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Chapter Five

Hoseok is biting back sobs at the back of the function, his boss kind enough to let him take a breather. He crouches against the wall, wiping his stray tears as his entire body shakes with his whimpers. He was tired.

The week had been so long, and he was stressed with exams and work and rent and— he chokes on a sob, trying his best to pull himself together. He finds it hard, because when he finally thought he had become civil with Min Yoongi, he had turned his back on him. He feels stupid for waving at him.

"Is your hand okay?" A familiar hoarse voice asks from afar. Hoseok turns his head and wipes at his tears quickly before turning to Yoongi. He is grateful that it was night time, not wanting the older to see him crying.

"Here to make fun of me?" Hoseok scowls, shivering at the cold night air. Yoongi steps forward, an unreadable expression etching his features. "Just go back inside, I will be fine."

"Why didn't you fight back?" Yoongi scowled, glaring into his eyes. He catches a glimpse of Hoseok's injuries before the younger covered them with his sleeve. "Why did you suddenly become so useless and take the fall?"

"Excuse me?" Hoseok gapes. Min Yoongi has absolutely lost his mind. "Who do you think they would side with, Min?" Hoseok steps closer. "A lowly peasant or a rich bastard?"

"If you had defied my father, if you had fought back then—

"Then what?" Hoseok cuts him off. "Then my life would be in shambles. Then I would never get the opportunity to live."

"This isn't a fucking K-drama, Jung." Yoongi spits, eyes raking over the younger's disheveled hair, down to his blood stained sleeve. "If you had fought back, I would have backed you up."

"Like hell you would." Hoseok scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "You turned your fucking back on me, I had never felt so alone even though you were present."

Yoongi is stunned back to silence, guilt rising up his throat once again. Hoseok still looked so beautiful despite all that had happened. He looks stronger, and that's what makes Yoongi weak.

"Who did this?" Yoongi spoke calmly, even though he already had suspicions. Hoseok looks away.

"I don't need you to fight my battles, Min." Hoseok curses with a whisper.

"Can you stop arguing with me please?" Yoongi says, and Hoseok almost stutters at the mere fact that he said please. He falters a bit.

"Why are you suddenly so interested in my life?" Hoseok says instead, ignoring the fact that the older had broken one of the many Min laws.

"Why did you accept a job like this?" Yoongi says, frustration building up in his chest. Hoseok scoffs at his naivety. "Why would you slave around and work at jobs that barely pay you?"

"Because it pays my rent." Hoseok sneers at him. "You are too caught up in your little socialite life to see that others are struggling to get by. I envy you for that. For being so closed off from the world. Pampered all your life—

"Stop." Yoongi hisses.

"For being so oblivious to how a person like me lives. Because you were fed with gold encrusted spoons all your life." Hoseok continues. "But I guess that makes me more human. Makes me more deserving of my success."

"Stop!" Yoongi breaks, eyes glossy. He chuckles humorously into the night air. "You don't know me."

"I know enough."

"Barely!" Yoongi finally looks back at him, lips wobbly. Hoseok was shocked to say the least. Gone was the egoistic, loathsome man. He looked fragile at most, like he could crack at the mere touch.