It didn't happen right away, but you love Hoseok with all your heart. Your first thought in the morning and the only thing on your mind before you sleep, and you'd do anything to keep it that way.
Even if it hurts.
Drunk people in the woods meant everyone sneaking off to do God knows what. That included your boyfriend's little ragtag group of friends too.
Jimin, of course, was the first to disappear; slinking off to go get his date a refill. You now knew her as Lee Raemi, a demure little sophomore who was quick to go find him after an awkward 15 minutes had passed. Then there was Namjoon who just abruptly stood and walked away, pulling his newly acquired girlfriend behind him.
Now you're stuck with a drunk Hoseok and brooding Yoongi.
You stared at the huge bonfire which had died down a little bit with time. Hoseok was singing along to the music blaring through the dark forest, drunkenly dancing.
You could feel his eyes on you, that just made you stare at the fire harder. Adrenaline was starting to pump through your veins which had your legs bouncing in an attempt to keep your composure.
"Have you told him?" You cut your eyes to him, head snapping around so fast your hair was thrust into your face, sticking to your glossy lips.
Yoongi's stare was piercing, like a predator circling his prey, just waiting for them to let down their guard so they could go in for the kill. You bit your lip, looking down at the dirt being kicked up by your feet before meeting his gaze again.
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You let him think you were ashamed, that he had you cornered with nowhere else to run from the guilt that's supposed to be eating you up inside.
"Hoseok, I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back." Your boyfriend wrapped his arms around you swaying from side to side with his face in your neck slurring words to the song playing. Yoongi stared at you with an unreadable expression, white knuckles gripping the beer bottle in his hand like it was a grenade. Maybe he wanted to chuck it at you, could you blame him?
"I'll show you where it is." He dug his fingers into your arm before pulling you away from his still swaying friend. Hoseok would be alright.
"Ow, you're hurting me! Get your hands off me before I scream Yoongi. Get your-" The words died on your tongue as you walked past the port-a-potties the yearbook committee rented for the bonfire and deeper into the wood instead. This isn't how you planned for the night to go.
The sound of the music was a low thrum now with the distance you'd gone away from everyone.
You stumbled when he let go of your arm swinging you around to face him, jaw tight and body rigid with unbridled tension.
"What's wrong with you?!"
He couldn't ever say he really knew you but, Yoongi just couldn't stomach how normal you seemed to be acting. As if you hadn't slit a poor girl's throat open because of a misunderstanding.
"You need to ask yourself that. You're sicker in the head than I thought." Ringed fingers running through his hair, he scoffed with a smirk before glaring at you. "Sitting there like you don't have Mina's fucking blood on your hands."
