𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴.

16

third person

hoseok has no idea as to where yoongi could've gone, since there is absolutely no way he would go back to his house.

so an hour later, the boy gave up and started walking back home, until he smells the rancid smoke of a cigarette.

he looks to his right, and spots some smoke coming from a tree.

he runs toward the tree and gets a good glimpse of yoongi, who's sitting on a branch, his leg dangling as he let out puffs of smoke.

"yoongi..?" hoseok timidly says which captures the black haired boys attention.

"what?"

"i don't really know why you're mad, but if it's because of what you saw in my kitchen-- it was an accident and you didn't see what you think you saw. and, either way, i'm not yours, so you have no reason to be mad about what i do."

yoongi scoffs, "by now i would've thought you would've known you're mine."

"yoongi, i fucking slipped on some baking ingredients, i didn't intentionally kiss him! he's my best friend!"

yoongi suddenly jumps down from the branch, which scares the shit out of hoseok since he wasn't expecting it, and a cloud of smoke swooshes toward hoseok's face.

hoseok coughs. yoongi stares at him for a few seconds, before throwing his cigarette onto the ground and crushing it under his foot. "well would you want to be mine?" 

hoseok remains silent, but then looks up to see a look of hurt on yoongi's face, "okay. i take that as a no, i'll see you tomorrow, hoseok."

and with that, yoongi walks away, hands in his pockets.

"yoongi wait!" hoseok calls out, but to no avail, yoongi ignores him.

"please yoongi, you know i just didn't get to answer!" hoseok contemplates running after him or letting him cool off.

a sigh emits from the boys lips and he watches yoongi turnaround the corner.

----

"yoongi i know you're mad but please answer," hoseok says into his phone that keeps repeating the same damn 'i'm sorry, this person cannot come to the phone right now'.

he frowns and lets himself fall back onto his bed, a groan leaving his lips.

"yoongi's just being an idiot," he says to himself.

he's about to close his eyes when all of a sudden there are knocks coming from his window.

he gets up from his bed and opens his blinds, seeing yoongi across from him, throwing erasers at his window.

a big smile slips onto hoseok's face, yoongi must've finally come to his senses. his smile drops when he spots yoongi's tear streaked face and bruised cheek when he opens his window.

yoongi whimpers something unintelligible, and to be honest, hoseok's shocked to see the boy in such a state but nonetheless he nods. "do you want me to come over?"

yoongi nods, eyes not leaving hoseok who begins to close his window.

he figures that he can't walk into yoongi's house considering his father's still home and he's probably the one who inflicted this pain on yoongi. it would make everything worse if hoseok walks in and is spotted by the man.

"i'll be over in a minute," hoseok says. he closes the window before rushing downstairs.

"hey dad, can i borrow the ladder?" hoseok calls out.

"yeah! what for?" mr.jung replies as he emerges from his study.

"i kind of need to get something from a- uh a tree."

"go ahead," mr.jung says and ruffes hoseok's hair.

"dad i'm not ten anymore and it's after my first soccer game."

"ah well you're still that ten year old to me," mr.jung smiles teasingly, laughing as he walks back into his study.

hoseok huffs and goes out the back door to enter his backyard, where his shed is located.

----

ten minutes later and hoseok finally has the ladder in front of yoongi's window and starts to climb it.

once he gets up he sees that yoongi left the window open, and hoseok- as smoothly as he can, slips through the window-- which isn't that smoothly, as hoseok crashes down onto the floor and rolls over with a grunt.

he looks up at yoongi, who's sat on his bed, his knees to his chest and face covered by his arms.

hoseok hears little sniffles and a small chuckle come from yoongi, as he gets up. he sighs in relief as he stretches his back out before he closes the window.

he takes off his shoes and crawls onto the bed, arms immediately circling around yoongi, pulling him close.

"what happened?" hoseok whispers.

"my dad, happened that's what. there's not much to explain, really," yoongi says as he looks at hoseok.

honestly, that's all hoseok needs before he quickly wipes away any tears from yoongi's eyes and gives him a kiss on the forehead.

yoongi lets out a shaky breath and hoseok shushes him, running his fingers through his hair.

"it's alright. you're safe with me."

a/n: aw yoonseok is so cute oml