❝ Blood Will Shed, Roses Will Wither, Love Will Kill ❞
Hoseok swears to his heart to protect the remaining against all odds and his country from harm. Gifted with a smile of sunshine, he keeps himself hidden by the name of Bridal Mask.
His father p...
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❝ My hands, your hands. Tight up like two ships. Drifting, weightless. Waves try to break it. I'd do anything to save it. Why is it so hard to say it? ❞— Strong; One Direction
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"What do you mean? You did everything for me when I did nothing for you."
"H-Hoseok . . . I really don't deserve you," Jin whispered, cupping his husband's face and kissed him straight on the lips. Even if it was a short kiss, Hoseok swore every inch of his body lit up firecrackers and his heart exploded. The taller man pulled away while stroking the older with the pad of his thumb, still on his lap.
He just stared at him emotionally as tears began to pour down his cheeks and Hoseok stared at him back, breathing lightly as his chest raised and fell.
"Is it because I did something wrong or do you not like me anymore? If there's something—something you don't like about me, I can change it." Hoseok said nonchalantly, swallowing the lump resting between his throat.
Again Jin couldn't form any words with his mouth shut, eyes a glassy layer. Soft breaths brushed against the older's and only time could tell what would each other say.
"Hoseok . . . You deserve better. You're a hero, like Robin Hood. People are depending on you . . . they are on me too, but you do so much better and definitely need to know that." He got off of Hoseok's lap, and started making his way to the door.
"Wait." Hoseok gripped the brunette's arms that traveled into his hands as Jin struggled escaping out of his grip. He turned around with almost red eyes from crying, seeing his husband still holding onto him.
"L-leave me alone!"
Jin yanked his hand out of Hoseok's grasp and dashed out of the room as Taehyung backed up against a wall, holding his breath, eyes wide. He couldn't believe what he just heard. He didn't want to believe any of this, but the sheer look on Jin's sorrowful face said otherwise as he exited the room with tears pouring from the corner of his eye.
"Jin . . . are you okay?" Jungkook caught Jin running out of the room, heading for the exit door of their hotel room. The taller man looked over his shoulder and smiled, just a little before yanking the door open, and shut it behind him, running out. Jungkook knitted his eyebrows, eyes falling to the carpet and saw a thin paper laying there. Bending down, he took the letter in his hand and read the letter.
🌹 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖈𝖔𝖘𝖙 - 𝕶𝖎𝖒 𝕾𝖊𝖔𝖐𝕵𝖎𝖓
The darker brunette understood what the letter meant, yet he was confused to why his older had left them in a rush, crying. Did Hoseok say something wrong? Did Hoseok do something wrong? Without wasting another minute, he slipped the letter in the back pocket of his pants and quickly got on his feet, rushing out of the hotel to catch Jin.
He ran through the greenery of the park, a water fountain stood in the middle as water jumped up creating a sparkling atmosphere in the very humid night as fireflies danced around, their light illuminating the fountain.
Jungkook looked over his shoulder, back, right, left, panting while he continued running across the park. He came to a pause, panting heavily with his hands resting on his knees. He titled his head to the left, cracking his neck slightly and hands, then put up a straight, determined face, running again towards a silhouette of a person sitting on a bench.
Wide shoulders, dark brunette hair was seen in the night as a person sat on a bench, sobbing with their hands covering their face. Jungkook hesitantly walked closer, reaching out a hand, and finally placed it on the man's shoulder, softly.
"Kim Seokjin?" Jungkook breathed out, emotionally when tears started forming in his dark eyes. Jin looked over his shoulder, his eyes full of tears that by now his eyes were red and as if glass had crashed, ripping out of his brown eyes.
"I can't stay with you guys anymore."
"I know . . . " Jungkook hushed his older, taking a seat on the bench next to him.
"How'd you know?" Jin said astonished, his eyes wide and face pale.
"The letter you left at the room and . . . when we were kidnapped by Shin Hansol, he mentioned you, Jin." Jungkook swallowed, hard, tear faced. His hands had formed into a fist, his knuckles tight that veins appeared on his arms and hand. He sucked in a breath and then exhaled as well as Jin proceeded the same act.
"Be safe." Both of the boys said, their hand on each other's shoulder. They removed their hands and brought them to each other's steadily, then embraced, feeling the warmth conceal their hands.
"Promise me you will not die."
"Promise me you will not die."
"I promise."
They both said, fierce, sharp eyes looked directly into each other's, breathing steadily and a small smile had curved on their dim face, reaching slightly at the end of their ears.
