"S-sir?"
He stutters, cheeks tinting red as he adjusts his falling glasses up to his nasal bone.
"Hoseok, I need you to marry me."
"What?!"
The male shouts, heart racing wildly as he he stares at the silver haired male in disbelief.
[YoonSeok]
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Yoongi is genuinely confused, pouting unconsciously as he stares at the brunette who was working on a file from his cabin through the window.
How can a person be so selfless?
Hoseok is a lost puzzle piece in his opinion, not fitting and yet so unique.
Groaning, the man reaches out and grabs the intercom and calls the assistant. He can see the younger frowning at the interruption, lips jutting out as he picks up the phone.
"Yes sir?"
"In my office, right now."
He doesn't wait, hanging up and averting his eyes to the documents on the desk when he feels the brunette's eyes on him. Hoseok knocks on the door, entering when the silver haired male orders for him to come in.
"You called, sir?"
Yoongi looks up, staying mum for a minute as the smaller shifts in place awkwardly.
"Do you hate me?"
"W-what?"
The brunette seems taken aback, eyes wide as the older eyes him up and down, studying his every moves.
"You heard me, doll. Do you?."
Hoseok knows that he has to be honest with this man, considering the fact that he doesn't find any signs of joke in his words.
"No, I don't. I just hate the way you live. I know it's your life and that you have every right to lead it the way you want to but I hate that all you care about is yourself. I hate that you don't believe in love and use sex as an escape for whatever reasons. I hate that you're not realising the hurt you're causing to your family while partying away. I don't hate you, sir, but I hate your lifestyle."
He finishes, avoiding eye contact. He felt guilty somewhat, knowing that Yoongi might feel offended of what he had said but Hoseok is never the one to lie. It's dead silent for a few seconds before the older utters a blank "you can get back to your work, Hoseok."
Yoongi isn't supposed to be hurt, not when he knows everything the younger said is true. Yet, a small part of him wanted to stand up for himself, get angry and yell. Hoseok knew nothing about him but he had made assumptions of his own.
Love? Love for him was her, is her and will only be her.
Hoseok wouldn't understand, nor does Yoongi expect him to.
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Yoongi grabs his coat and walks out of his cabin after work with a sigh, shoulders heavy and tensed. He can't wait to go home and pour himself a glass of whiskey, drink in silence with no feelings weighing him down.
He reaches the parking lot gloomily, the sound of rain doing nothing to calm his mind that was left with spiralling thoughts after Hoseok's words. It is when he ignites the engine and stares at the steering wheel that he realises, the brunette had managed to get into his head effortlessly.
