Your Hope (YoonSeok)

Chap 21

Create yourself

- Unknown.

Hoseok's Pov

I woke up with a groan and stretched my arms above my head but winced from the pain. I looked down and saw I was shirtless but I had a bandage wrapped around my waist.

Then it all came back to me, the fight last night then just as he was going down he pulled a knife and ran when the sirens went off. The rest is just a blur. I think Chan brought me home I'm not sure.

I swung my legs of the bed and looked down saw I was wearing jeans and there was one sock of and one sock lying on the floor near my shoes.

I tried pushing myself off the bed but it hurt too much. When I finally stood up I had to crouch over to keep the pain at bay. I walked over to the bathroom and got some painkillers and took them drinking from the tap.

I quickly brushed my teeth and splash cold water on my face. I took my sock off and threw it in the laundry bin. I took my jeans off and threw them in there too. I walked back into my room and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and put them on.

I walked into the living and did a double take, there he was.

His brown hair sprawled around him and he was curled tightly in a ball. He had no pillow but the blanket just covering his feet slightly.

Yoongi was shivering slightly. I walked over and placed the blanket over him.

I know it was creepy staring at him but I couldn't help it. I rubbed my hand over my face and walked into the kitchen. I started to boil the kettle so I could make some tea.

I took an apple and sat at the dining table.

Fuck why am I feeling like this? Never have I ever felt like this. I don't know this feeling before, so foreign.

His grandpa reminded me of mine before he passed.

Yoongi's dad, well as he calls him Sejun really pissed me off that day saying them things about Seokjin and Yoongi. Then calling me a hooligan was the icing on the cake. But something inside me was yelling to protect them and stand up for them.

I heard a little groan then little footsteps walk across the living room, the bathroom door shut and the sound of running water echoed through the house.

I made us both tea. Mine black and his milk with four sugars. When he first told me he likes it like that my face just screwed up in disgust.

I walked into the living room and placed the tea's on the coffee table and sat down.

Once I heard the toilet flush, the tap turn on and off the door finally opened. Yoongi had worn some tracksuit bottoms with a white top which had bits of blood on it.

"Where's the blood from?" I asked watching him sit down next to me.

"Bringing you home and fixing you up last night." He said sipping his tea.

"Oh thank you," I said.

"You need to be more careful Hoseok because one day the police will get you or worse you'll be left bleeding on the street." He said sharply.

"I know, I know." I rubbed a hand down my face.

"No, I don't think you know Hoseok." He turned to face me crossing his legs under him. "I was so fucking scared Hoseok. Having to drag your body and watching you lose so much damn blood. It hurt."

Pot calling the fucking kettle black.

"So I have to sit back and watch you fucking self-harm yourself knowing I'm trying to help, but it is never good enough. You still do it!" I was getting angry now.

"You don't understand Hoseok!" He screamed.

"Then make me understand Yoongi," I screamed back at him.

He gripped his hair in his hands and screamed angrily. I shook my head and picked him up placing him on my lap.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to shout at you," I whispered in his ear, rubbing my hand up and down his back. He had his head tucked into my neck and was sobbing. I felt his hot tears run down my neck.

"I'm s-sorry." He whispered.

"I know, me too Yoongi."

He turned so his legs were straddling my lap, he was looking at my bare chest and the tattoos covering my whole chest and arms.

"You can ask about them," I say. "I'll tell you the meanings."

"What? They have meanings?" He gasped.

"Well some of them, some I drew and liked them."

"You drew them yourself?" He ran his finger down the inside of my arm.

He gently takes my arm and places it in front of him. He starts to study them.

I feel my breath peak but I act casual.

"How about...this one." He begins to point but I lean forward quickly taking his head into my hands.

It's the first time we've kissed and there is passion and want between us. It feels natural like we've done this a thousand times before.

Yoongi's POV.

The kiss is hard, considering how careful Hoseok is around me sometimes. His lips begin to move to my jaw and up back to my lips.

"Yoongi." He whispers against my lips.

"Mmm." I lean my forehead against his slightly out of breath.

"I shouldn't have done that." He said placing me next to him.

I felt embarrassed and just so shocked. I nodded, I grabbed my shoes and quickly shoved them on. I grabbed my jacket and chucked it. I didn't say anything but just run out of the apartment all the way home.