Hypnotized//JH

.33.

Awkward....

I clasped my hands together in between my thighs as I stared at the passing train of trees, my eyes constantly shifting between the window that was next to me (or whatever was left of it), and the windshield ahead. The excessive blowing of wind made it quite difficult for us to have any form of conversation, not that any of us were gonna die for it, but the tension was too strong to the point that just the idea of taking a quick glimpse of Yoongi hurt my brain. Plus, it was already a miracle that he had agreed to drive me after whatever I had done to him and his car.

"So, Yoo-" I started as an attempt to break the ice between the two of us, but he suddenly shook his head and said," Nope. We are not doing that."

"Okay," I retreated and relaxed my back again against the back of the chair to look through the window again.

Well, that was embarrassing.

I could feel the heat forming in my face and ears but the wind eventually cooled it down. Whatever just happened gave me a sign that it's probably best the two of us don't try to cross ways, that he is just doing me a favor out of manhood and nothing else. He was probably still pissed at me for what had happened, but you couldn't exactly blame me either. How was I supposed to know that a car was gonna appear all of a sudden after not getting a trace of a single car for a whole straight hour, maybe more?

So we just stayed silent the whole way, a surprisingly long yet comforting ride. I dare to say comforting just for the sole reason that I left Hoseok behind, that I pulled myself out of a heart wrenching situation. I tried to not think about whatever Hoseok had said, tried to make excuses for his behavior, but I couldn't. There was no way the two of us were brought up together in the same orphanage, and even if that was supposedly true, there is absolutely no chance that whatever he had said about Jimin was true. Or the fact that he had feelings for me this long.

Him having feelings towards me would explain a lot of things in regards to why he suddenly felt the urge to help me out, but it clearly doesn't explain why he put me through this mess in the first place. Had he actually cherished me as much as he claimed to, he wouldn't have reached out to me in such a manner, and most importantly he wouldn't have gained my compliance through fear and threat.

The main question was: what did he think would happen after he confesses such things, regardless of their accuracy? Did he even think how I'd be able to go back to staying with him after he admits to such things? And why would he even confess to such things after only a day or two of us hanging around?Is he really that stupid?

But he isn't. His mind is far too complex for him to be that impulsive and rash with his actions. That gave me just as much reason to be doubtful of his honesty.

My train of thoughts were interrupted when we finally joined a highway. The sudden introduction of light into our surroundings made me squint, and the intensity of it arose a headache. But it made my heart flutter. It felt like freedom. A subtle smile found it's way to my lips as Yoongi took familiar turns to where our city is.