamming the door closed, making the boy jump. Then Hoseok remembered something, looking up at the door. He quickly grabbed the doorknob to pull open the door and jogging out of his house to still see Minho still walking up to his car.
"Mr.Woo wait!"
Minho was about to open his car door, looking up at the younger. "Go back inside. I don't want to talk anymore."
"I-I'm not friends with Yoongi anymore!"
Minho slightly curls his brows, closing his door and walking back up to him. "What're you saying?"
"I told Yoongi, recently, that I shouldn't be friends with him anymore. I told him I was bad for him." Hoseok says, sighing.
"What?"
Hoseok gulped hard. "I don't think..me having sex with him was the one thing that upset him..." He says. "I can't hurt him anymore by just being around him. He shouldn't be friends with me."
"Hoseok, you're his only friend! Are you an idiot!?" Minho knits his brows. "He has no one now!"
"He still has you guys. He's better off without me, sir. I'm just hurting him by being around him."
"You can't be serious, Hoseok."
"I am serious." Hoseok says. "I don't want to hurt Yoongi anymore. I'm bad for him."
Minho's brows went into a curl. He decided to turn around to open his car door and getting in. Hoseok's brows curls, watching the older male drive off with a worried expression across his face. Minho seems like something more happened to him than just his random sad crying. Hoseok exhales, sitting down on the cold ground.
"I hope he's off my back." Hoseok says to himself. "And at least okay..."
