Falling for my Stepdad || J.H/M.Y

•Yeodeol/여덟•

I woke up to soft snores by my left ear, wondering if Namjoon had finally come home and it was one of those nights.

Opening my eyes, I realized that didn't happen to be the case.

In my arms was a boy with pretty silver hair and slightly parted pink lips.

My body froze and I could feel my heart beat, like had it belong to a bunny, the beating sound slowly making its way to my ears.

His body is small and almost fragile in my arms, and his back is against the room, leaving his chest lightly against mine.

His breathing is slow and steady, his body not moving even an inch.

His chest is the only thing moving on the boy, as his lounges expand in his chest allowing him air.

I take a little moment to adjust my eyes to his face.

I study his perfect nose, that shine a little from left over make up, to his soft cheekbones, that made him look both masculine and feminine.

My eyes trace over his beautiful eyelashes, that is long and black, to his cute eyebrows, I wish I had eyebrows like that.

I pout lightly and stare from his sharp jawline to his soft and baby like lips.

I can't help but wonder what miracles those lips could make, I bet they can make every mans knees weak.

I let my finger tips trace his cheek bones.

I allow my self to run my long fingers through his beautiful and silky grey hair.

A loud noise bring me out of my trance as my mom open my door and notice the beautiful boy in my arms.

"Jung Hoseok" She hiss "you are an abomination" her breathing is fast and angry.

"So-sorry mom" I stutter and move away from the boy that is slowly waking up beside me.

He rub his eyes with his hands, making a low groaning noise.

"Rojin You are home early" Yoongi say unbothered in his deep morning voice, making my body shiver.

That is the hottest voice I have ever heard in my life, how can he so effortlessly be this hot?

"Hoseok get out of bed! Now" I hurry up at her words, standing in my Pyjama pants in front of my mom.

Without hesitation she slap me across the face, Yoongi watching in shock.

"You won't see your dad ever again you useless child! You are just like him" She yell at me, making me shake in fear.

Yoongi grab harshly around her wrist as she is about to hit me again, not even meeting her eyes as she look at him.

"Don't hit him" he simply says with a voice showing no care at all.

"Stay out of this Yoongi!" She hiss, trying to get her wrist out of his tight grip.

"Give me one reason to hit him" Yoongi shrug, letting go of her hand, throwing it downwards towards the ground.

"His sins are forbidden by god"

"Since when are you a woman of god?" I ask her, my eyes slowly burning into her skin, only to discover that I can't go through the second layer of devil skin, no matter how hard I try.

I wish I could blind her, and make her suffer under my gaze, unfortunately I don't have such powers.

"Since my son started gazing upon other men"

"So you hate him, because he is into men and not women?" Yoongi ask, his lips in an unknown expression.

"I hate him because he followed Satan"

"my father is not Satan! And he is a great man" I exclaim, tears starting to sting in my eyes.

"Your father has already gazed the gates of hell, we are all just waiting for him to enter" She hiss.

"SHUT UP" I scream, pushing her to the ground.

Yoongi grab my hand before making me look at him, his features calm and somehow caring as he look up at me.

"Let's Go" he whisper, dragging me towards the door before my mother can say another word.

"Where are you taking me?" I slowly ask him, as he drag me into his car, closing my seatbelt neatly.

"You are going to stay with me" Yoongi respond in a well known tone, even though he sound careless, that tone in his voice make my whole body go into a calming state.

"You will be safe with me" he end the conversation with those words, as he enter the car.

His hands easily start the car and I leave the only home I have ever known.

What will happen to me now?