Yoonseok/Sope one shots

Blood

    I couldn't write angst even if I tried sorry guys I'm a failure but please enjoy gore obsessed punk Hoseok showing his soft side to his favorite soft flower boy Yoongi!- Kubo

 A boy in his early twenties with a lean build strode down the street. Heads turned and he just smirked to himself, flashing his bright smile to the horror of people passing by. He was wearing studded boots, ripped black jeans and a white shirt that said "Fuck the government, kill people" in bold red letters. His black hair was messed up and he had a single piercing on his lip and a few tattoos that were visible on his forearms. Some were art of knives and blood, some phrases like "living dead" and the stereotypical fuck the world sayings. He was a walking controversy. It wasn't unknown that the city punk Jung Hoseok was nothing but trouble. And if not trouble he was plain creepy. Some days he'd walk around with blackout contacts and hang out in the church cemetery and scare old women. He was often seen with boys either as his one night stands or as his servants. Jung Hoseok was bad news. One noticeable trait was that he loved to hurt himself, just to see his blood fall to the ground it gave him so much satisfaction to see himself hurting and he never thought about the pain once. 

     Jung Hoseok was undoubtedly a maniac.

     All of the warning signs never stopped a certain boy to fall in love, though. Min Yoongi was 24, he loved many things but most of all he loved his dog , flowers, and Jung Hoseok.  Weird list it would seem, but not to Yoongi. He would linger in the grassy field behind the church, just outside of the cemetery to pick the pink buttercups that would bloom there in the summer. It was also a perfect opportunity to watch Hoseok lurk amongst the tombstones and jump up behind the congregation and scare them half to death. He would always let out a chuckle as he watched the punk laugh until he was crying. Sometimes, if he was lucky, the boy would just sneak a glance over to the grassy spot and make eye contact with Yoongi, his dark, piercing eyes would stare daggers at him and Yoongi would feel like he was being swallowed up. Some days there's a wink, a lick of the lips, some days he just stares and Yoongi knows that he should probably be scared but he just isn't. Yoongi was never scared of Jung Hoseok even on his first encounter.

     "Hey ,peach, watch where you're goin' huh?" the younger sneered in a gruff voice

     "And why would I do that?" Yoongi pouted, his eyes were wide to display his cute features. 

     Needless to say, Hoseok was caught off guard at how the short boy with strawberry blonde hair and overalls was standing so firm before him. He threw his leather jacket down off his shoulders and moved closer, closer, until he was inches away from the boys face. His hot breath ghosted the smaller's pink lips and Yoongi so badly wanted to kiss him. But Hoseok gripped his chin inbetween his fingers and made him look him in the eyes. His blue contacts were sharp and he stared into Yoongi's soft brown orbs as if he was looking into his soul. Yoongi wasn't afraid of Jung Hoseok. 

     "Aren't you afraid of me?" Hoseok whispered calmly, just for Yoongi to hear.

     "Why would I be afraid? You're different, if anything I'm drawn to you," Yoongi said.

     "So, would you still be drawn to me if I did this?" He grabbed a bottle and smashed it on the ground with immense force, causing pieces of glass to shatter and get stuck in his hand. The bloodied bandages already on his palms were being stained once again. Yoongi gulped.

     Hoseok looked Yoongi in the eyes once again, a dangerous glint in his eyes this time. 

     Jung Hoseok was undoubtedly a maniac. 

     "This isn't the last time we'll see each other I imagine. So listen up, angel." Hoseok took Yoongi's large hands in his, 

     "I'm bad news. You should know that, everyone hates me and fears me so what's stopping you? I'm the most inhuman a human can get. Before I'm off,  can I know your name?'