Your Hope (YoonSeok)

Chap 14

Your only problem, perhaps, is that you scream without letting yourself cry

- Friedrich Nietzsche

Hoseok's Pov

I woke up on the sofa and looked around my empty apartment. I had no one all except Yoongi now.

I met his grandpa last night. He saw a sleeping Yoongi on my back because when I saw him stumbling at the trains station I knew he was worn out. Soon I felt his steady breathing on my neck.

His grandpa was treating me like a person. Like a real person not someone with tattoos or how I had several bruises lining my face. Before I left he hugged me and thanked me for taking him out today even though we ditch.

I walked into my bathroom and took a quick shower. I put on a plain black top with my jeans and Jordan's. I slipped on my black leather jacket and let my hair air dry.

I looked in the fridge for something to eat and it was empty. I looked in all the cupboard and nothing was in them except a tin of baked beans. I sighed and grabbed my keys and walked out the doors.

I knew tonight I would have to fight to get some money.

I made my way to school and I walked in the gates and I was getting more states than usual. I just shrugged it off, I made my way to Yoongi's locker first.

I never knew why he looked so sad all the time. But I had my suspicion. He either lost his parents or something around the lines. I was just waiting for him to tell me instead of me guessing.

I've been waiting for around ten minutes and Yoongi should have been here by now. I shrugged it off and walked to my first class I knew I shared with most of the popular and Yoongi.

"....hospital." I hear someone mutter.

I sat down in my seat and looked to Yoongi's and it was empty. I frowned and looked towards the front. I felt someone sit on my lap and wrap an arm around my neck and rest on my chest.

"So Hoseok baby. Now that Yoongi is in the hospital want to...." That's all I heard because Yoongi was in the hospital.

He was fine when I left him last night. He was fine I know it. I pushed the girl off my lap and ran out of the classroom.

I called for a taxi and told him to take me to the local hospital. It took around ten minutes and the whole time my leg wouldn't stop shaking. When we arrived in realised I didn't have any money. So I just ran out leaving the cab driving shouting at me.

I got to the reception. "Urm Min Yoongi he was brought in," I said to the elderly women.

"Okay dear hang on." I saw her finger type on the keyboard. "Floor 3 room 113. Poor thing, take care dear."

"Thank you," I said and ran up the stairs all the way to the third floor. I was slightly out of breath by the time I reached the floor.

I started looking at all the rooms and they started all the way from number one.

109.110.111.112.

I saw his grandpa with a man outside the door. His grandpa turned to me and smiled sadly.

"Oh dear, you should be in school." He grabbed my hand and sat me down.

"I know but I heard he was in the hospital and I came straight here. Is he okay? What happened?" I rushed out.

"Dear I'm not sure if you know. He lost his mother in an accident. He watched his mother burn to death. He self-harms he thinks I don't know but I do. He has nightmares nearly every night but since you have come along he hasn't had many. "

So he did lose a parent and he watched his mum burn to death.

"Early morning he kept saying I didn't do it. He keeps asking for me to believe him he didn't do it. He keeps asking everyone to believe him. He had self-harmed very badly." His grandpa started to have tears down his eyes. "It was horrible." He sobbed.

I didn't know what came over me, I cuddle him up in my arms and let him cry.

"Here, son you go see Yoongi." I turned to see the man with his grandpa. He looked around his grandpa age. My guess he is his lover or some sort.

"Thank you." I handed him over to him and walked into the hospital room.

What I saw made my cold heart shatter. He looked so vulnerable. He was whispering to himself and he had these restraints around his wrist. The badges went all the way up his arms.

Yoongi's eyes flickered to mine but then flickered back to the wall. I walked over and sat in the chair that was next to the bed.

"Hey," I said quietly taking his cold hand in mine. Every time I touched him he was always cold. "What happened?"

He was just staring at me with a blank expression on his face.

"Hoseok I'm not a murderer." He said so quietly. "I didn't kill her."

"I know, I know you didn't. " I stroked his hair.

"But-but this person keeps telling me I did." He stuck out his bottom lip.

"Yoongi that person isn't real. You didn't kill your mum." I frowned watching him take in my words.

He scrunched up his face and started to whisper to himself. I couldn't keep seeing him like this. I climbed on the bed and scooted him over and the pulled him into my chest.

"She told me to run." He whispered. "I couldn't get her out fast enough."

"Yoongi listen to me." I tilted his face up so his hazel eyes could meet my dark eyes. "This wasn't your fault, that person that is telling you that it was isn't real. You tried your best. It wasn't your fault." I looked at the arm that was draped over my waist and slowly ran my finger over the bandages.

"You're going to be okay Yoongi." I kissed his forehead.