Will they accept us?- Yoonseok

Chapter 39: Saviors

Yoongi's POV

"What's it going to be? Come with me or the baby dies."

"I'll go with you just leave Hoseok and Haneul alone." Yoongi pleaded for the safety of his lover and his baby. I'm not going to let you hurt them.

Chorong smirked. "Good. If you don't want anything to happen to them, then follow my orders."

"Okay, but let me say goodbye and then hand over Haneul to Hoseok." Yoongi nodded his head in determination. I will not allow anything bad to happen to them.

"Fine, but hurry up."

Yoongi nodded his head, turned to Hoseok and gave the boy a hug. "Don't worry, Hoseok. Promise me you'll take care of Haneul."

"Yoongi..." Hoseok's voice quivered. "I love you. Do you have to go with her? Isn't there another way we can solve this?"

Yoongi knew that Hoseok hoped for a different outcome, and so did he, but that didn't seem to be possible. Yoongi brought down the taller's head and placed a his lips against the other's forehead. "I'm sorry, but I don't see no other way out of this. I love you, Jung Hoseok."

"That's enough." Chorong said.

"But I haven't said goodbye to the others." Yoongi complained.

"I don't care. Don't forget I still have Haneul."

"Give Haneul to Hoseok."

Chorong scowled. "Not until you come over here."

Yoongi took one glance around him and took a step forward. Goodbye. When he reached Chorong, he faced her dead in the eye. "Give Haneul to Hoseok."

"Let me think about it... No." Chorong smirk.

"What?!" Yoongi was angered by Chorong's response. "You said-!"

"Let me stop you right there. I promised you that I would take my rightful place as your lover and the mother of your child didn't I?" Chorong led out a maniacal laugh.

Suddenly, in a flash, Chorong's gun was thrown far away from her, the baby was in someone else's arms, and was being held back by another. It was two boys that looked to be around the age of eighteen. One had dyed their hair to a chestnut color, and the otherboy had natural black hair.

"What the hell?!" Chorong yelled, strugling to get out of the grip of the person behind her.

"Security!" The chestnut haired boy had tooken the microhpone from Chorong. The security ran towards them to take away Chorong.

Unfortunately, no one expetected that she had a knife in Chorong's back up plan. She flipped the black haired boy's and her position to where she was behind the fan, holding the knife against their neck. "Move and I slice his neck."

The good thing was that that boy had some tricks up his sleeve, too. The black haired boy took away the knife in a flash and pushed Chorong in the direction of the security. The security caught Chorong and finally took her away.

"Thank you for your help boys."Yoongi thanked them for their help and so did the others.

"It was nothing." The chestnut haired boy said. "You were in danger, and me and my friend are blackbelts in Taekwondo and Karate. We wanted to help from the beginning, but we had to wait for the right moment."

"We might not understand the whole situation, but, as Army members, we should protect our family. Either way, she looked like a dangerous sasaeng or something. If anything happens, you can count on us to support you guys." The black haired boy said, smiling brightly.

"Thank you, again, for helping." Yoongi wasted no time after he finished his conersation with the two boys and ran back to Hoseok, who was still on stage with the group. "Hoseok!"

"Yoongi!"

Both of them ran to each other, like in the scenes of a movies. Once they reached each other, they gave a big hug to one another.

"I thought I was going to loose you." Hoseok whispered.

"So did I." Yoongi whispered back. "But this proves no one can separate us. No matter how hard they try."

Pulling away a bit to look at him, Hoseok smiled as he stared seen into the older's eyes. Yoongi cupped Hoseok's cheeks and leaned in.

They kissed in front of the entire audience.

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A/N: Hey guys! English is weird. I always found 'that that' in a sentence is weird, or Queue, a five letter word, has the same pronunciation as the first letter. I don't remember if English was the first language I spoke, but English weird.
If your wondering what I mean by: 'I don't know if English was the first language I spoke', I mean I don't remember. I'm a Chicana, so I grew up around people who spoke English and Spanish, and I don't know which language I spoke first.
Thank you for reading!❤️

Date: 7/25/18
Word count: 806 words