Angelic Evil Beauty •|SOPE|•

26.

Hoseok rushed inside the huge Park Mansion and it was like Dejavu.

A group of people was standing outside Yoongi’s room, from where sounds of screaming and shouting and breaking of glasses was coming. He ran upstairs and made his way towards the door of the room.

“Oh thank God you are here!” Jimin said, and turned towards Yoongi, whose back was facing them, he was about to throw another flower vase on the wall.
“Yoongi!! Hoseok is here!” Jimin shouted and suddenly Yoongi halted. Everyone was quiet and Yoongi slowly turned around.

Hoseok could see his red puffy eyes, tears still streaming down his face angrily, but as soon as he saw Hoseok looking at him with big wide eyes, his own eyes softened a bit, and he couldn’t help but sob, falling on his knees.

“Yoongi!” Hoseok ran towards his husband, crushing the glass pieces under his shoes, and crouched down.
Yoongi was wearing a thin shirt, with shorts, and Hoseok could see clearly that the younger’s knees were bruised now, He quickly picked the still crying Yoongi up, bridal style, and placed him on the bed.

Jimin looked at them for a second and then turned towards everyone else, ushering them to leave, closing the door behind him.

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Once they were alone, Hoseok rushed to the bathroom, getting the fırst aid kit and sat on the edge of the bed, gently keeping Yoongi’s legs on his own thighs, and treating them, with his eyes welling up with tears seeing the blood.

“W-where were you the whole day?” Yoongi’s small, almost inaudible voice came out, and he shifted a bit, to be even more nearer to Hoseok, resting his head on the elder’s shoulder.

Hoseok was taken aback, hut before he could say anything, Yoongi continued.
“I...d-don’t like it...” Yoongi mumbled closing his eyes, silent tears still leaving them, “I don’t like the f-feeling when you are not w-with me.” Yoongi cried, biting his lip.

Hoseok immediately turned around and hugged the younger, burying Yoongi’s face in his chest. Yoongi clutched Hoseok’s shirt tightly with both his fists.

“I h-have never felt this way.. for n-no one.” Yoongi mumbled. “I. I am s-scared Hoseok... I am s-so scared...” Yoongi cried even more and Hoseok just didn’t know how to react.

“W-Were you... I mean... a-all this... was it f-for me?” Hoseok asked, talking about the whole tantrum.

Yoongi didn’t say anything, but just nodded, sniffing and crying. “I. I w-wanted you to b-be here... you were g-gone since morning and n-no one knew where you were and I... I wanted to see y-you... to h-hold you... to-”
“You missed me Yoongi?” Hoseok asked softly, gently taking Yoongi’s face in his hands, so that he could tilt it and make him look into his eyes.

Yoongi bit his lip, his eyes still teary, his lips still wobbling and nodded a little,
“Oh baby...” Hoseok said and hugged him again and then pulled back to kiss Yoongi’s forehead.

“But that’s not the way you... you react when you miss someone” Hoseok talked gently, as if talking to a child, looking deep into Yoongi’s eyes.

Yoongi blinked at him, curiously, “T-Then how do we react when we miss someone?” He asked tilting his head.
That is when Hoseok realised how lost this boy was he never missed someone? Yes... he never missed someone because he never had someone in the first place...

Hoseok looked at Yoongi with so much love, gulping and trying to hold back his tears. Yoongi may be rude and arrogant for the rest of the world, but for Hoseok, He was just so innocent, so curious, just like a new born.