Winter Nights ❄️

Trial By Fire

Hobi slammed the door (now fixed thanks to the landlord) to his apartment shut in frustration and bolted to his room. He had walked the whole way home in the negative degree weather but the anger he had been feeling kept his body warm the entire walk home. He could still feel the rage even now, his body shaking as he crawled into bed. He'd known from the start that this was a bad idea. Why he let Jungkook drag him there in the first place was beyond him.

He gave a long sigh and slapped his hands over his face. What a morning. He spread his fingers, allowing his eyes to peek through and looked around his room. Piles of clothes lay in various locations in various sizes. The plants in his window sill had long since died a few days after Jimin had left and his bed sheets had come up off the bed halfway.

Hobi gave another small sigh and reached down to grab a piece of clothing that lay at his feet. No sooner had his fingers touched the fabric than he could hear pounding on his apartment door. Judging by the way it sounded, he could for sure tell it wasn't anyone he knew. He gripped the shirt tightly in his hand as he slowly made his way towards the door. As he peered through the peephole the shirt fell out of his hands in shock.

Standing on the other side of the door was the same boy he had just slugged in the middle of the cafe not even two hours ago. He had his face cast downwards and was consistently rubbing the back of his neck with one hand while keeping his other in his jacket pocket. Hobi gave a low growl and pressed his forehead against the door with closed eyes.

"Fuck" he whispered.

The only person he could blame was Jungkook for giving this idiot his address. And of course it was something he would do because his best friend was as dense as wood when it came to being nice to literally everyone. You could rob him blind with a banana and he'd let you. It only made sense that Jungkook thought something good would come of sending this demon over here to make up for what happened earlier.

A hard knock to the door vibrated from the other side to his head causing him to snap back to his senses. Reluctantly he grabbed the door handle and pulled it open ever so slightly and popping his head out. Yoongi had his hand still up in the air as if he was about to knock again. The look on his face seemed like utter shock that Hobi had opened the door.

"Go away" Hobi growled as he glared at Yoongi with a disgusted look of pure annoyance.

Yoongi gave a half smile and sheepishly cocked his head to the side.

"Would it help if I said I'm sorry?"

"NO" Hobi responded curtly before trying to shut the door. But to his astonishment Yoongi had already shoved the door back and gotten half his body through the door before he could close it. The smell of pine, cigarettes and leather lingered between the two of them as they became only inches apart. Yoongi had his eyes fixated on Hobi's, a mug look written all over as his face as he stood still halfway in the doorway.

It was probably the shock from the guts Yoongi had to force himself inside HIS home but Hobi stepped back and allowed him to come further in. As he slowly came to the realization that a stranger was in his house he shook his head and bolted in front of Yoongi to stop him from proceeding further into the apartment.

"You do realize this is breaking and entering right?"Hobi hissed at him, his arms out as if warding the boy off.

"And this is a social call. You're friend was worried about you so he sent me. I also wanted to make it up to you for the comment i made earlier." Yoongi didn't move and kept his eyes locked on Hobi, his face and words sincere. Hobi could see the spot where he had hit him had turned a lovely shade of light purple and brown, indicating bruising.