Chapter 43: Leaving The Sunset Woodland
"Yoongi!"
Hoseok had finally spotted his brother after minutes of searching. His hearted thundered in his chest as he thought about the possible dangers his little brother may have encountered. One of the guards who he had ordered to watch over Yoongi had reported to him through their communicator and he immediately rushed into the woods accompanied by a few guards. Why didn't Yoongi listen? What was he thinking? Perhaps there was something that caught his attention. But was it so important that he had to chase it deep into the woods with the risk of getting himself lost?
With quick steps, the second young master neared his disobedient little brother. His eyes grew sharp as he realized that his brother wasn't alone. He was with a stranger.
"Brother-"
"Are you alright?" He interrupted Yoongi's words as he gripped his shoulders, carefully examining his little brother.
After concluding that Yoongi was thankfully unharmed, he sighed in relief. However, it wasn't long before his eyes once again stared coldly at Yoongi. It looks surprisingly similar to Jaebum's stern icy gaze "Whatever your reasons are, it does not excuse you for disobeying me. I told you not to go off on your own, stay with the guards, and never leave the path yet you didn't listen. You know very well I told you that all for your own good."
Yoongi lowered his head, feeling a bit guilty. "I'm sorry..."
For some reason, Yoongi completely forgot his plan to shove all the blame on Mochi. He just felt too foolish and blameworthy under Hoseok's reprimanding gaze. He could have just told him that he was no longer a child and that he could take care of himself but somehow he turned speechless as Hoseok stared down at him, scolding him. It was rare for Hoseok to scold someone. Usually, he would just coldly ignore the person or mercilessly dismiss them.
Yoongi finally experienced Hoseok's sour side and he really doesn't know how to react to it. In the end, he could only bow his head as Hoseok kept reprimanding him.
Angelo watched like an audience of a show she finds interesting. Astonished, she watched her savior bowing his head like a child who had broken the rules of their family's ancestral home, waiting to be punished. Somehow, it felt funny and complicated at the same time. But she could understand the youth's silence. His older brother seemed like a butcher ready to chop down their heads, his eyes showed how worried he was yet his words were cruelly deep, cutting straight into your conscience.
"... I do not want to derive you of your excitements or take away your inquisitiveness of the world so I placed rules on you, ones that could make you do what you want and keep you safe at the same time. However, if you break them and something happens to you, I will never forgive myself. Yoongi, I know you are strong but there are times when your strength isn't enough to save you. So please, tell me next time anything goes wrong, Alright? Don't go running on your own." He patted Yoongi's head tenderly.
"Okay, I'm sorry..." Yoongi nodded with a lowered head. He glanced up at his brother before fiddling with the strap of his satchel.
"Good..." Hoseok nodded. He then turned to the young woman behind his brother. A Maeruthan, he thought. "Who's this?"
"This..." Yoongi stopped.
He realized he had never asked for her name after all the time they were together. Ugh, stupid...
The blonde woman smiled and bowed, "My name is Angelo Vreslof. Your brother had saved me from bandits I have encountered in the woods."
She began to narrate the situation in detail. The more Hoseok listen, the more his eyes softened as he glanced at Yoongi who was distractingly scolding Mochi in whispers. He knew his brother wouldn't rush off to somewhere without noticing anything strange.
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