RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 90: SAFE

Yoongi silenced him,
placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
"And I'll involve myself in more mess
as long as it's you I'm fighting for..."
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...I love you...

Hoseok didn't know when he slept off, but the last thing he could remember was watching the tall round wall he'd spent many of his youthful years inside destroy to the ground behind them as Yoongi drove them off from the scene.

When he woke up, he met himself in a bigger room with darker aesthetics.

Yoongi's

Although, he had never been to the alpha's room before, there was no way he could mistake it as someone else's. The scent alone that surrounded him was a huge give away.

Hoseok sat up, taking in his surroundings. His Tattered clothes were changed to a gray tee shirt that stopped midway his tigh, his thin, newly bruised legs left bare.

Hoseok stared at his surroundings, the overwhelming scent of Yoongi's pheromones flooding his senses, grounding him amidst the haze of confusion. It was a stark contrast to the scent of blood and despair that had clung to him back in the silo, and he found himself momentarily lost, trying to reconcile the fact that he was truly safe now. He gingerly reached up, touching the bandages wrapped around his wrists, wincing at the tenderness. Someone—likely Yoongi—had taken the time to clean and tend to his wounds while he was unconscious.

The door to the bathroom creaked open, earning a flinch from Hoseok as a shirtless Yoongi walked in, his gaze landing on the omega. Yoongi paused for a moment, observing Hoseok with an intensity that made the omega's heart skip a beat, feeling exposed, as he began tugging on the hem of his shirt, attempting to cover as much skin as possible. There was something different about seeing the alpha in his own space, more relaxed but no less commanding. Yoongi's eyes softened, and he took a step forward, his voice low and soothing, "You're awake."

Hoseok swallowed, his throat feeling dry. "How long...?" he croaked out, his voice barely more than a whisper. He hadn't expected to speak, but the question slipped out before he could stop it.

"Two days," Yoongi replied, settling down on the edge of the bed with a towel still slung over his shoulder. "You were exhausted. Your body needed time to recover." He completed, picking a glass of water from the bed stand, before handing it to the omega.

The room went silent as yoongi watched the omega gulp down the water hungrily. This was the first good nutrient he was taking in weeks. He so much needed it.

How are you feeling?" Yoongi asked gently, collecting the empty glass from him. Hoseok blinked a few times, momentarily lost by the question.

How was he feeling?

He didn't know how to answer that. He felt everything and nothing all at once. He was alive, yes, but every breath he took felt heavy, laden with memories he wished he could forget. "I... I don't know," he finally murmured, his voice barely audible.

Yoongi let out a soft sigh, nodding as if he understood the turmoil that brewed within Hoseok. He set the glass aside, reaching out with gentle hands to brush back the strands of hair sticking to Hoseok's forehead. The touch was tender, a stark contrast to the violence they had just escaped.

"That's okay," Yoongi said quietly. "You don't have to know right now. You don't have to have all the answers."

Hoseok's eyes welled up with tears, and he bit down on his lip, hard, willing himself not to break down again. He had done enough crying, hadn't he? But Yoongi's touch, his voice, the safety he felt in this room—it was all so overwhelming. The tears fell anyway, slipping down his cheeks, and before he could apologize, Yoongi pulled him into his arms, holding him against his bare chest.