Infatuated; sope|yoonseok

His place

Hobi POV

The yelling stoped, and I was being shaken.

"Hoseok... hoseok! HOSEOK!!"

I opened my eyes to a concerned looking Yoongi.

Yoongi

I rubbed the back of my head.

"What the fuck happened?"

"I don't fucking know, I was saw you running past my house as some creep ass guy was chasing you."

You remembered, you were looking for Yoongi.

"Oh yeah, I wanted to make sure you got home safe, and that I didn't blame you for going off on Jungkook." I say that, going in and out of blackness and Yoongi's face.

"Ah, fuck." He whispered to himself, but I could still hear it because of how close we were. That's when I realized. I was being picked up bridal style, by Min Yoongi. My heart rushed, I don't know why... I knew I had a thing for both guys and girls, but that doesn't mean every guy I saw I liked. Yoongi was different, he was so different. He seemed caring, yet careless at the same time, I couldn't put my finger on it. And next thing I knew he was setting me down on his couch, I presumed.

"You shouldn't be walking around this late at night. You should have just gone home and talked to me tomorrow."

"I tried, I've never been on this side of town and I still only moved here about 3 months ago..." I felt bad. I was causing him unnecessary trouble. I mean, he knocked out a guy for me, Jung Hoseok, the new kid, that he only really knew the name of.

"I'm sorry, if I'm causing you any trouble..."

He looked over at me like I was stupid... was I?
No I'm not stupid.

"What?"

"Dumbass. I decided to help you myself, if I didn't care to help you and get myself into this, I wouldn't have helped."

Damn, that's reassuring.

"Oh.. ok, so um, where's your parents?"

He walked over to me, some bread in hand with some first aid stuff.

"Here, eat this." He handed me the food. I did as he asked I ate, as he fixed my bloody forehead and iced my bruises.
"I live in my own, if you where wondering, my mom pasted while giving birth, and my dad, I don't even want to know where he is."

"Oh.. I'm sorry I asked." So that's why he got so stormed off when Jungkook started talking about his family...

"Hoseok.." his face was was flustered as he looked down.

"Uhh, um.. can you go in the bathroom to check if you have any bruises or cuts.." he stuttered under his breathe. " anywhere else?"
I nodded as he lead me to his bathroom and handed me a face mirror so I could see my back.

I closed he door and started to underdress myself. Looking to my back, there were quite a lot of bruises, but not cuts that I could see. I check the rest of me, my left legs looks pretty beat up. No wonder, that's the leg I landed on as I fell. I slipped on my clothes expect for my shirt. I was wearing joggers so I just rolled up my left pant leg. I opened the door.

"Hoseok..." Yoongi said as he held his hand to his face, flustered.

"What?"

"Umm your shirt?!"

"I have bruises on my back, I can't reach them so."

"Ah.. ok good sit in a chair in the kitchen I'll be back with some more ice packs."

I walk over to the kitchen, finding the already used ice packs on the table and fixed them to my leg with ace bandage.

"Ok, this is going to be kinda cold, they just came out of the freezer."

I nodded showing that I knew and was ok with it. He placed the first ice pack on a bruised area around my shoulder blade and the middle of my back. I flinched and the touch of the cold iced pack on my back. Also the hand that was on my should and holding be pack on it's place.

His hands were usually big for such a short man, I mean, I'm taller then him, only by a few inches, and I'm about average height. He held the ice pack there for a few minutes before going on to the next bruise. His hand that was resting on the shoulder now moved the now ice pack free bruise as his other hand is used to ice other areas of my back.

Whoops twice in a row!!

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Goodnight~ 🌚💌