My Brother |Y.S

5.

It was around 8pm Namjoon just left. Woojong left too. It was just Yoongi and I now. We are sitting on the couch.
"Where does your mom work?" He asked.
"She works in an office, where does your dad work?"
"He works in the military."
"Oh wow, that's really cool Yoongi." Yoongi just shrugged.
"I mean I guess." He said.
"So how long have you known Namjoon?"
"Oh um, about 7 years, I met him in this creative writing class, why don't you invite your friends over?" He asked.
"They are online friends Yoongi." I said.
"They don't live here?" He asked.
"They live in uh.. um AMERICA, yeah America." I said.
"What the fuck Hoseok?" Jin said.
"Shouldn't you sleep?" Yoongi asked.
"Shouldn't you, don't you have school in the morning?"
"Yeah but I'm not tired." Yoongi said.
"Alright, then let's watch a movie?" I asked him.
"Yeah, what movie?"
"Train of Busan." I suggest.
"Alright." Yoongi smiled.

Yoongi POV

I woke up and I saw Hoseok asleep on my lap. He's honestly really cute. I picked up my phone to check the time. It was 2 am. I decided to go to bed. I picked Hoseok up gently and set him aside on the opposite side he was already laying on. I got off the couch and went to the hallway closet. I got Hoseok a blanket and a pillow. I walked back into the living room and put the pillow under Hoseok's head. Then I laid the blanket on top of him. I looked at his face. I notice how perfect it was. He is honestly really beautiful. I went to go touch his face when I heard the front door unlocking. I ran upstairs. And was about to go in my room. But I suddenly heard someone yelling. I think it was my step mom. I went down the stairs again. Just enough so I can hear and see what was going on.

Hoseok POV

"HOSEOK, WAKE THE FUCK UP!" I heard my mom screamed. She picked me up and slapped me.
"Why isn't this house fucking clean." I knew she was drunk I could smell the alcohol on her breath.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I forgot I was hanging out with Yoongi and his friends."
"I don't care, you know you need to do chores, did you do my laundry?"
"No I'm sorry I forgot." I knew what was about to happen so I started crying. She slapped me again.
"Oh my fucking god Hoseok you aren't good for anything, I should tell Woojong to kick your ass out." She said.
"I'm sorry mom." Tears were streaming down my face. I have been kicked out a few times. But I always had my uncle to go to. But he died last summer. So I would be stuck out on the streets.
"If you are so sorry do the fucking dish." I started to walk to the kitchen.
"You're walking to fucking slow." She pushed me. I fell and hit our glass dinning table. My lip started bleeding.
"Look what you did to your self, you're so fucking pathetic." She laughs and started walking upstairs.

I heard someone running downstairs, I'm scared it's my mom.

"Hoseok." I heard Yoongi call out.
"I'm so sorry, let's go get you cleaned up." He helped me up and lead me to the downstairs bathroom. He got a towel and put it in the sink. He turned on the faucet so the water would run on the towel. Once it did he turned the faucet off and ringed out the water. He had patted the towel on my cut.
"Honestly, if my dad knew she was like this he would have never married her." He said.
I grabbed the towel.
"I'm fine Yoongi." I smiled a little.
"No you are not, please tell me what's wrong."