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

14. ABSENCE.

Four days.

Four measly days.

Four measly days and Yoongi hadn't gone near him.

Four measly days of Yoongi not going near him since that encounter.

Four days of insanity and longing.

Hoseok was sat up against what could've been a bed. An itchy blanket dumped on top of his lap. He wasn't sure when the last time he used the bed to its full purposes was. He was wide awake, restless with consciousness. Yet, on the other hand, he was tired. Tired of waiting for Yoongi to come near him, to make a move and let them come to an agreement that what happened was a mistake. A rush of feelings that were misinterpreted in their heated moments. But how much of a mistake was it really? When he knew too well he was in full control of his body and emotions and how they both even consented to it.

Maybe now he regretted it because all he could think of was Jungkook and how he betrayed him like that. Those feelings he was more than certain about for him, pushed under sand and placed into its own well and forgotten.

Was he forgetting Jungkook? After twenty years of friendship was he moving on? Was Jungkook moving on, more to the point? His friend who he spoke to with such fragility and kept feelings of love hidden from. Would never even dare consider such an act with Jungkook that he'd did with Yoongi.

Convulsing at the thought of losing what was his closest friend, he wrapped the blanket tighter over him.

Yoongi held him like this.

Tight in his arms with fingers of talons pressing wonderfully white marks into his hip. Bruises of an unknown type of commitment blossoming in patterns almost as beautiful as the monster himself.

His grip was secure, a misleading safety of the evil the monster was hiding. Just from the closeness, Hoseok whimpered. Lost in the bittersweet of unprecedented feelings and the abyss of whatever was to come next. Skin was hot, feverishly burning and grasping, branding each other as their own. Selfishly devoted to the other because skin on skin had never felt so good.

Hoseok gasped for air, spending a short moment to admire the dusty rose covering tinting his partners' usually dull cheeks however his wandering eyes soon fell closed again as Yoongi growled- growled- for him to place his plush lips against his own and their two worlds mixed like liquor.

The monster was rain, thick, heavy rain that never relented. Stuck to your skin and washed away previous encounters. He was not just a raindrop to Hoseok, but the whole cascade that pummels your window in the beast of a storm. The monster was rain that scared children and forced everyone to stay inside. Made you shiver and hide just from the mere thought. But rain flourished. In its thousands it was able to let vegetation grow, provides homes for fish and sea life. The rain was beautiful in ways sunlight could never be. Hoseok always liked the rain.

Parting his mouth slightly, Hoseok let the monster take the lead. To see what he wanted, where he wanted this to escalate to. Did they want the same thing? Were they allowed to have the same thing? Yoongi groaned, somewhere deep in his chest and Hoseok was lucky enough to feel the vibrations ripple through his rib cage. The monster pushed at the younger's hips begging silently to lay down, to let him have that more power: and Hoseok complied.

Back aching from the harsh coldness of the concrete below, he leaned towards Yoongi and the touches he provided. The monster slid a hand under the shirt and rummaged across the expanse of the human boy's back. Feeling the tenses in muscles and the pull on his shoulder blades.

Yoongi detached his lips from Hoseok and smiled at the masterpiece he created. Art should always be admired and it just so happened Yoongi had a specific taste for pretty boys with bitten lips and glassy eyes. Hoseok's cheeks flamed pink, burning deeply into his skin and leaving his feeling feverishly hot under the monster's gaze. He was well aware of the monster noticing his flustered cheeks, by the cheeky smirk that painted his mouth.

"You're such a pretty boy." Yoongi hummed. "Could eat you all up."

Swiftly dipping his head, Yoongi connected his bruised mouth against the unmarked porcelain column of the boy's neck. Fresh skin that wouldn't have been touched by anyone, but if it had would never have been marked like how the monster would do it. Would never have been claimed.

"You're mine now, hm?" Yoongi taunted, dragging his bottom lip carefully up the boy's neck reaching his earlobe, enjoying the shiver that rolled through his preys back. "All mine."

Feeling lightheaded from all going on, Hoseok was gasping for air, raking his fingers through the monster's hair and with a subtle strength pulled him down so he was flat against his own chest.

And that's how they stayed, Monster Yoongi caged in and replaced with a soft baby who enjoyed to press tender kisses against Hoseok's jugular.

But something changed in Yoongi and since then he's not gone near Hoseok.

The present-day boy trembled, wishing he knew what he did wrong so he could do something about it. Was he angry? At Hoseok? At himself? Did he regret it? Maybe if he did, with a knock on the chin he was sure he could take it, his unrequited feelings.

***

Sobbing.

It was ringing in his head.

It was ringing in his head and he couldn't make it stop.

What was worse was the monster knew he was the cause of that horrific sound.

And what hurt was that he couldn't do anything to help the poor boy because he would just end up killing him.

Tingling senses kept Yoongi alert that Hoseok was about. He couldn't forget Hoseok even if he tried. If anything he had to remember Hoseok or else his monster side would kick in and end his preys life. In fact, it would end his own also. That he was sure of.

Uncertainty, however, bubbled like a lidded pan on the boil. He was not strong enough for this. No way in hell would he be able to control his appetite. The monster side of himself stronger than the human half. With ease, he could snap, forget what Hoseok was to him- whatever that might be- and treat him like the rest of them. It didn't help that the boy was so enticing. That he was so complying with the idea of the monster sinking his teeth into his neck and tearing his limbs off one by one. And that delicate smell of honey that filled the room whenever he was present. How Yoongi could still taste the delectable sweetness on his lips every time he just simply licked them. He had a taste. That sickliness stuck in his brain and he can have more, but it comes at a cost.

So he had to distance himself. After knowing what he could taste- it was on the tip of his tongue- he had to refrain to succumbing to that pleasure of being able to devour Hoseok for blood and flesh until he was only a pile of bones. Yet that satisfaction wouldn't be as long-lasting as the guilt that wrapped around his neck and pulled his heart out.

Would he starve for Hoseok? He doubted he was strong enough for that. Not when he could feel his mouth salivating from the boy being across the spindly halls across the well.

It made sense, to leave Hoseok be (at least to Yoongi it did) just until he got himself in a mental state where he wouldn't go rabid from the smell of him. 

But as Yoongi sat at the furthest end of the table from the door, he realised his plan had a flaw. A big flaw at that.

Heart rate increasing, adrenaline burning and hunger consuming, his fervid eyes scanned towards the entrance, demeanour darkening instantaneously.

With a tear stained face and brown blanket in hand, Jung Hoseok met eyes with the ravenous monster.

"Yoongi, how could you."

***

henlo. 

I apologise for what should've been slightly erotic turned a bit c r i n g e. You win some you lose some I guess. 

Happy reading!

-K