Spectrum of Colors

Chapter 10: Anxiety attack. Chest scars. My secret.

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The same week that Yoongi had been sick, Hoseok had gone out to take the trash down to the building's trash can, when a woman walked by him. He had never seen her before.

"Hello neighbor, tell me, do you know what's wrong with your neighbor? You know, I'm speaking about  that man Infront of you. He is crazy, the other day he screamed horrible in the morning, did you hear him?" She said,

Hoseok's blood boiled in his veins. He felt so hurt and angry.  "It's not your business what he does, or stops doing, he is not crazy, he is my friend, and he had a nightmare." Hoseok said rudely and shoved her aside to pass, he walked back and disappeared through the stairs.

That week he had been hurt and furious. Next week a neighbor from downstairs knocked on his door. "Hey sorry to bother you Hoseok-ssi '' he said. He was an old man Hoseok knew well.

"Yes Mr. Kim?" He said back, fearing it was about Yoongi again.

"Well, I'm ashamed to ask you, but is it your trash, or your neighbor's? You see, someone leaves the trash in the wrong trash can, those are divided by colors, and yet I always find trash where it shouldn't be placed!" He said, angry.

Hoseok knew he never made that mistake, so for sure it would have to be Yoongi, the other day he found him throwing the cardboard onto the organic trash can.

"Sorry it was my fault, I probably made that mistake, you see I'm always running, and late for work or to bed, so I probably did that, I'll be more careful" he said smiling falsely.

He didn't know what was wrong with Yoongi, he sometimes suspected Yoongi had problems with his eyes, probably he needed glasses.

From that day, Hoseok would knock on Yoongi's door, or even go inside to recollect his trash too, and he would place it in the correct place to avoid conflict with the rest of the sour neighbors.

Yoongi didn't notice anything of this, as he was always inside his apartment he didn't hear all the neighbors saying stuff about him.

Hoseok would now cook for him or help him with safe ingredients that were difficult to get rotten or spoiled, so Yoongi could cook some meals by himself too. He would help him with his trash.

In exchange Yoongi had begun to help him out too. He would wake him up early for his job. He would call him every morning, and when Hoseok had a lot of work, he would clean his apartment and do the laundry, in his own washing machine as Hoseok one had color coded buttons.

He also would buy things for him. Nice pretty stuff like plushies, clothes, and plants for his apartment. Yoongi had a lot of money because his second book had been selling well and the third one was still in revision.

And from time to time Hoseok would come home with a tummy ache, he would get affected or stressed easily because of his patients he had to work with, he would suffer  for them, and his belly would feel it too.  So Yoongi would return the favor, he would take care of him, or rub his belly for him.

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The third week Hoseok had gone pretty early to work, he had an exhausting day, he had many patients for that week and precisely on that day, all of them wanted to move their appointments because of the upcoming kids vacation from school.

He went inside as always, he went to his locker where he changed his clothes. He again was wearing his green Hoodie, everyone always asked if his boyfriend had given that to him. He blushed hard and denied it, but everyone thought he had a secret boyfriend, even his boss believed it.

He left his clothes inside the locker, he was wearing the uniform, mint green clothes, he left his lunch box there and went to start his day.

That  day he didn't even have time to eat or drink water, he had been all day standing up, and working hard. His last patient was a girl. She was a new face, it was the first time he would work with her.