My Muse || Sope

-Twenty-Seven-

"Yoongi! How did it go?" Jimin's enthusiastic voice was not what I needed this morning. I groaned as I rubbed my temples, walking past Jimin, who frowned as he must've noticed the prominent bags under my eyes, or the still-fresh tear stains on my cheeks.

I stormed into my studio, throwing my already-empty coffee cup in the trash. I exhaled sharply through my nose as I eyed the space that I had spent so much time in the past few months.

I heard the door to my studio open and close, followed by the sound of the lock clicking. I groan in annoyance as I whip around, coming face to face with Taehyung.

"Oh. Hey, Tae."

Taehyung looked at me with a mixed expression. "I wasn't going to say anything, but Jimin just came and asked me what your problem was. I heard you get home late last night. I could hear you crying your eyes out from your room. Jungkook heard it too."

"Fuck, he heard it too? God, I can never have any privacy." I rolled my eyes, letting my body drop onto the couch.

My best friend sat next to me, putting a hand on top of mine. "Tell me what happened."

My eyes met his worried ones for a moment before they looked down at the pair of Converse on my feet. I explained what happened in Gwangju, unable to watch his face at how pathetic I've become.

"Oh my God."

"Can you imagine... imagine if you were me, and Jungkook was Hoseok. What would you do? What can you possibly do when the person you love says that stuff to you?"

Taehyung shook his head before engulfing me in a hug. "He is just confused, sweetie."

"Sweetie?" I pull back, raising an eyebrow at my best friend.

"Hey! I'm trying to be comforting! Just let me love and comfort you!" He smacked me on the chest, making me chuckle a little while sniffling. "Woah! Is that a small laugh out of Mister Min Yoongi himself?"

I rolled my eyes, punching Taehyung in the shoulder. "Shut up and let me get to work."

••••

It's been a month.

That makes it about two months since I have last hugged or kissed Hoseok.

I was starting to forget what he smelled like.

How his lips felt on mine.

How his hands would fit perfectly on my hips.

"Yoongi?" A hand waving in front of my face jostled me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, Joon?"

"You need to snap out of it and work on your part of the project. Now, listen to this and tell me what you think." Namjoon rolled his eyes as he turned around in his chair, pressing play on the music software.

I felt my head starting to bob to the beat as a smile tugged at my lips. I recognized the voice. The one thing about Hoseok that I could still remember like it was yesterday. I noticed Namjoon smirking in my direction before he caught my eyes.

"Wow, you really still love him?"

I shrugged. "It's only been a month since I went to Gwangju. Of course I still love him."

Namjoon put his hands in the air, defending himself.

"Have you, um, heard from Hoseok by chance?"

He shook his head, his bottom lip between his teeth. "I'm so sorry, Yoongi. I haven't heard from him since the last time you asked two days ago."

I nodded, feeling my heart sink and my head drop. "Well, let's get back to work, shall we?"

••••

"Yoongi, it's been six months." Taehyung rubbed between my shoulder blades, the spot that always seems to calm me down the best. "Maybe you should move on?"

"No! No, I can't. I need Hoseok. I don't care if he doesn't want me until we're old, smelly, and senile. I will always wait for my Hoseokie to come back."

Taehyung outwardly groaned. "For God's sake, Yoongi! Get over it! He obviously isn't coming back. I'm so sick and tired of watching you mope around all over the place. Now, Jungkook has a friend I could hook you up with."

"No." My voice was stern, my eyes glaring into his. "I don't care if you're tired of me being so damn sad all of the time, but you're a shitty friend for telling me to get over it."

"Yoongi..."

"Stop it, Tae! Hoseok is the love of my life. I refuse to abandon him."

Taehyung through his hands in the air before grabbing his jacket and keys. "Fine. Be all depressed for the rest of your life, why the hell do I care anymore."

"Tae!" My voice was barely audible as I watched my best friend walk out on me. I slammed my feet into the ground, screaming at the top of my lungs. My whole world was exploding, and I was the one holding the bomb.

I pulled out my cell phone with shakey hands, dialing Taehyung's number. I held it up to my ear, listening to the familiar ringing. It went on and on until it stopped.

"The person you are trying to reach is not available."

"Dammit!" I tried again. And again. And again, until I finally gave up, opening up our text messages.

To Taehyung:
Tae! Please, I'm so sorry. I'm just depressed and frustrated and I took it out on you. I called you a shitty friend, and that is not true at all. I'm the shitty friend. You are seriously the best person I could ever ask to have in my life. I love you so much, man.
..if you think it would be best for me to try and move on... i can try. I can't guarantee anything, but I will try. For you.
I'm sorry.

•••••
Wow this story was supposed to be nice and fluffy.