My Muse || Sope

-Twenty-Five-

"Hoseok, please c-call me back. I need you. I m-miss you. P-please babe. I'm begging of you."

No matter how hard I tried, my voice couldn't stop cracking as I left yet another voicemail for Hoseok. I only had a few hours left to go for him to respond, even though I knew he wouldn't.

I put my headphones back on and turned the volume up, tuning out my surroundings. I checked my phone every two or three minutes, only to be met by an empty screen.

I closed my eyes, the soft lull of the train making me want to doze off.

My phone vibrating in my hand jolted me awake, my thumb automatically sliding across the screen to answer the phone before my eyes could read who the caller was.

"Hoseok?"

I heard a soft sigh on the other line. "Yoongi, no. It's Namjoon."

"Oh."

"Look, I'm sorry to call you, but you're not at work and I need to know where you are? Nobody has any idea where you are. They asked me to call you to see if you were still alive."

"I'm still alive but I feel like I'm dead, or barely breathing. I feel like a ghost. Like an empty shell."

"Okay, Yoongi. Save the poetry for your songs. Are you coming into work today?"

"No."

"Why not?" I could hear the agitation in his voice.

"I'm going to visit Hoseok."

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Knock Knock.

I rocked back and forth on my heels as I stood outside the decent-sized home in Gwangju. Jimin had given me Hoseok's address after some convincing.

The house had a small garden, filled with daisies and peonies, and other flowers I can't identify. There was yellow siding, and a bright red door. I smiled as I realized that the house was almost as bright as Hoseok's personality.

Almost.

I knocked again, exhaling nervously, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

On the other side of the door, I could hear footsteps approaching. The door swung open as I took in a sharp breath.

There he was.

The man that caused Hoseok and I to be apart.

He glared at me from his doorstep before trying to slam the door in my face, which I ended up catching with my foot.

"Please, Mr. Jung. I-I know you don't want me anywhere near your son. We just n-never got to say goodbye and I need to see him, even if its the last time."

Mr. Jung chewed on the inside of his cheek for a minute before letting out a heavy breath. "I will give you five minutes until I will physically throw you out of my house, understood?"

I nodded and he let me into the warm home. I didn't spend the time looking around, however, as I could hear his father counting down the time already. Of course he hadn't shown me where Hoseok was, so I scattered, searching every room for him, opening up closed doors, the kitchen, the living room. Everywhere.

"Time is up, Yoongi!" I felt tears stinging my eyes as I realized there was one place that I could find still to search, but my time was up. His father's arms gripped onto me, carrying me forcefully toward the front door.

"Please! I need to see him! Let me see him!"

"You are not good for my son. Hoseok isn't even here right now. You wasted your time coming down here to speak to him." He set me down on the doorstep before I collapsed to my knees, my emotions starting to overwhelm me.

"Please, Sir. You don't understand how much he means to me. He's the only person that has made me understand what it is truly like to feel loved besides my best friend."

"Well, go back to your best friend then." And he slammed the door in my face, accidently hitting me roughly on the nose.

I could see the blood beginning to stain my mask, but I didn't care. I was too weak to move. My body was shaking as I clutched onto the cement of the porch, chest heaving as heart-wrenching sobs escaped my exhausted body.

"Please!" My fist collided with the door loudly, my screams hopefully reaching the man's ears. "I'm not u-using him I'm in l-love with him, p-please!"

"Yoongi?"

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