We Run Around With Monsters Under Our Feet [m.y+j.h]

2. REMINISING

When the boys arrived at their abandoned bus, Hoseok went to light a little gas fire (one that at age 12 he stole and installed himself) and the other made himself comfy on the seats that they converted into a cute sofa topped with different cushions and pillows and a variant of blankets. Considering the place was abandoned, it wasn't actually that shabby. Their fire to keep them warm, an arrangement of books and graphic novels for entertainment - when they were younger they brought their Game Boy's and played a few games against each other- and a massive collection of little unnecessary junk that their parents said to get out the house.

Hoseok flopped on to the makeshift sofa next to Jungkook, slouching into the cushions and grabbing a fluffy sky blue blanket to wrap over both of them.

Jungkook sighed, resting his head on his friends shoulder "It's going to be strange without you here." He didn't get a response from Hoseok, which was unusual- this was Hoseok. "Hobi? You're being awfully quiet."

Finally Jungkook got a reply a small hum followed with "oh sorry." The elder pausing, "Jungkook I've got you something"

The younger chirped up, taking his head off his friends shoulder and looking at him directly. Almost immediately, he regretted it. Hoseok's eyes were soft, a small glimmer twinkling with excitement and youth. His eyes showed nothing of those Jungkook would expect from someone who was going to die. No remorse, or fear, not a single cry for help, or a tear.

The boys sat back on their haunches, facing each other and the tips of their knees grazing. Jungkook was excited, to say the least, to see what Hoseok got him.

Carefully, the elder waded through his jacket pocket. Fumbling with his fingers, grabbing too quickly. With a quick flourish, Hoseok brought his hand out a thin, plaited leather strap dangling from his index and middle finger. Jungkook soon recognised the object as a charm necklace; Hoseok's necklace. A dark faux leather, bordering jet black but due to the intricate design gave off its subtle brown. A blue oval stone shimmered slightly, the marble cracks sparkling silver.

Jungkook gasped "Hoseok.."

The boy smiled, chuckling lightly at the gobsmacked younger and leant forward. He sat up on his haunches and placed the necklace around Jungkook's neck and watching as he automatically grabbed the smooth stone rubbing its smooth surface. Hobi couldn't stop himself as he ruffled his friends soft hair.

"Thank you, Hobi. I love it." Jungkook smiled, a sad smile actually. His dark doe eyes crinkling uncomfortably as he tried his hardest to hold back tears. His nose twitching as he fought off the saddening pain that his pent up tears brought. However his mouth curved up, squishing his cheeks closer to his eyes as he smiled hugely. Before he could comprehend his ambivalent emotions he flung himself forward, wrapping his arms around his friends neck his nose nuzzling into his cheek.

Hoseok, quite confused, had his back arched painfully from the weight Jungkook pressed on to him nevertheless pulled the young boy closer, cradling him and rubbing his back softly.

"I don't want you to leave." Jungkook murmured the words hitting the others cheek. "This is so unfair."

Hobi understood, he didn't want to leave either- would be much happier living his life and not being eaten. "Come now, are we really going to talk about injustice? We've known this day was going to happen. We just need to accept-"

"NO!" Jungkook cried hysterically. "I'm not allowing you to throw this under the rug again. You've done this your whole life, you've said again and again that it's okay that you're going to die, that you're fine with it. But what about me? You're leaving me here, you're dying and leaving me on my own. I'm not at all okay with the fact that you have to go and die!"

The deafening silence was abrupt.

"Jungkook..." Hoseok sighed deeply. "I'm sorry."

The brown haired boy pulled himself closer to Hoseok whimpering lightly into his neck and gripping too tightly at the back of Hobi's jumper.

For a while they stayed like that. Jungkook whining into Hoseok's neck, relishing and remembering the feeling of the other. The two boys had never been this intimate with each other, nor this depressed. Usually the other made one feel better, a joke or simply company made everything okay again. The ominous tick ticking of the alarm clock became a constant reminder of the losing seconds Hoseok had of his life. And the elder pushed away the sound, totally aware of what that sound meant. So he focused on Jungkook's breathing. The short little gasps, erratic and all totally wrong. He was sure the younger was crying quietly into his chest but he didn't want to know because he just didn't want to be the cause of the tears.

When it was five in the afternoon, Hoseok lightly pushed at Jungkook's forearms. "I've got to go home." His voice booming in the stuffy bus. "My parents are cooking me a massive meal."

Jungkook let go and nodded, quickly dabbing at his eyes. "Yeah, I bet they're going to miss you."

Hoseok stood up and turned off the gas fire, flicking his head for Jungkook to follow.

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Wooo okay, chapter 2 wow.

This is the shortest chapter I've written so far, and the next chapter is HUGEE.

I want to just give a shoutout to a good friend of mine VintageBlogger because she's amazing and I love her dearly.

Jungkook is such an emotional wreck in this??