strange love | yoonseok

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"So, you ready to go?" I asked upon arriving to Hoseok and I's meeting spot. I had some time to collect myself and calm my nerves so I wasn't a complete mess when we went to the pub that night.

"Yeah, just let me pack my portable stereo and my fedora into my backpack then we'll be off!" He excitedly clapped his hands and began packing his things.

Thank God, he's not going to wear the fedora.

"Don't worry, I would never wear my fedora in public." He giggled.

"Did I say that out loud?"

"No, I could just see the fear in your eyes when I picked it up."

We both chuckled and laughed as we made our way down the street, making small talk (he talking most of the time) along the way.

When we got to the pub, I immediately asked him what kind of drink he wanted. I was just going to order us soju, but I wanted to make sure that's what he wanted.

"Soju is fine! I don't really drink anything other than that."

"Alright."

I flashed him a smile and went up to the bar while he sat at a table in a secluded area near the door.

When I came back, I tried setting the bottles down and I clumsily almost dropped them. Thankfully I didn't. I cursed myself for being such a klutz but it made Hoseok giggle. That giggle could cure cancer.

I felt so soft on the inside during that moment. It was strange and fuzzy. I struggled to keep up my hard, cold exterior around him it seemed.

"Sorry. I'm not usually so clumsy, I don't know what's gotten into me." I said in a slight panic.

"It's okay," he giggled. "Also, I meant to ask you earlier, but how old are you, Yoongi?"

Oh, I forgot. Honorifics.

"I'm 24." I was slightly hoping he was younger than me. I want to hear him call me 'hyung'.

"I'm 23! So now you're Yoongi hyung!" He grinned at me. He seemed awfully excited. I chuckled at his silliness.

"You don't have to call me that." I laughed

The rest of the time we were there, we actually got along pretty well. Usually I'm quiet, even around Namjoon and Seokjin. There's something about him. He's so bright, it makes me want to be loud and fun just like he is. The night consisted of loud laughing and lots of smiling. I honestly didn't want it to end. It got a little uncomfortable though when he started getting drunk. I only bought the first two drinks for us and I didn't drink any after that. Hoseok kept buying more with his tips from this week and five bottles of soju later and he could barely talk correctly. I giggled at the fact that he's kind of a light weight. Then a sudden realization hit me.

How in the hell is he going to get home?

I can't just let him get on the bus by himself or a cab. He can barely sit up right in his seat, there's no way he'll be able to get home.

Oh no.

He's going to have to come back to my eyesore of an apartment. I felt myself wanting to just out right cry at the fact that this man that I just might have feelings for, is going to see the disgusting person I actually am. I never cared what people thought of me until now. Well I still don't. Only him.

"Come on, let's go Hoseok." I looked down at the sleepy, drunk, mess of a man sitting in front of me. He rubbed his eyes with his fists and his lips were in sort of a pout. His round cheeks and tips of his ears were as red as a hibiscus flower. Even tired and intoxicated, this beautiful man never fails to make my heart flutter.

There's that rush.

I wrapped my arms around him and carried him bridal style out of the pub. Well, tried. Hoseok is so muscular and heavy while I'm so thin and weak. It's a surprise I even got him out of the pub. Of course I had to let him down once we got outside before I was crushed. I called a cab, because there was no way I was walking all the way home with him.

The cab arrived and I helped Hoseok in, then sat in the seat next to him. I told the cab driver my address and we were off.

"Ya know.." he slurred his words together, swaying side to side until his head landed on my shoulder, "from the moment I saw you..."

He was passed out before he got the chance to finish his sentence.

Had he felt his heart skip a beat when we saw me, the same way mine did when I first saw him? Or was he scared, and thought I was some murderer out to get him?

The second one would be only half true. I am a murderer, but I'm only out to get his heart.

The cab stopped in front of my rundown apartment complex, and I gave him a tip as I heaved Hoseok's limp body out of the car and onto my back. I carried him up the stairs and into my house then set him on the lump of wood and fluff I call my couch. He was out cold so I decided to do some serious tidying.

I dusted, washed the 3 months worth of dishes in my sink, hid my knives and switchblades, made my bed, and tried to get the blood stain off the couch and floor. That stain came from when I killed her.

Finally I just accepted that the stain isn't ever coming out, and went to the kitchen to throw away the paper towels. Then I hear a small voice coming from the living room.

"Yoongi hyung..."

I walked to where Hoseok was laying, "Yes Hoseok?"

He sat himself up a little and made grabby hands towards me. So naturally, I went over and sat down next to him, only for him to wrap his arms around my waist and fall asleep once again. Looks like I'll be stuck like this for awhile. Not that I'm complaining.