i really hate jung hoseok (not)//yoonseok

04:hurt

Yoongi was smashed when he got home from movie 'night' (they'd watched a movie earlier and just hung out for the rest of the time.)

He settled in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in front of him.

It was nearing eleven pm when Yoongi heard a string of curses as someone came scrambling through the door, slamming it loudly.

He looked up from his phone, and from where he was sitting in the kitchen he could make out that the person was in fact Hoseok, panting heavily, head and body hunched over. When he looked up, he locked eyes with Yoongi by the table and Yoongi felt a wave of worry rush over him.

"What the fuck?"

Hoseok was hurt.

Like legitimately physically hurt.

His lip was split and he had a bruise the size of a fist on his cheekbone. His left eye-area was swollen, and his leg was slumping behind him.

Yoongi's eyes widened and he threw his phone on the table, rushing over to Hoseok whom was leaned against the door. His knuckles were red, a bit of blood staining them. Whether or not it was his, Yoongi wasn't sure.

"Fuck, a-are you okay?" He managed to stutter out, still not comprehending the situation. He was standing close to Hoseok, but still hesitantly looking at the younger.

Blood was gushing from Hoseok's lip.

"I could be doing a bit fucking better, thanks so much" he panted out, grimacing.

Yoongi ignored his attitude, and grabbed his wrist, causing Hoseok to flinch - his wrist was hurt as well. The older sighed, then grabbed the orange haired boy's hand in silence, and guided them both into the kitchen, where the lights were on, pulling out a chair for Hoseok. He sat down.

"Christ, what the fuck happened?" He asked, concerning tone dominating his voice as he inspected Hoseok's injuries. The bruise looked bad, blue and yellow littered across his cheekbone, it was just starting to turn purple - that was gonna hurt like a motherfucker tomorrow.

"I, uh, got in a fight, I guess..." Hoseok looked behind Yoongi, at nothing in particular. Anything to avoid the elder's eyes.

The older nodded, rolling his eyes, but decided not to push it any further, instead focusing on the wounds on the hurt boy's face.

He went over to the sink and grabbed a towel, turning on the hot water on and soaking it. Then he went over to Hoseok who was still sitting in the chair, watching his every move.

He put his hand on the side of Hoseok's head where there was no bruise, holding him in place. The younger seemed to lean in to his touch. Yoongi then dabbed the cloth on his cheek, wiping away some dirt that was speared on there. How the younger got dirt on his face, Yoongi didn't really want to know.

"How did you even get home in this state? Jesus." The question was more for Yoongi himself, he didn't expect an answer from Hoseok, who was probably just trying not to focus on the pain. But he was still looking at Yoongi.

The latter continued to Hoseok's brow bone which was swollen. He accidentally pressed a little too hard, as Hoseok jolted and hissed in pain.

"Sorry..." Yoongi muttered under his breath, voice like gravel.

Yoongi got to Hoseok's bottom lip, some of the blood had dried, but there was still plenty of fresh blood around the cut. He was extra gentle with the lip, holding Hoseok's chin in place with his other hand.

Hoseok's eyes never left him, like he was examining Yoongi's every move. Like he always was. Yoongi swallowed hard, and could see that Hoseok's eyes followed his Adams apple. He let out a shaky breath. The towel slipped. He accidentally touched Hoseok's lips with two of his fingers. Hoseok inhaled sharply.

Yoongi's face got furiously red, but he tried to ignore it, and grabbed something to disinfect the wound with.

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It was probably about seven am.

"Yoongi?" Yoongi almost fell down the stairs, when he heard a voice behind him.

"Jeeesus Christ, you scared the ever-loving fuck out of m-" he turned around.

It was Hoseok.

"H-hi"

"I-uh, I just... thanks for yesterday. For, y'know, helping me out." Hoseok was standing just outside the door to his room. He was just in his boxers. "That was nice of you. You didn't have to do that, but you did it anyways. So, thank you."

Yoongi felt his heart melt a little.

"Oh, n-no problem, Hoseok. That was t-the least I could do. Are you, uh, doing okay?" he stuttered. The younger shook his head.

"I'm fine, just a bit sore. Imam go take a shower, see ya." He said, and stood up. He had his back turned, and was just about to walk down the hallway, towards the bathroom, but he stopped, and turned around, and made eye contact with Yoongi. And then he smiled. a genuine, heartfelt smile. It wasn't as wide as the one he normally wore. But it meant a lot to Yoongi. It felt so real, so honest. He couldn't help but smile back.

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a cute little filler, hope y'all enjoyed this! you're getting a doouble update, my dudes