My Muse || Sope

-Twenty-Four-

Lol i just realized that earlier in the story, Hoseok said that his mother passed away last year, so let's just say the older woman from last chapter is his father's sister (Hoseok's aunt), cause I'm too lazy to go back and change it. That way she still knew Yoongi's parents and such.

"Father, please, you don't understand!"

Mr. Jung shook his head forcefully, giving Hoseok a stern look. "No, Hoseok. He is obviously hiding things from us, and that is not good. He won't answer my questions well, and he is clearly troubled. Our family does not need any sort of interaction with somebody like him."

Anger boiled inside of me, something I hadn't felt in a while. I couldn't lose Hoseok. I had to fight for him. "Sir, let me explain."

The older male paused for a minute before motioning for me to continue.

I took a deep breath, my eyes meeting Hoseok's quickly before looking away. The pleading look in his eyes was too much for me right now. "About my parents..."

"Yoongi, you don't have to explain." Hoseok's voice was soft, gentle.

I shook it off, insisting. "They passed away when I was five."

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" Choon-Hee engulfed me in a hug, making my throat want to close up.

"Auntie! You're squeezing him too tight!" Hoseok gently pulled her off of me, my eyes thanking him.

"After they passed, I was sent to live with my uncle. To spare you the gorey details, he was abusive, not a good guy. I was homeless as a teenager. I had to work where I could to make money, and I ended up rapping underground. A few months ago I was accepted into the work program at Big Hit. I'm a private person. I've had a difficult life. I am gradually telling Hoseok things, and he has been very accepting. I am not using him, sir. I am quite fond of him. I can see myself having a future with him. I have struggled for years with whether I was worthy of living, and your son makes me feel worthy. He makes me feel like I belong. I can't speak for how I make him feel, but I would definitely not let him go so easily when he is the only person who has made me want to fight to survive in this world."

Silence.

Had I said too much?

His father's mouth formed a straight line, making my nerves become overwhelming. Hoseok stood admiring his shoes, while the two females were rocking back and forth on their heels, looking uncomfortable.

"You're not good enough for my son. Hoseok, let's go."

I watched Hoseok get dragged to his car by his father, his aunt and sister trailing behind.

None of them spared me a glance.

•••••

It's been a month since I've spoken to Hoseok. He hasn't been at the dance studio whenever I walk by, nor has he bothered to text or call.

My heart ached. I knew Hoseok was the one I was meant to be with, there was no question. I need him.

Namjoon was getting frustrated with me for being so distracted, and Taehyung was obviously worried. Jin had even cooked me lunch and brought it to the office, although I couldn't help but notice how he snuck into Namjoon's office and locked the door behind him.

I stared at the blank screen in front of me, something I had been doing a lot lately. I had lost all of my inspiration for music. Before meeting Hoseok, I would usually only have to spend twelve or so hours in the studio messing around before inspiration hit. Now, it's been three weeks since I have produced or written anything. I was lucky to even have my job at this point.

I left my studio out of frustration, making my way towards the dance studios. The hallway was empty, quiet. It had an eerie vibe to it that sank deep into my bones.

I peeked through the glass, releasing a breath when I saw Jimin and Jungkook working on a duet. I shook my head, wanting to bang my head against the wall.

I sucked in my anxiety as I opened the door, startling the two dancers at my sudden appearance.

"Yoongi? What are you doing here?" Jungkook wiped his sweaty brow with a towel before placing it on his shoulders.

"Can I, uhm, ask you both something?"

Jimin smiled before patting me on the back, leading me to the bench across the room. "Of course. What's up?"

I took a deep, shakey breath. "Have either of you seen or talked to Hoseok?"

I could hear Jungkook automatically sigh. I saw Jimin shoot Jungkook a glare, only for the youngest to shrug in response.

"You both know where he is. It's been a month. I need to talk to him."

"That won't be easy to do."

"What? Why?"

Jimin's hand, which was already on my shoulder, rubbed my back to soothe me. "He called me the day after his father said you were... unfit for Hoseok. His father was serious."

Jungkook cut in after Jimin started to sound nervous explaining. "Hoseok argued with him, trying to get him to realize that while you are troubled, you aren't using Hoseok. His father didn't believe it."

"Okay? So what does this mean?"

"Well," Jimin took a shakey breath, still avoiding my eyes. "His father decided that if Hoseok was here, he would just continue to be with you. So, he forced Hoseok to move back home to Gwangju."

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Literally rewrote this chapter like ten times cause I couldn't figure out where to go with the story lol.

I always need to throw in some angst and I figured it was a good time.

I was going to resolve the issue but that would just be too damn easy.

Legit screenshotted this on Twitter because I am absolutely here for this concept.

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