BTS Oneshots|BoyxBoy

Long Sleeves

SOPE
*warning self harm*

Hoseok pov
A shiver ran up my spine as I ran my fingers across the smooth paper of my book. The texture of the paper always calmed me and made me feel safe, that sounds dumb but it's true. We all have our own "safety blankets" that calm us, or our own habits that we do when nervous or stressed. My safety blanket is old paper or books and my habit is running my fingers over the textured surface. My boyfriends safety blanket is long sleeve shirts and his habit is hiding his hands in the sleeves.

I don't think I've ever seen Yoongi in a short sleeve shirt. All he wears is long sleeve, even in the summer. Me and Yoongi have been together for two years, we also live together, but during those two years I've never seen Yoongi's arms. I use to tease Yoongi about his weird habit, until one time I went to far and I made him cry. He didn't talk to me for a week after that. Sometimes I wonder if maybe Yoongi's habit is more of a psychological problem, like maybe he is self conscious or something worse. But I always reassure myself that it's just a harmless habit, like my books.

I returned my focus back to my book but froze when I heard sobbing coming from our bedroom. I thought Yoongi was asleep. My heart raced as I ran to our bedroom and swung open the door. My eyes landed on Yoongi who was wrapped up in a blanket and crying on our bed. Slowly I approached Yoongi, being careful not to scare him. "Yoongi" I whispered and gently petted his soft hair, Yoongi's red eyes looked up at me for a split second before falling back down to stare at the bed. "Baby what's wrong?" I asked and continued to stroke Yoongi's hair, which always seemed to calm him down, my eyes drifted down and that's when I realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. I've never seen Yoongi shirtless, I was in awe at the small amount of pale milky skin peeking out through the blanket. I guess Yoongi could feel my state because he quickly pulled the blanket up and wrapped it around his self tighter. "Y-Yoongi please talk to me." I cooed, still staring at the spot where Yoongi's skin once was, "I-I have n-no shirts." Yoongi finally sobbed. I wanted to laugh at how silly my boyfriend was acting but obviously this was a serious problem, for Yoongi. "Oh, you haven't done laundry yet?" I asked, Yoongi shook his head as a response, "why can't you just do laundry?" I giggled, I couldn't help it. Yoongi glared at me and tightened his grip on the blanket, "because we are out of laundry detergent." He spat. I was a little shocked at my boyfriends rude behavior but I guess I deserved it since I'm the one who buys stuff like that. "Oh uh I'm sorry babe." I apologized, suddenly feeling small under Yoongi's hateful glare. "Hey you can borrow one of my shirts." I said cheerily then jumped up from the bed and ran over to my closet. I scanned the contents before grabbing a dark blue short sleeve t-shirt that I thought would fit my smaller boyfriend. I ran back over to the bed and handed Yoongi the shirt, he took the shirt is his hands and examined it before looking up at me in disbelief. "What?" I asked, Yoongi's glared slowly softened into dissapointment as he threw the shirt away from him. "I thought you knew me." Yoongi whispered as more tears collected in his eyes, it took my brain a few seconds to process what was happening until I realized what I had done. I gave Yoongi a short sleeve shirt. "Oh shit um I'm sorry, hold on." I said frantically before running back to my closet and grabbing a grey long sleeve shirt. I ran back over to Yoongi and handed him the shirt, "I'm really sorry babe, I forgot." I mumbled as I stared at the ground. Yoongi sighed "it's ok but please turn around." My heart ached knowing I would probably never see my boyfriends beautiful body. Even though I didn't want to I found myself slowly turning around so Yoongi could put the shirt on.

"Ok" He mumbled, sadly I turned around to find Yoongi sitting on the bed with the oversized shirt covering all his beautiful milky torso and arms. I gave Yoongi one more sad smile before trudging out of our room and into the living room to read my book. I couldn't focus on my book though, I couldn't stop thinking about Yoongi and our relationship. We've never made love, I've never seen him naked, he rarely tells me stuff. Our relationship isn't even a relationship, it's more like having a roommate. My eyes watered just thinking about leaving Yoongi but maybe it's for the best. What if he doesn't even love me? Because it sure seems that way. My sadness slowly boiled into anger as I thought about how many days I've wasted being with Yoongi. This relationship is pointless.

Yoongi pov
I smiled as I inhaled the scent of Hoseok's shirt, it was so calming. Way better than my shirts. I felt bad for getting mad at Hoseok so I decided to go and apologize. I hate to think I mad the man I love upset or mad at me. I shuffled into the living room to find Hoseok putting on his shoes and coat. "W-what are you doing?" I asked, my words already becoming shaky from the tears pricking my eyes. Hoseok glared at me before turning away to grab his car keys off of the coffee table. "Hoseok." I whimpered and reached out to grab his arm only for him to pull away as if I had a contagious disease. "Oh so now you want me." Hoseok spat as he continued to glare at me, what did I do, I didn't think I made him this upset. My small hands bunched up in my sleeves as I stood under my boyfriends glare, something I do when I'm nervous or scared. "Hoseok I'm s-sorry." I whimpered, I don't even know what I'm apologizing for, Hoseok rolled his eyes and moved towards the front door. "Please don't leave me!" I cried and reached out for Hoseok as if I was drowning and he was my lifeline. Hoseok shoved my small body away before grabbing the door and swinging it open, he's leaving me. Before Hoseok left he stopped and sighed, "This relationship is nonexistent, I know you don't love me and I sure as hell don't love you anymore." He spat before slamming the door. I sat on the cold hardwood floor, the entire apartment suddenly feeling dark and depressing. My tears fell from my cheeks and landed on my sleeves, tarnishing the only piece of Hoseok I had left. My fingers shook as I slowly lifted up my sleeve to reveal all the pale red scars decorating my wrist.
"I do love you."

(Wow this was sadder then I thought it would be. Don't worry the next ones won't be this depressing. Bye bye!)