Feel the Fire (Yoonseok) ✔

Chapter 35

Hoseok rubbed his tired eyes. The candle light irritated them as well as sleep.

Since the funeral Yoongi was in the dorm more often. Thus Hoseok had to do his research at ungodly hours. When everyone would be sleeping he would read countless books and scrolls looking for answers that were nowhere to be found. 

All he had found out that what was on the drawer wasn't a lock spell but a protection spell. What he hadn't found out however was which spell it was. Few protection spells were legal. They all worked the same; you take the protection off one thing and place it on the other. This often caused a lot of bad luck to come someone's way. Many people ended up either dead or crippled, and thus they were dubbed dark magic and made illegal.

Yoongi of course wasn't afraid to use them, Hoseok was though. There was no way he was going to get into that drawer if it was indeed an illegal spell. His last hope were the legal protection spells. Those were the ones not being able to hurt someone. Of course they worked less well because they took less protection away from something else or switched between the two, still they were worth betting on. There was still a chance it would be one of them. After all, would Yoongi be so desperate to keep his secrets that he would put others in danger?

Hoseok found himself doubting his friends many times over the last few weeks. Yoongi was constantly pushing his friends away, acting distant, even towards him. Would he actually think so little of his friends that he would put them in danger on purpose?

The sorcerer shook the thoughts out of his head and focused on the final spells in the book. He let his hand warm up, focussing on all the things that were most dear to him. His father, his sister, his mother, his friends, Yoongi. All of them flew through his mind. When the spell stopped he tried to open the drawer. It was still stuck. 

Hoseok laid down his book and leaned against the side of the bed, throwing his head back and letting out a sigh. That was his last chance. There were no more spells he could try. The book was now out of bounds, Yoongi's safety was now out of bounds. He had to figure out someway else to get to him.

As Hoseok was thinking he heard footsteps come closer. He recognised them as Yoongi's, he had learned to many times before. Instant panic too over. If Yoongi would find him still awake he would definitely ask questions, and he had used the excuse that he was studying too many times already. He had to move quick.

With one smooth move Hoseok slipped the book under his bed and his body under the covers. He blew out the candle on the bedside drawer and in the same second laid down and shut his eyes. The instant darkness rendered him completely blind since his eyes weren't used to it yet.

Only a moment later did the elder walk into the room, closing the door behind him again. He silently walked to his side of the room, careful not to wake up his 'sleeping' friend. 

Hoseok could hear a button hitting a piece of wood, which told him that Yoongi had taken off his jacket and thrown it over the chair. The next sound was one of shoes hitting the floor with a thud, signalling his shoes were now also discarded. 

Silence took over for a while. Hoseok didn't dare to open his eyes, he didn't want to make any hint that he wasn't actually asleep. Even though he didn't know for sure whether or not Yoongi was facing him, he didn't want to take chances. 

Before he could comprehend what was happening Yoongi was pushing into his mind. He definitely knew he was faking it, or at least suspecting it. It was easy for Yoongi to tell whether he was lying or not, even more prominent; whether he was sleeping or not. Hoseok quickly thought of a dream he had a couple days ago and let it fill his memory. 

He could almost feel the grass around him. The laughter of his sister haunting him in the most beautiful way possible. Her footsteps sounded gentle even though she was trying to catch him. It was probably because of how little she was. He hardly remembered her like that, still she only appeared like that in his mind. He would never see her as the grown woman she was. No, Dawon would always be his little sister, chasing him in the woods and sparring with him. Her pigtails flying behind her, her little punches doing next to no damage whatsoever. Still he would pretend to be hurt which would make her let out that contagious laugh.