Happy // j.hs

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Yoongi's POV

I'm half way down the street when I realise I've forgotten my phone.

"Fuck" I curse under my breath as I turn around, heading back to his house. Hoseok intrigues me. Because of him I'm feeling things that I've never felt before. But there's something strange to him. He's either really happy or really down. He had that bruise on his face which I have no clue what it is from. And this morning? That comment about the whole sleeping together thing? He was the pabo he suggested it in the first place. I'm at his front door when I hear the cries from inside.

"Why, why you!? Tara, I'm so sorry" I can hear him crying through the door. It breaks my heart hearing him sound so weak and,

broken.

I open the door quickly rushing in to find Hoseok in ball on his kitchen floor, crying an rocking bacl and forth as his arm bleeds.

"What happened? Hoseok?" I try to turn his body to face me but he cries out, slamming his fists against the ground; his knuckles going white and cracking from the constant force.

"H-hoseok stop, it's okay!" I say as I pull him into my arms pinning his body in place. He struggles to get out of my grasp, punching and clawing at my chest and then his body goes limp and the room fills up with shallow cries and his shallow breathing.

"It's all my fault Y-yoongi" He cries into my chest as I hold him, the blood from his knuckles and arm staining my clothes, my skin and my hair.

"Come on, let's clean you up" I say softly as I pick him up and help him into his bathroom. He sits on the floor against the shower still crying.

"Where's your first aid kit?" I ask him to which he replies to by pointing at one of the drawers. I open it up and find countless bottles of anti-depressants and sleeping pills. I instantly shut the drawer and move to the next one finding the first aid kit. I bring the kit over and pull out the alcohol wipes. I wipe at the cut on his arm, thankfully it's not too deep so I can stop the bleeding and put a plaster over it. I make my way down to his bruised knuckles. I hold his hands as I wipe the cuts and he winces through his tears. I pull out some anti-bacterial cream from the kit and rub them into his knuckles. I stop and look at him, his tired face, his swollen eyes and weak expression.

"Aish stop crying, everything's fine now" I say.

"Not in my mind" He whimpers as he stands pulling his blood-stained shirt off exposing his toned upper body.

"Where do you think you're going?" I say grabbing his hand.

"Away from everyone" He says numbly. Just to make sure I follow him to the bedroom, watching him curl into ball silently crying.

"Please Hoseok.." I say as I move closer to him.

"Please go away for now.." He whispers.

"I'm going to go and clean up then" I whisper, exiting his room. I walk into his bathroom, shedding my clothes as I step into his shower to wash the blood off me. It take four washes of shampoo to get the blood out of my hair and the water stains a murky red ish-brown. I step out and dry off, tying the towel around my waist. I pick up Hoseok's top as well as my own clothes and head through to his laundry to put them in the wash. I wait for a few minutes as I watch the washing machine spin in circles before going back to Hoseok. I tip-toe back to his room, and open the door carefully. He's standing in front of the mirror staring. He notices I'm there and turns around to face me.

"Yoongi I'm sorry" He whispers as he walks over to me, enveloping me in a strong hug, our bare chest brushing and pressing together. I raise my hand to his hair and stroke it as he holds on to me. He pulls away to look me in the eyes.

"Why are you so nice to me sometimes and so mean the other times?"

The sentence catches me off guard, making me admit to something I'd never felt before.

"B-because, I have feelings for you" The words linger in the air like smoke, like Hoseok is getting drunk off the words. He steps closer to me.

"You mean that's why you act the way you do?.." He questions me.

"Yes I-" Before I could finish my sentence my feelings take over and I'm locking lips with him. Our lips mould together as he kisses back tenderly. His hand reaches up to my hair, cradling my head and his fingers brushing through my hair. I deepen the kiss, licking his bottom lip gently before nipping it as he lets out a small moan, giving my tongue entrance to his mouth. I grip his hair as I thrust my tongue inside his mouth, tasting his tongue and sweet breath. Suddenly his hands are on my chest pushing me away. His eyes are watery as he looks at me.

"Y-yoongi I can't do this" He says. I look at his weak expression and see that I've taken advantage of the situation.

"You're right this never should have happened.." I say as I walk out of his room.

"See you in class" I say as I grab my wet clothes out of the washing machine, putting them on and dripping water out his front door.