My Muse || Sope

-Thirty-Nine-

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I limped towards my studio the following day, Hoseok's hand wrapped around mine and providing support. We hadn't stopped smiling since we woke up this morning.

He insisted on walking me to my studio, leaving kisses on my cheek every few feet, claiming that he wanted me to know how much he loved me. I felt myself blush every time.

We turned the corner, only to see two police officers and Bang PD sitting outside of my studio. My head tilted to the side slightly as we made our way over. "What's going on?"

Bang PD stood up and crossed his arms, a stern look on his face. "Yoongi, when you left last night, did you lock your studio door?"

"What? Of course I did!" My mind thought back to last night. Hoseok's lips on mine, being so hungry for each other that we rushed home. Did I lock the damn door? My eyes met Hoseok's wide ones as we realized what had happened. "Shit."

My manager's face only grew more angry as he realized that it was my fault. "Well, we lost thousands of dollars worth of equipment! We were robbed, and it wouldn't have been so bad if you had locked your door. I watched the security footage. I saw you and Hoseok rushing out of the office. Maybe if you could keep it in your pants, we wouldn't be in this situation."

Hoseok stepped forward, giving my hand a squeeze. "Please, sir. I was the one who convinced him to leave so quickly. Blame me."

"No, babe. It's my studio. I should've locked it." I bowed to the officials in front of me, guilt forming a lump in my throat. "I'm so sorry. I will pay you back for all of the damages."

Bang PD shook his head. "It's no need. We have insurance. However, we have a strict policy here."

Hoseok sucked in a sharp breath next to me, making me even more nervous. His hand tightened on mine.

"I'm sorry, Yoongi. Sexual relationships are not allowed in the office, and locking your studio door is a requirement. For these reasons..."

"No, please." I fell to my knees as I prepared for what was to come.

Bang PD frowned, some of his tension releasing from his face. He put a hand on my shoulder. "You're a great producer, Yoongi. But I'm sorry. You're fired from Big Hit Entertainment. Please clean out your studio."

I felt my soul leave my body in that moment. My body started to shake as sobs wrenched out of me. I'm sure I looked pathetic, but this job was everything. I couldn't end up homeless again.

"Please, no. You have to give me another chance, p-please!" I buried my face in the ground to hide my tears from the small crowd that had started gathering around his.

"I'm sorry, but it's already done, Yoongi."

•

After a few minutes of Hoseok hugging me tightly, running a hand up and down my spine to calm me down, I stood up with shaky legs. The crowd had mostly dissipated as the drama was no longer occurring. The only people left were Namjoon, Jungkook, and Taehyung. They all wore looks of sympathy, which made me nauseous.

I dragged my feet into my studio, which was missing all of the expensive equipment. I started gathering the few things of mine in my studio, mostly Kumamon decor, and took a deep breath to relax me. My eyes scanned the studio one more time before my head dropped and I left, headed towards the elevator. Hoseok reached for me but I shrugged him off. I think Taehyung called out my name a few tines, but I could faintly hear Jungkook speaking to him.

My ears were ringing. My heart was racing, and my palms were sweating. I could feel Hoseok's presense near me, but I could barely register it. My whole body just felt numb.

I was unemployed.

I was barely able to afford rent with the job. What the hell am I going to do now?

"Fuck. The wedding." I said it like a breath, not expecting the words to come out intelligible.

"What about the wedding?" We were in the elevator now as I made the walk of shame back to my apartment. Hoseok's sweet voice grounded me back to the reality in front of me.

I faced him, probably looking like I'm filled with despair, which I am. "I just got fired. We were saving up for the wedding. Oh my God! Because of me we will never be able to afford the wedding." The tears started to flow again as I saw Hoseok's eyes widen. He wrapped his arms around me and let me cry into his chest. He didn't provide any words, only comfort from his embrace.

"I have an idea." Hoseok whispered gently in my ear after I had finished sobbing into his shirt. He pulled me back by the shoulders so that we could look at each other well. Hoseok smiled brightly at me before pecking my lips. "I'll tell you once we get back to your place."

•

Stepping foot in to my apartment provided a different feeling this time. I had worked my ass off to afford a place so close to downtown, and I had just blown it.

Hoseok's hand had squeezed mine the whole trip back to my place, and he didn't let go once we walked inside. Instead, he tightened his grip, forcing me to face him, our bodies so close I could feel his breath on my nose.

"So, my idea might be a little... well, I don't know. We'll see how you take it."

"Just spit it out, Hoseokie."

He took a breath, his eyes leaving mine for a split second before returning, his gaze stronger than before. "I know how hard it was to pay rent with the job. So, why don't we combine our forces and move in together? That way we only have to share one rent."

My face lit up as I nodded instantly. "Yes yes! A million times yes!" I gave him a long, lingering kiss, showering him with all of my love.

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Cute.