Twisted Devotion(BTS X Hobi)

18~ Unraveling Dread

Authors pov

Three weeks had passed since the last time Hoseok had truly felt like himself. Every day had become a monotonous blur, one indistinguishable from the next. His body was worn, his spirit crushed, and his will to fight had long since dissipated. It was as if he was merely existing, floating through each day on autopilot.

Hoseok found himself seated on Jimin's lap, not by choice but by force. His body felt foreign to him—too thin, too weak, too frail. The six brothers had noticed his reluctance to eat, the way he had grown thinner with each passing day, and it infuriated them. They didn’t like the idea of their precious Hoseok wasting away.

Jimin held a bowl of noodles in one hand, the other holding a spoonful of the now cold food up to Hoseok's lips. Hoseok's face was void of emotion as he chewed mechanically, his jaw working over the food, mashing it into a paste that he couldn't bring himself to swallow. He simply kept chewing, letting the food become a tasteless, mushy mess in his mouth.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to eat. He just couldn’t keep the food down anymore. His stomach revolted against every bite, and it wasn’t long before he found himself retching after each meal. Lately, he had been sick a lot, his body rejecting the nourishment it so desperately needed.

He shuddered as memories of a recent incident with Yoongi flooded back to him. It had been one of those rare moments when something inside him had snapped. He hadn’t meant to, but when Yoongi had tried to force himself on him again, Hoseok had slapped him hard across the face. The words had tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them—angry, vicious words telling Yoongi to get out, to leave him alone.

The regret had come quickly after, as did the punishment. The brothers had made sure to remind him of his place, and Hoseok’s body still bore the marks from that afternoon. His voice was still raw from the screams they had forced out of him. He never wanted to go through that again.

But now, as he sat on Jimin's lap, he felt something else stirring inside him. Something unfamiliar, something that made him feel weak and tired all the time. He had been irritated a lot lately, snapping at the smallest things. He had tried to ignore it, but it was getting harder with each passing day.

His thoughts were interrupted as Jimin nudged him with the spoon, urging him to take another bite. Hoseok hesitated for a moment before timidly reaching up to hold Jimin’s hand, the one that was still holding the spoon. He looked down, his voice small and unsure as he mumbled, “I’m full.”

The room went silent as the other brothers’ eyes turned to him, their gazes heavy and expectant. Hoseok tried to make himself smaller, curling in on himself as if that would make him invisible.

Jimin’s tone was soft but firm as he said, “Just eat this one. Then you can stop.”

Hoseok shook his head, his stomach churning as he scrunched up his nose. The mere thought of swallowing another bite made him feel sick. But when Jimin ordered him to open his mouth, Hoseok had no choice but to obey. He opened his mouth reluctantly, and Jimin forced the food inside.

Hoseok chewed, his face contorted in disgust as the mushy food made its way down his throat. The moment he tried to swallow, his stomach rebelled, and he gagged, the sensation hitting him like a wave of nausea. Without warning, he vomited, the contents of his stomach spilling out and splattering all over Jimin.

“Eww!” Jimin shrieked in disgust, shoving Hoseok off his lap so forcefully that he nearly fell to the floor. He managed to stumble to his feet, but the wave of nausea that hit him next was overpowering. He barely made it to the trash bin before he was on his knees, vomiting again.

Jimin stood up, his face twisted in revulsion as he stared down at the mess on his clothes. “Disgusting,” he spat, throwing the spoon he had been using onto the floor in anger. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

The other brothers, who had been watching with varying degrees of interest, now stood up as well. Jin groaned loudly, his patience clearly wearing thin. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he demanded, his voice sharp and cold. Then, with a mocking sneer, he added, “Are you pregnant or something?”

The idea seemed to amuse the others. They chuckled amongst themselves, finding the notion of Hoseok being pregnant ridiculous. After all, he was a man—a concept they found laughable in their cruel, twisted way.

Jimin hissed in irritation as he turned on his heel, storming off to his room to change out of his soiled clothes. The other brothers left soon after, their laughter echoing down the hallway as they dispersed, leaving Hoseok alone.

Hoseok, meanwhile, was still hunched over the trash bin, his body convulsing as he vomited until there was nothing left. His stomach was empty, but the dry heaves continued, his body wracked with pain and exhaustion. When he finally stopped, he collapsed onto the floor, leaning back against the counter. His breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps as he stared up at the ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear.

“What’s happening to me?”