My Muse || Sope

-Twelve-

After two days of not leaving my locked office, I finally forced myself to unlock the door and go home to take a much-needed shower. I took in a deep breath, gathering myself before standing up from the chair. My legs were shaking from me not eating for two days. My hand unlocked the door and gripped the handle. I leaned my head against the door, saying a silent prayer that I wouldn't have to interact with anyone. I wasn't in the mood for being pestered with questions.

Of course, I have shitty luck.

I opened the door and tripped over a body, landing directly onto my bad shoulder. "Fuck!" I groaned in pain, forcing the tears back in as I faced the person laying on the ground outside my door, only to find the one person I was not in the mood to see.

Hoseok.

He smiled at me, oblivious to how much seeing that smile pains me. He was looking me over, as if examining me to make sure I was actually alive and on the ground in front of him. His smile faltered when he saw me gripping onto my shoulder.

"Shit! Are you okay? Here, let me check it out for you!" He reached for my shoulder but I hit his hands away, forcing my weak body off of the ground.

"I don't need your fucking pity."

I stormed off towards my apartment before I could see his reaction.

•
After a fresh shower and a small helping of ramen, I felt myself relax. Taehyung was at work so the apartment was nice and empty. I had been forced to wrap my shoulder and take some pain medicine to try and help feel a sense of relief.

I rolled my long sleeves down all the way so they covered my hands. I loved oversized sweaters, partially because they're fashionable while still being comfortable, but also because they hide the still-fresh scars from a few months ago. My thighs were already too-damaged so I had been forced to choose another location on my body. I hated it because they were much harder to hide.

A quiet knock on my door made me raise an eyebrow before I slowly made my way over. I opened the door to a teary-eyed Hoseok. I mentally rolled my eyes. "What do you want, Hoseok?"

He sniffled and his voice came out hoarse, making him hard to understand. "I-I needed to s-see you and e-explain."

"Explain what exactly?"

Hoseok calmed his breaths and tears down so he could talk without stuttering. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath through his nose before releasing it through his mouth. "Jimin and I dated for close to a year. He cheated on me, with Jungkook, who didn't know that we had been dating. This was a while ago so I'm over it now. I was talking to Jimin that morning about you. I wanted to ask you out and I didn't know how cause it's been so long since I've liked anyone, so I asked for his advice. H-he told me that he saw you with another guy, so I got upset and so when Jimin kissed me, I didn't break it off. The second I saw you, though, I went off on him before going to your studio."

"Did you seriously sit outside of my studio for two days?"

"Well I got up a few times to pee but yes. I had Jungkook bring me food and water. I would try knocking every few hours but you never answered. I just wanted to explain what happened. I-" his body started to shake again as his eyes filled with more tears. "God, Yoongi, you are just so incredible and I like you so fucking much and you had such a hurt look on your face."

I eyed him for a moment. He was on the verge of sobbing again, and I didn't want him to cry anymore because of me. I took a few steps forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. I heard him release a quiet sob before wrapping his arms around my waist. He gripped my body tight, as if he never wanted to let me go. I smiled to myself at this, because that is exactly what I was doing to him. I never wanted to let the man in my arms get away from me.

After only a couple of seconds, I pulled away slightly, my hands making their way to his neck as I brought him down to me, our lips meeting each others. I couldn't deny the fact that Hoseok tasted even better than the last time, despite the saltiness from his tears. We both started moving our lips against the other's. One of his hands moved from my waist to my hair, as he pulled on a couple of strands of my thin hair. I gasped slightly at the feeling. As much as I didn't want to, I pulled away, staring into Hoseok's chocolate eyes while we both panted slightly. He smiled at me, and it was the first time I saw genuine happiness twinkling in his eyes.

•••
We had continued to admire each other for a few minutes, still standing in the doorway to my apartment.

A voice cleared a few feet away from us. "Um, yeah, you're blocking the door, Yoongs." I turned my head to see Taehyung, who had a glint to his eye and a smirk on his face.

I coughed awkwardly, stepping out of the way, letting Taehyung into the apartment. I closed the door behind me, facing Hoseok once more.

"So," he began. "What are you doing right now?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Well I do! You are going on a date with me! Let's go!" He grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers before skipping down the hallway.

"Wait, Hoseok! I need my wallet!"

"Nope! I'm paying!" He turned back with a wide smile on his face.

God he is breathtaking.

•••••
Shorty but (hopefully) a goodie!

Yoongi's hands get me all sorts of fucked up.