NUMBER 094 || JUNG HOSEOK X BTS

Part 6

((AN:// Hey guys, so just wanted to put a warning, this chapter is slightly darker than the others. It'll be in the italic section, so just read with caution!

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Hoseok sat on Namjoon's bed with his hair damp after the bath that they had given him, "M-..My master's didn't need to help me! I know about basic hygiene..." He stated, muttering the second half of his words as his thumbs twirled in his lap shyly. He was worried they thought he was completely brainless.

"Oh, we know," the maknae explained from beside him, watching Namjoon shuffled around his room in search for paper, "We just wanted to help you because you could barely stand on your own, hyung."

With a tiny smile on his lips, the slave coddled himself in the yellow hoodie that was now warm and clean after Yoongi had washed it. His damp hair stuck to his forehead uncomfortably but ignored it for the most part, "Why did you.. call me hyung...? Usually people do not speak to slaves with such formality."

"Well, you are older than both of us from what your paperwork states. You're a person like us so it's only right to call you hyung," Jungkook replied as he plopped back onto the bed.

The words caused Hoseok's eyes to widen as a blush creeped onto his cheeks, "A-... person like.. them...?" He mouthed quietly to himself before another smile filled his lips.

"Namjoon-hyung, what are you doing?! Are you almost done, I'm sure that dinner will be ready in a moment," the youngest complained with a hefty sigh.

Said boy returned with a notebook and a pencil in hand, "Yeah, I just couldn't remember where I put this," He took a seat on the other side of the slave and pushed away the damp orange hair away from his face so he could get a better view, "Alright, I know you can't read but you will be able to soon once I teach you."

Jungkook sat up interested in his words and watched as Namjoon flipped through his notebook to a clean sheet of paper before writing something down, "What are you doing?".

As an answer, Namjoon simply handed the sheet to the slave after finishing it.

Hoseok's eyes looked it over and tilted his head to the side not understanding what was written.

All he saw a single thing.

정호석

"What does it say?" he asked shyly, refusing to take his eyes off of the handwriting.

Namjoon pointed at the word with a smile as he watched the slave follow the finger intently, "That's your name, see? Right there, that part says Jung," He explained carefully in hope that maybe the save will understand a tiny bit, "This part says Hoseok."

His finger's moved as he read it out to the boy, whose eyes shone with excitement.

"I-...Is this really my name?!" he exclaimed as he picked up the notebook to get a closer look. His finger's grazed the paper as he traced out the symbols intently, never feeling this strongly about learning to read now.

The door of the room creaked open and Taehyung had entered the room, "Dinner is ready...", he stated quietly before he noticed the slave jump off from the bed holding the notebook.

"Master, master!" he exclaimed before holding the notebook to the younger boy, "Look, this is my name written down!"

The blonde haired boy stared at the slave almost mesmerized by the boy's eyes as they stared up at him with such energy and liveliness, "Really?? That's amazing!!" He replied with a genuine grin on his face, ruffling the shorter boy's hair.