A Night-Long Lament

missed it

(Your POV)

While swiftly making your way out of the dining room, Hoseok halts you.

"Y/N-ah, you missed today's lessons." He says.

"Ah... I apologize, I was a bit occupied at the moment." You reply.

Hoseok shifts his weight onto his other foot. "I see. We can schedule it throughout the evening if you prefer- or if you want to suspend all the lessons, that's ok too, I understand--"

"If we could go right now, that would be nice." You smile, trying to ease his tension.

Hoseok nods and leads you to the dance studio.

Hoseok then begins to exchange his clothes for a flowing, loose shirt and sweats. You can recognize that he was clearly very tense, but you couldn't determine why. Was it because of the previous lesson? Or was it because he had different worries on his mind? You didn't want to pry, but the curiosity was once again biting away at you.

"P-Prince, is anything the matter?" You blurt without thinking.

Hoseok looks up from his shoes and cocks his head.

"You... Seemed a little tense."

Hoseok sighs and rolls his neck. "I..." Hoseok looks behind himself and returns his gaze to you. "Well--" You then suddenly hear a deep roar and a clash, then the lights burst.

"Hoseok! Hoseok!" You scream, trying to keep to the perimeter while looking for Hoseok.

"Y/N! I'm right here, are you ok?!" You hear his distressed voice and begin to find his arm. His arm feels warm and wet, as well as his other arm. "Are you ok? The lights will turn on soon I'm sure, please stay near me." His voice is shaky and his grip tightens on you.

The lights proceed to flicker back on and you whip your head to Hoseok. "Hos--" Your eyes trace down to his arms, which are engulfed in blood. "Hoseok!" You scream.

You run over to the towels and press it onto his arms. "Did something hit you?"

Hoseok forces out a breath and painfully smiles. "I... I think it was just the mirrors, are you ok? You have my blood all over you-"

Sighing, you caress his arms and face. "Are you sure you're ok?"

With a wince, he nods. "I'll be ok. Can you help me to my brothers?" Hoseok proceeds to stand up and you quickly sling his arm over your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm not very strong, but please bear with me." You mumble as you open the door.

He laughs at your comment. "Not strong?"

Blushing, you head back to the common room where you hear chatter. As you enter, Hoseok announces his presence and the brothers run up to him.

Jin sighs. "First Yoongi, then this?"

Namjoon whispers something in Jin's ear and they converse in a corner.

Jimin paces next to Hoseok, mumbling to Taehyung.

Yoongi is nowhere to be seen, and Jungkook sits next to Yuna, staring at Hoseok's arms.

Namjoon clears his throat and comes close to you. "What happened? Did you take any part--"

Hoseok clears his throat like Namjoon and begins to raise his voice. "You honestly think Y/N would do such a thing?! Honestly, you have no common sense." Hoseok sighs and sits down on a chair, holding his head in his hands.

"I was just looking at any plausible choices, Hoseok-Hyung." Namjoon straightens his tie and continues to narrow his eyes at you. "It seems, that the attacks are being directed at Y/N. Does anyone have the slightest reason why?"

The room stays silent, and Hoseok rises from his seat.

"Right, no one. Since no one even knows that, why would anyone know who is directing these attacks?" Hoseok scoffs and approaches Namjoon. "Right again, no one knows that. Though the attacks are being placed on Y/N, she's never really been hurt right? Only us, brothers. So why wouldn't we rule out Y/N? She's a perfectly plausible--"

"You shut--" Hoseok lunges at Namjoon, but Jungkook grabs onto his waist and halts him. "You have no damn proof !" Hoseok spits.

"I'm just making speculations, Hyung. Calm yourself." Namjoon states.

As Hoseok starts to calm down, the King steps into the room.

"My boy, Namjoon, making all the right points, I agree." His voice booms through the room, making you shrink where you stand.

"I say, we lock her up, for now, to see if the attacks continue." A vile grin spreads across his face as he turns to looks at you.

"Father--" Hoseok beings to protest, but quickly sits back in a seat once the King looks back at him.

"This is the final ruling, guards, send her to the dungeons." The King winks at you as the French doors creakingly close on you.