What a Wet Blanket • Yoonseok °SEQUEL°

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Hoseok sighed for the hundredth time that day as he fiddled the key of his apartment in the key hole to open the door, once he entered the house he was met with silence.

Hoseok set down his small pack back filled with medical books and sauntered to his bedroom to find Yoongi laying on Hoseok's now made bed with his back leaning on the head board of the bed with ear buds in as he typed rapidly on his laptop resting on his legs that were stretched out in front of him.

Hoseok felt a cheeky grin spread on his face to the absolute stunning beauty of his lover.

Hoseok cleared his throat loudly and that got Yoongi's attention, Yoongi's dulled eyes rose to meet Hoseok's form. The emotions in Yoongi's orbs changed faster than TV channels, from bored and dull to frightened and startled.

Yoongi jumped slightly.

"Jesus Christ! I didn't even hear you come in!" Yoongi gasped placing his hand over his heart hoping it would stop it from racing. Yoongi pulled out his ear buds as he heard Hoseok's faint chuckle, Hoseok then crawled on the bed, beside Yoongi and laid his head across Yoongi's lap after, of course, scooting his laptop off first. Yoongi looked down at him concerned as he started to run his fingers through Hoseok's black locks. "Is....... is something wrong?" Yoongi asked nervously, he was never the type of guy comfortable with emotional talks.

Hoseok sighed and stared at the ceiling.

"Well..... today during the lunch break Jackson invited us to the bar and I said I would ask you if you'd like to come along and he almost immediately said it wasn't a good idea...." Hoseok, paused, thinking hard of what was not to like about Yoongi, he was just rough around the edges, no big deal. "And I asked him why, and he said because you're a 'wet blanket'. What the hell doesn't that even mean?" Hoseok gritted his teeth through the last sentence.

Yoongi felt his heart sting the name 'wet blanket', he remembers in high school. 'Wet blanket' was just another way of saying a 'party pooper' or a 'Debby downer'.

"You can go." Yoongi said emotionlessly. Trying to seem like he wasn't hurt by the nickname 'wet blanket'.

Hoseok brows knitted as he rose his head from Yoongi's lap to meet his ice cold gaze. The type of gaze he would use on people at work to stay away from him.

"Huh?" Was all Hoseok could say.

"You can go the stupid bar, with or without me, for me it doesn't make a difference." Yoongi spoke in a stiff tone looking at Hoseok's conflicted eyes with blank dull ones.

"W-what's that supposed to mean?" Hoseok asked, confused out of his mind.

"I need to catch up on work anyway, you'll just distract me." Yoongi said bluntly.

Distract?

Hoseok felt his heart sink.

Is that what he thinks of me?

I'm just a distraction?

A burden?

Anger replaced the sadness in Hoseok and it started to boil.

"Oh! I get it now. Mr. I don't give a shit, I don't give a fuck!" Hoseok growled ripping away from Yoongi.

Yoongi sat there wondering what he had said to offend him.

"You'll just distract me."

Shit.

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You can kill me now.