Hoseok came into the living room, where the boys played their games on the TV. "I'm going to go lay down with Yoongi. If you need one of us, that's where we'll be."
"Is Yoongi samchon okay?" Taemin asked. "Surprisingly, yeah, I think he is. Just I think he needs some time to process."
Hoseok looked at Jimin. "Jiminaa, in time, you'll know, but not until Yoongi wants others to." Jimin only nodded as Hoseok walked out of the room.
Hoseok walked into the bedroom, and Yoongi was just standing there, and Hoseok looked at him. "What's wrong?" "My bag, I just dropped it in here." "Your bag?" Hoseok questioned.
"The one from October, from Namjoon's place, he brought it back to me when he came. I just tossed it in here and came out to sit with you." "So, what's wrong?" "It's weird.
I don't want to open it." Yoongi stated. "Reminds you of that weekend?" Hoseok responded, and Yoongi slowly nodded.
"Would you like me to? Or would you like me just to sit it aside until you're ready to deal with it?" "I need to deal with it now." Yoongi walked over to the bed and unzipped the bag. He pulled out his clothes and noticed the shorts and boxers he was wearing when Namjoon hit him.
The boxer had evidence of what Namjoon had done to him, blood and feces. Namjoon didn't realize that he packed them or, for all Yoongi knew, he could have put them in his bag himself. He barely remembers that night.
"I think I'll have that other drink now," Yoongi said as he continued to hold the boxers in his hand, and Hoseok could even see because they were a light blue. Hoseok brought over the trash can, "Yeah, I think you are ready for that drink." Yoongi looked at what he was holding and dropped both the shorts and boxers in the trash, and Hoseok went to pull the bag.
Yoongi stopped him so he could throw out the t-shirt that he was wearing that night too. He wanted nothing to do with any of the clothes from that night. He wished he would have never gone that weekend in October now.
Yoongi walked out their bedroom door to the deck as Hoseok walked through the house to the kitchen. He threw the bag away in the kitchen garbage as he grabbed a few glasses. After putting a couple of shots of whiskey in each glass, he filled them with coke.
"I thought you two were going to lay down?" Taemin asked as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. "Yoongi needed a drink, and we are back on the deck," Hoseok responded, and Taemin looked at Hoseok, worried. "Just a small setback, that's all.
Namjoon brought his bag from October home." "Okay." Taemin watched Hoseok walk out.
He looked through the fridge and grabbed some pop and then a few things out of the cupboards and went to throw a box in the recycling and noticed the clear bag from Yoongi and Hoseok's room. He could see clothes in it and pulled them out of the trash. He looked out the door and could see that Yoongi and Hoseok were just looking out towards the pool, so he quickly untied the bag and pulled out the clothes.
He never noticed that Jimin was standing in the kitchen doorway watching him. When Taemin pulled out the shirt, he wondered why Yoongi would throw it away. Then he pulled out the boxers.
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