•In the lap of the Gods• [ BTS ]

1.6. Hoseok's pov

》The envious die not once, but as oft as the envied win applause.《

There was undoubtedly too much happening in one day.

I have never been able to handle crowds well, unless it was those two rooms that shared the seven of us in childhood.

And now the crowd has become my reality. Wherever I turned, I saw mostly unfamiliar faces and hurried footsteps.

I would hear my name, which it was called by pople I see for the first time in my life. Everything happened in a hurry. Interviews, public speeches, it was all part of this play in which I had the main role.

Sometimes I think how much easier my life would have been if I had stayed at the law office. Maybe this mayor campaign was a bad move and it was too big step for me.

The campaign was underway, and it was up to me and my people to look as good as possible in the eyes of the public. I should have been a good example of a man who can lead this city one day.

And what I really need was to get away from it all for a while. And I couldn't help but think how Namjoon and Jin were enjoying their solitude and love together.

I couldn't help but wish I had what Jungkook and Taehyung have. And even Jimin found what kept him alive.

- Hoseok, you have one more interview before you leave... please get ready, we will start live in two minutes... - Lee informed me. He was my assistant, who maybe even enjoyed all this more than all of us together. The boy loved his job and I trusted him.

He had a headset microphone when he walked into the room where I was currently seated with several huge guys - bodyguards. We were moving towards a television studio, where I was supposed to give a short interview as a candidate for mayor, and at the same time wish everyone a happy winter holidays.

I had to accept stupid calls like this, it was all part of the performance that I had to act flawlessly. And when the curtains come down, then finally I could breathe a little and head to an even worse place than this.

While I was in my limo, on the way to the hotel, where Yoongi was waiting for me, I browsed twitter and other networks. There were all kinds of comments. I read the good ones, I skipped the bad ones. I left that to my assistant to deal with.

Before we parked in front of the luxury hotel, I glanced at the street across the hotel, where an apparently happy family was passing by. Two small children were holding the hands of their parents, with smiling faces. The father reached down to zip up the older boy's jacket, while the mother took the younger one in her arms.

I wanted to have that one day. I wanted to be normal, just like Sebastian wanted for us.

But it wasn't my fault.

It wasn't our fault.

- Sir, we have arrived. - the driver interrupted me. I nodded my head and got out of the vehicle, while putting the mask over my mouth.

The least I needed at that moment was for someone to see me while I was having lunch with my fiance.

The place where we had lunch that afternoon was very discreet. We were in a special section of the hotel's restaurant that was intended only for their special guests. The whole atmosphere, with Yoongi across from me was pleasant and liberating. The exact opposite of the hustle and bustle that loomed around every corner.

- Why do you think Sebastian invited us to the mansion tonight? Do you really think he misses us that much? I doubt he's ready to celebrate... - Yoongi asked me, while I was wiping my lips with a napkin.

- Ugh... I wouldn't know, baby. Maybe there really isn't some hidden reason... lately we are all too busy with various things, maybe he just wants a quiet evening with us. - I replied while tasting the luxury wine.

- Hm... - Yoongi was silent, as if he had nothing to say. His tompus was turned in his fingers while he drawing it closer to his lips.

He was pensive, and he knew very well that I could always tell when certain thoughts were bothering him. His blank face told me all that, even though he thought he was successful in hiding his emotions. We spent too many years together for me to miss all that.

- Baby... - I called him and interrupted his thoughts.

- What, love?

- Do you want to go on vacation with me? - I asked without thinking, my tongue was faster than my mind.

- I mean, when this whole election crap is over. Do you want to take time off from work and go somewhere far away? Just you and me? - I asked with a twinkle in my eye. I still had hidden and jealous thoughts about that happy family I saw some time ago.

- Of course, I would like that.

Maybe the two of us could be so happy one day... but I knew it was just a maybe. I also knew that as soon as I entered these political waters, it was strictly forbidden for me to lead the life I had led until now with him. We both knew it and it must have taken its toll.

I put the mask back over my face when it was time to leave the hotel and head to the mansion. I felt some discomfort in my stomach as I approached the car.

For a moment, Yoongi pushed me into the limo, which was parked in front of the hotel, and told the driver to wait. Then he took off my mask and kissed me.

I had no idea how much tension was taking over me, which was deeply rooted in my body. His kiss relaxed me and pleased me like never before.

The sound of the message interrupted our ideal moment, which we had less and less.

Yoongi looked at his phone with wide eyes and with 'I have to go', he kissed me once more and jumped out of the car.

I took my phone and called Jimin with hope that he would be able to pick me up, because the least I wanted was to go there completely alone.

I drank champagne, which warmed my body very quickly, while I was standing next to Jimin and Jin in the parlor. The others were there too, except Yoongi. I wondered what kind of urgent business he had on New Year's Eve.

However, I got my answer very quickly.

My fiance was standing at the door with Sebastian. I didn't understand anything. Was Sebastian his urgent job? Maybe it's just a coincidence...

I consoled myself in my thoughts, even though I knew deep down that we were all in deep shit.

And the only thing we could do at that moment was wait and hope that Sebastian didn't know what I thought he knew.

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