My gay best friend. (Sope)

Chapter 3: Yoongi's Confused Heart.

WARNINGS: Mention of depression, and bad eating habits, body image, a small accident referring a car but it was avoided in the end, and also a homophobic scene, involving violence and a small fight, small minor injuries but in the end everything solves.

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Chapter 3:
Yoongi's Confused Heart.

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Yoongi had woken up, he had thought Hoseok was still in bed because he rarely worked on Saturdays plus the fact that his best friend had gone to sleep crying on one of his depressed episodes, and also with a stomach ache.

He decided to let him sleep a little more, he didn't know Hoseok had already gone to work. He went to the kitchen, he found out that the light dinner he had made was still there, so he decided to cook something else, something healthy, full of protein, nutrients and vitamins, as lately Hoseok would eat too few.

Once it was done he went excited to wake up Hoseok, but when he entered the room, he found out Hoseok's bed was already made, there wasn't his school bag, or scarf, apparently he had felt better and went out early in the morning, without telling Yoongi.

Yoongi felt slightly hurt, because he thought Hoseok was so sick and pitiful, all sad and in need of a friend and that because of that he had been sleeping, but apparently Hoseok didn't even bother telling him he was going out.

Yoongi was shocked, he couldn't believe Hoseok went away without even telling him before. Yoongi looked sadly at his breakfast. It was already pretty late in the day.

It was 12:30 already, so he thought probably Hoseok wouldn't come back until 3:00 or 4:00 in the afternoon, after all he just worked half time.

Yoongi sat down, he began to eat his own breakfast, for some reason he missed eating with Hoseok, it was kind of their thing, they would always wait for each other, or at least would eat alone when the other was busy and wouldn't return or go early to work.

He didn't know why he felt so uneasy about Hoseok not informing him of his whereabouts. Yoongi munched his fruit slowly, he was trying to diet in order to lose some weight, he knew Heather liked him the way he was, but still, everytime he thought about his best friend, being all thin and cute, he couldn't stop himself wanting to be like him.

He was still eating when the door suddenly burst open, he jumped, he was not expecting Hoseok to return so early from work.

He still had some fruit inside his mouth, he looked at Hoseok who also jumped back surprised to find his roommate having breakfast alone.

"Hoseok? Where have you been? I cooked breakfast for you, but you weren't in your room." Yoongi said, after swallowing and sitting back.

Hoseok took away his outwear, shoes, school bag and he walked all the way to the table. He sat in front of Yoongi.

"Sorry Hyungie, didn't you see your phone? I sent you a message, I had forgotten I had work today, my shift was today." Hoseok said sadly, the shame still burning him, he felt so bad about what had happened at work today.

Yoongi was shocked, if Hoseok had his shift today, then why was he back so soon, was he sick?

"Hobi, are you still feeling sick? Why are you here this early?" Yoongi asked, worrying for his dumb friend. He didn't care anymore about Hoseok not telling him anything, he felt at ease to see Hoseok, he didn't know why, or could express the feeling he had of joy, and happiness seeing Hoseok there.

"Not really, I mess everything, again. I was at work today, Jimin went by, he teased me again with that slutty ass, I fell for it, and well, the rest is history, my boss scolded me, he shouted at me, I was really ashamed, scared and humiliated."  Hoseok said all sad, the tears already falling down his eyes, his cheeks burned red with embarrassment and frustration just remembering it. "Plus, I didn't eat  anything for breakfast, and my tummy was in pain all morning. Can I still eat your breakfast Hyungie? Are you mad at me?" Hoseok asked, feeling worse for noticing all the stuff Yoongi cooked for him, while he didn't even inform him he was going to work.