My Muse || Sope

-Twenty-Six-

Prepare the tissues. The angsty tornado is blowing through whoosh..

"Yoongi?"

I turned my head and became face to face with Hoseok, who stood next to his sister.

"Hoseok? Oh my God." I scrambled to stand up, only for my legs to fail me. I stumbled to the ground, feeling my knees scrape along the rough pavement but that was the least of my worries. The man I love was standing in front of me for the first time in a month.

He helped me up, a genuine look of concern in his eyes. "W-what happened to your nose?"

Do I tell him?

"Your father, uh, shut the door on me."

"Ugh, he makes me so angry." He ran his fingers through his hair while avoiding eye contact with me.

"D-did you hear?" When did my voice start shaking so much?

He nodded. "You screamed it, Yoongi. I'm sure half of the neighborhood heard you."

His tone was rough. It made my heart sink.

"Why are you here? You're supposed to be at work in Seoul."

"How can I work when you're not there, Hoseok?"

"It's easy." He shrugged. "You did it before you met me, so you can do it again."

"But-"

"No, Yoongi!" He snapped, his eyes darkening before they softened again. He turned to his sister, telling her to go in before he faced me once more. "My life does not revolve around you. You need to learn to do things without me. I'm not around anymore. I'm not with you anymore. You shouldn't even be here. It was a waste of time and money and energy."

"Hoseok... why are you being like this?"

"Because you said that you love me! My father has given me everything my whole life. He was supportive of me wanting to pursue a dance career. He was proud of me when I came out to him, but the second he met you... he looked at me differently. He looked at me with disgust. Annoyance. Disappointment. He was ashamed of me, Yoongi. I chose you to be with, and now I'm a disappointment to him. It wasn't until you came along that he saw me that way. I can't deal with it. I don't like to fail. I don't let people down, but by being with you, I am letting him down."

My eyes filled with tears once more as I reached out to him, stumbling forward, only for him to take a step back. "Hoseok, w-what are you saying?"

"I'm saying we're done. I can't be with you. Go back to Seoul." He shoved past me, slamming the door to his normal home. I could hear the click of the lock as my body gave out on the porch.

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I slept on the porch that night. I didn't care that it rained, or that it was freezing. I couldn't leave him. He didn't leave me when I was broken, and I can't leave him now that he is the broken one.

My phone only had five percent left, so I frowned as I sent a quick text to Taehyung, letting him know the situation, and barely pressing send before it died. I groaned internally, cursing myself for using so much battery on the train listening to music. I stuffed it into the bag I had brought with me before bringing my sweater around me more in an attempt to keep some of the icy wind from hitting my pale skin. I rubbed my hands together, breathing into my palms at any attempt for warmth before I curled up in front of the door.

•
A sharp pain in my back and arm woke me up, only for me to see Hoseok laying on the cement pavement in front of me.

"H-hoseok?" My eyes adjusted to the bright sun above me.

Hoseok pulled himself off of the ground and faced me. "Yoongi? You're... still here?"

I nodded, chewing on my bottom lip. "I knew you would have to comd out eventually, so I waited."

"It's freezing outside!"

"Yes it is, but do you remember when I locked myself in my studio for like three days?" He nodded as realization began to dawn on him.

"I sat outside your studio for those three days until you finally came out. You tripped over me."

I chuckled as the memory hit me. "Well, at least you finally got your chance to trip over me. That hurt, might I add."

"I'm sorry." I caught his lips upturned into a small smile before the front door opened behind me, causing me to freeze as I heard the voice.

"Hoseok, get this vulture off of our lawn."

Hoseok's eyes flicked between us, an obvious sense of confusion in them. "Father, please, he-"

"I don't fucking care! He should've left yesterday! I want him gone by the time I go to leave for work." And at that, he slammed the door.

Hoseok huffed before running to me, helping me off the ground, picking up my bag and putting it in my scuffed up hands. He put a gentle hand on my cheek as he frowned, a single tear slipping down his cheek. "God, you're freezing. Here, let me make you some hot chocolate to go..."

"To go? So you're still not going to be with me?" I dropped my head, pushing the tears that threatened to fall inside. My heart ached inside of my chest.

"We went over this, Yoongi. I can't be with you, I'm sorry." He started to enter his home, but stopped when my freezing cold hand gripped his bicep.

"Don't bother with the hot chocolate. Don't bother with anything. I'm leaving. You won't have to see me again."

"Yoongi-"

I held up a hand, stopping him as I planted a soft, tear-soaked his onto his cheek. "Bye, Hoseokie. I love you." And I turned on my heel, making the long journey back to the train station.

Back to Seoul.

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That was actually painful to write wow.