Hobi On Your Front Porch [yoonseok]

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Loneliness. It is a harsh and cruel feeling. It wraps around you, making you feel like you're solitary and have nobody to be with you. Loneliness is a feeling normal to twenty-four year old, Min Yoongi.

Ever since he got kicked out of his home at age eighteen, Yoongi had never again been held in the warm arms of an embrace. He was cold and harsh with people around him due to being scarred ever since his childhood. That being the main reason people left him. They showed him no patience.

Yoongi had been struggling financially, trying to pay off his student loans from college, pay his home bills, and getting food. It became simpler as he earned his degree and got under Big Hit Entertainment. He may have money, but the money could never fill the hole in his heart.

Today, everything seemed to be going wrong for Yoongi. First off, he had forgotten his wallet at home. Yoongi ran back to go get it, but it had made him late for his bus. To try and catch it, he slipped and cut his palms. He walked into the studio late, earning him a scolding from some of his co-workers. After that, he went to buy groceries, which he bumped into one of his old 'friends' who didn't acknowledge him. To make matters even worse, it began to rain, which just made Yoongi even grumpier.

Now Yoongi was walking through the rain, trying to not mind the pain in his palms from carrying the bags home. He grimaced at the audible squish that his shoes would make at the water sloshing in them. He was bound to catch a cold. He could feel it coming in a way. He neared his home, smiling to himself. At least he'd be warm in a few minutes.

As he walked up the street, he switched the bags onto one hand, fishing for his keys on another pocket. He heard the small jingle as he took them out, walking up the pavement of his house as he heard small sniffles. Yoongi dropped his bags at a heartbreaking sight.

A man, probably younger than himself was sat on his porch. He was visibly trembling, arms wrapped securely around himself, most likely for warmth. Small sobs escaped his lips as he cried more. For some reason, Yoongi felt his heart ache more. With quiet steps, Yoongi went up to his porch, kneeling beside the crying man, taking sight at his clothing.

The man with a longish face was dressed on a pair of short shorts and a white t-shirt that clung to his body due to the water, his eyes were rimmed by tears. A gash ran across his thigh, he whimpered as Yoongi made contact with him.

"Are you okay, Darling?" Yoongi didn't know where the pet name came from, it just seemed.. necessary. The man tried to stand but fell right back. "Hobi.. w-will get out of your porch.." The use of third person made his heart burst. "No need, stay here." He facepalmed as he realized that 'Hobi' couldn't move at all.

Yoongi ran back for his belongings that laid in the wet grass, quickly opening the door, and throwing the things back inside. With all of the strength he could muster, he grabbed Hobi, picking him gently, taking him inside and setting him down on the small, black couch.

"Let me get you some warm clothes you can change into and a first aid to fix you up. Then you can go." As soon as those words left his lips, it was all full of regret. Hobi teared up once more, rubbing at his eyes to wipe the tears away, resembling a small child. "P-Please d-don't send me b-back out there Mister.." Yoongi only sighed, he gave Hobi a bag of cookies he could nibble on as we went to go grab his clothes.

Hobi was a bit perplexed at this. The super nice man let him into his house.. but was gonna kick him out.. Hobi cried and the man gave him cookies..? That was weird.. Hobi for the moment just nibbled away at the white chocolate chip cookies as he waited.

In his room, Yoongi debated on what to give Hoseok to wear. Yoongi was definitely shorter than him, so that only made things more difficult. He rumbled through a drawer and found a pair of black sweatpants. "Seokjin hyung's.." Yoongi only shook his head and grabbed an oversized sweater that would fit Hobi. He went into the bathroom and grabbed the kit that was under the sink and made his way downstairs.

Hobi looked up at Yoongi, his cheeks smudged slightly by the chocolate. "Hi Mister! Y-You're back!" Yoongi gave him a small smile and nodded. "My name is Yoongi, you can call me that instead if you want, maybe even hyung." Hobi nodded and spoke up. "M-My name is Hoseok.. but where I came from.. they nicknamed me H-Hobi.." the man by the now known name of Hoseok frowned, looking down at himself.

"Where are you from, Darling? If you don't mind me asking." Yoongi was now bandaging his thigh after cleaning up his wounds. "G-Gwangju.. but.. I-I ran away.. the people there.. were r-really mean.. and they only used Hobi for.. f-for sex.." Yoongi grew angry. That such an innocent person like Hoseok was used for such a horrible thing. Yoongi pulled down his shorts and dressed him in the sweatpants, after that he dressed him in the oversized sweater. "You can stay Hoseok. Nobody will hurt you ever again, I promise."

At that, Hoseok gave him the biggest smile ever. A smile so contagious that Yoongi couldn't help it but smile back at him. Surely his day had started out roughly. Maybe not everything had gone the way that he wanted to do so. But now he had Hoseok, a companion, and it all seemed to get better from there.

hi :3 guess who's back!! This is the new story and I'm working on the others so ;-; I hope you all enjoy!