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When I wake up in the morning, there he still is. His hair messy and covering his eyes as he sleeps like an angel. I face him, watching him as he sleeps so peacefully, something I hardly get to experience these days. His lips, his cheeks, even his nose looks so kissable. I bring my face further towards his, my lips barely hovering over his.
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" He murmurs as I realise he's been awake the whole time. Before I could reply he placed his lips on mine, kissing me softly. I kiss him back. Suddenly my phone is ringing with the contact number which I dread.
"Hello?" I answer into the phone as I pull away from mine and Yoongi's kiss.
"Mr Jung, We have an appointment scheduled in for you today at 12pm. Are you still able to make it?" Any good thought or feeling in my mind was banished by the cold reminder of my past and my never-ending depression.
"Yes I can.." I murmur into the phone, a numb expression washing over my face.
"Great. We will see you then" The receptionist from the institute says before briskly hanging up.
Yoongi is staring at me with wide doe eyes and a questioning expression on his face.
"Hoseok, is everything okay?" He asks me.
"Y-yea, I just have an appointment soon" I say as I look over at the clock which reads 10:30 am.
"Do you want me to take you?" He asks as he places a hand on my cool cheek, hooking a strand over my fringe behind my ear.
"O-okay" I say as I blush slightly, my expression still set cold.
"And your sure you're okay?" He asks once more, as he knows that I'm lying.
"I'm gonna get changed" I say quickly as I sit up, pulling on track pants and a muscle tee.
"I'll make us breakfast" I tell him with a small smile and shut the door to the bedroom behind me. I walk slowly into the kitchen, eyeing the fridge and cabinets which line the walls. I turn on the stove and place a pan down, cracking a couple eggs as I do so. I start on making a rice dish for the eggs to go with, hoping that the process of cooking will distract me like it usually does, even if I don't end up eating the food that my hands make. As I start plating up the food, Yoongi walks in pulling on a t-shirt after ruffling his bed hair. He sniffs the air like a child and at the sight of the food he practically drools.
"This looks so good Hobi" He smiles as he takes the plate from me, planting a kiss on my cheek as he does so. The nickname pierces through my heart like a knife causing tears to prick at my eyes.
"U-uh Yoongi, can you please not call me that.." I say beneath the prickling of the tears. He looks taken aback but can see the pain in my eyes.
"S-sure" He stutters back as he awkwardly rubs his neck, turning his head in the opposite direction of me. We eat our breakfast in silence, the only sound being the scraping of utensils and the smacks of lips after eating the food bit by bit. I turn to look at him while playing with my food and notice him chewing on his lip as if he is deep in anxious thought.
"Yoongi?" I say aloud, grabbing his attention. He snaps his head towards mine and gives a weak smile.
"What is it?" I ask him, not sure of why his mood has changed.
"I-I didn't know you didn't like being called that.. I mean.. I didn't want to hurt your feelings.." He trails off before sighing loudly.
"You didn't" I reply.
"It's just that Tara used to call me that so-"
"Oh.. Say no more, I'll never call you that again" He says as he picks at his fingernails, gently turning over his wrist to look at the watch woven around it.
"We better get you to your appointment" He says as he walks over to the couch, picking up his coat and car keys. I walk over the the coat holder and put on my own, stopping Yoongi as he walks past me. My finger tucked into his shirt in the form of fist, I pull him back towards me. I wrap my arms around his waist as I rest my head upon his chest.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean for you to thing you offended me" I say into his warm chest. His hand rests on the bak of my head, stroking me. He leans down and places a kiss against my forehead with closed eyes. As he opens them he cups my chin and looks straight into me.
"No, I'm sorry. I don't want to ever hurt you" He says as he takes my lips in his for a tender kiss. When he pulls away he brushes a small tear which escaped my eye and was trickling down my cheek.
"It's okay Hoseok, c'mon you're going to be late" He smiles as he takes my hand in his, leading me towards his car to take me to the institute.
Author here! Starting in this part and well from the previous ones as well, take notice of the songs linked above! The will have little hints through some parts of the lyrics to what is going on with some of the characters in the story! I though it was a fun little thing to add in :) Don't forget to vote and comment x <3 -Em
