DayDream [A Sope/Yoonseok Fanfiction]

Chapter Seven: Hope World

credit to buseoks above.

I profusely apologise for the disappearance. 

n.b. when I talk about regression here I'm not referring to literal age regression. Not that there's anything wrong with it, just didn't want to cause confusion. 

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Needless to say, Namjoon was as disgruntled as getting woken up as Jimin was for being left tied to a bed backboard. He was however, far less understanding over the matter of being interrupted. This was evident from the scowl plastered across his face as he wandered into the dorm's living room clad in a pair of boxers - a scowl that only deepened as he noticed Sae-mi was still present. 

He'd been having a rather peaceful set of dreams, a pleasant ending to the adorably romantic affair he and Seokjin had wrapped themselves in, one was desperately wishing to return to once faced with the calamity at hand. He had no idea why the group had decided he should be awoken - especially since Yoongi was far more than responsible enough to clear up the youngster's messes. 

"We actually wanted Seokjin too." Yoongi grumbled, looking sheepish.

"Well you've only got me so shut it and explain. NOW." 

As far as he could see, he was dealing with three hormonal maknae line, a vomiting rapper, a rapper who seemed to have regressed to a toddler in regards to his emotional capabilities and one confused looking make-up artist. All of which seemed pretty normal for BTS except the one fact that it was all occuring at one moment in time in one single room.

As far as Namjoon could decipher, Taehyung had broken protocol and joined Sae-mi at a basketball game, Yoongi and Hoseok had gotten into an arguement at the studio and Jikook had been doing Jikook things (he hadn't wished to ask). It had not answered his questions at all, but at least the confessors had said something rather than looking at him in silence. It had, also, caused the group to slowly calm themselves down. 

"It's three am, we have a wake-up call at 7. Sae-mi, you might as well stay here in Jimin's bed since Kook's isn't clean and that's their fault." The two youngsters, who once would have looked sheepishly apologetic, simply looked proud at such a statement. Then again, with their journey of love... could you blame them for being proud at not only being together, but also having their gay sex life casually spoken about by another?  

"Hoseok have you finished vomiting?" The rapper nodded, finally pulling his head away from the sink. But his eyes would not meet those within the room, his feet shuffling quickly against the varnished flooring in deep desire to depart swiftly. Something had happened. Namjoon noted. Something within that argument was uncommon. His stomach churned uncomfortably. But whatever it was, had to wait. The boys needed to sleep. 

"Yoongi can you help Hobi into his room-"

"-no." Hoseok's firm word caused a sharp shift in mood. Every single occupant stared at him in shock, mouths open, hanging, in silence, "I don't want him to touch me." By the corner of the sofa, Yoongi's head hung low, avoiding the inevitable stares drawn between him and his best friend. It made him sick to the stomach, his mind churning with horrific dismay.

"Hoseok." Namjoon spoke slowly, eyeing Yoongi cautiously as he stepped past the older to reach the distressed rapper, "Let Yoongi help you." But even as the words passed his lips, he recognised the shake of a head from Agust D in his periphery and knew any attempt at resolving the situation - whatever the situation was - was futile. 

"No!" Hoseok yelled, his voice trembling. He jabbed an accusatory finger at Min Yoongi's blank features. "I will not let him touch me until he's figured out his god damn feel-"