Between Blood and Desire ~ YoonMinSeok

Attention.

Authors pov

Hoseok sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, his fingers twisting nervously in his lap as he glanced between Jimin and Yoongi. The living room was thick with tension, both men sitting across from each other, their glares sharp enough to cut glass. He had called them together, hoping to resolve the storm brewing between them, but now, faced with their unrelenting hostility, he wasn’t even sure where to begin.

Before he could open his mouth, Jimin’s icy voice sliced through the silence. “I told you last night to make sure he was gone before morning,” he said, his glare snapping to Hoseok. “Did you forget, or are you just ignoring me now?”

Hoseok’s eyes widened as the memory of Jimin’s words hit him. He had completely forgotten in the chaos of everything. He turned to Yoongi, who was leaning back in his chair with a smirk.

“I’m not leaving,” Yoongi said coolly, his tone laced with challenge. “Not unless Hoseok comes with me.”

“Over my dead body,” Jimin shot back instantly, standing abruptly.

Yoongi mirrored his movement, standing with deliberate calmness. “Fine. Then I’m staying. I can’t leave my babies here alone.”

Hoseok’s face flushed a deep crimson at Yoongi’s words, but it was nothing compared to the storm that overtook Jimin. His jaw tightened, his fists clenching as he took a step forward. “What did you just call my husband?”

Yoongi’s smirk widened. “I called him my baby,” he repeated, his voice dripping with mockery.

Hoseok’s heart leapt in panic as he shot to his feet, wedging himself between the two men. He placed a hand on each of their chests, trying to push them apart. “Stop this! Both of you, calm down!”

Jimin didn’t even glance at him, his eyes locked on Yoongi. “Hoseok, tell him to get the fuck out of my house.”

“Never,” Yoongi snapped before Hoseok could say a word.

The next moment happened too fast for Hoseok to process. Jimin’s fist shot forward, catching Yoongi on the side of the jaw. The sound of the hit echoed through the room. Yoongi stumbled but quickly recovered, shoving Hoseok out of the way as he lunged at Jimin.

“Stop!” Hoseok shouted, but his voice was lost in the chaos.

Yoongi’s fist slammed into Jimin’s cheek, making him stagger. Jimin countered with a jab to Yoongi’s ribs, and the two men grappled, their movements raw and vicious. Yoongi grabbed Jimin by the collar, and continuesly punched him, but Jimin broke free with a sharp elbow to Yoongi’s side. The fight was relentless, their fury boiling over with every punch and shove.

Furniture scraped against the floor, a lamp fell with a crash, and Hoseok stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. This wasn’t just a fight; it was an explosion of every unresolved emotion, every unspoken word.

“Stop it!” Hoseok’s scream rang out, louder than the chaos.

Both men froze, their fists mid-air as they turned toward Hoseok. He stood trembling, his chest heaving, his face flushed with anger and hurt.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” Hoseok demanded, his voice shaking but powerful. “Do you think this is helping? Do you think this is what I want? Watching you tear each other apart like this? You’re both so damn selfish, too busy trying to prove something to each other to even think about me!”

Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. “I am not a prize to be fought over! I am not some possession you can claim! I’m a person, someone who has been trying to keep everything together while you two rip it apart!” His voice cracked, raw and filled with emotion. “If this is how you show you care about me, then maybe I’m better off without either of you!”

The room fell silent, his words hanging in the air like a weight. Jimin and Yoongi stood frozen, their faces pale and their eyes wide. Hoseok took a shaky breath, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

He let out a heavy sigh and turned toward them. “Come on,” he muttered, his voice softer now but still firm. “I’m treating your wounds.”

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed each of their hands and led them to the kitchen. They followed silently, their steps heavy with guilt.

Once they were seated, Hoseok retrieved the first aid kit from under the counter, slamming it onto the table with more force than necessary. He opened it and began pulling out supplies, the tension in the room still thick.

He moved toward Jimin first, grabbing a cotton pad and antiseptic. But before he could start, Yoongi whined, grabbing his wrist. “It hurts,” Yoongi murmured, pointing to his split lip with a pout.

Hoseok glanced at him, exasperated, but before he could respond, Jimin grabbed his other hand. “My eye’s worse,” Jimin said, his tone sharp but almost teasing. “It could use a kiss.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed as he turned to Jimin. “You’re such a child,” he spat before turning his gaze back to Hoseok. “Ignore him. I need your attention.”

Hoseok closed his eyes and let out a long, weary sigh, shaking his head. “God, give me strength,” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.

He stood between them, their demands tugging at both his arms, and for the first time in a long time, he felt utterly drained.