save me | yoonseok

Eleven.

Hoseok pov.

Rays of sun fell on my eyes, which I was forced to open. I stretched out my hand where he supposed to lay but he wasn't there. His side of bed was still warm which meant he's been gone for a couple minutes. I pulled into semi-sitting position and rubbed my eyes. My room isn't small but neither big - just bed, desk with a chair and laptop, shelves with books I like, many flowers and old gramophone from Eunji. She brought me the gramophone on my 20th birthday. Plus, a few gramophone records from The Beatles and Mozart. To be honest, it isn't exactly my cup of tea but she made me fall in love with it pretty easily. I've known her for three years now and she basically raised me and cared of me even more than my mother after dad left us. 

It was all his fault. He hurt her and broke her and made a monster from her. 

"Good morning, sunshine. I've got a breakfast for you." I heard and quickly turned my head to doors where he stood. His messy pink hair and big smile with red cheeks made me smile a bit.

"You didn't have to. I mean, thanks but still-" I stammered and he brought me a tray of food.

"Well, you're welcome. Eat properly, because today we're going shopping. Your fridge's completely empty." he explained, and I nodded.

"But we have to take Bh-unny with us." I said with full mouth of food. 

"Yah, Hoseok. It's rude to talk with your mouth full." he laughed and left the room. 

To be honest, I wasn't hungry but I didn't want to put his beautiful smile down so I ate it all. I had my medicines in a drawer from the bedside table what I have to take after breakfast. Two bottles full of different pills. Antidepressants and pain relieving drugs, my dear friends. I swallowed them with an orange juice and got up from bed. Downstairs, I saw my little sister eating  a breakfast with Yoongi. He showed her some photos and she was in awe. Her dream is to be a photographer but I can't buy her a good camera. I'm ashamed of it. 

"Okay, Jung family. Let's go shopping!" he enthusiastically clapped and Bunny slightly laughed.

***

"Hobi, we definitely have to take this." she pointed to pepero sticks and Yoongi easily wrapped his hand around my waist.

"No, Bunny. I told you we just have to buy what we need." I answered and she sighed. 

"I'm paying so you can buy whatever you want to, Bunny." Yoongi said and I bit my lip nervously.

"But-" I opened my mouth but he stopped me.

"No but. I insist on it, really." he said and Bunny took two boxes of pepero sticks.

"And then? What are we going to do then, Yoongi oppa?" she asked him and Yoongi intertwined our fingers. 

"Well, I think we could cook something delicious, maybe we could watch some movies and then, who knows?" he smiled on her. 

"Okay." she nodded and Yoongi pushed the trolley. 

"Wow, you really got her wrapped  around your finger. She adores you. She's usually shy around new people, especially boys." I smiled. 

"Well I admit I've got a charm. I mean, who could resist this cute face?" he chuckled and I hit his arm with a laugh.

"Sure you do, playboy." I said.

"Stop laughing at me, Hoseok." he frowned.

"Okay, okay. I'm really sorry." I raised my hands in a defensive gesture and he smiled.

"And, do you adore me too?" he asked with a smirk. 

"Maybe." I answered and bit my lip.

"I intend to spend a few days here so you better change your answer, boy." he said seriously, and I laughed softly. 

"I'll think about it, playboy." 

"Should I give you the good reason?" he asked and I chuckled. 

"Yes, please." I whispered.