Baseball (VHope)

Eighteen

Namjoon was looming over us as I opened my eyes, a sarcastic smile on his face. "How cute," he said, then held the water gun at point-blank range, smile now a thin line. "Now get up." 

My eyes widened and I shot out of bed, sending Hoseok tumbling to the floor with a loud yelp. He sat up with a groan, looking around groggily until my brother pointed the water gun at him. My boyfriend screamed and tried to scramble onto his feet, but Namjoon shook his head and tutted. "Nope. You were on top of my baby brother. You get the punishment," he said, but as he was about to pull the trigger, Jin saved the day. 

"Kim Namjoon," he gasped, "I told you to leave them alone! They had really long days yesterday! Let the babies sleep!" Namjoon quickly dropped the water gun and held his arms up in surrender, eyes wider than saucers. "They were being all couple-y and I freaked! Sorry," he said with a defeated sigh. I shook my head and backhugged him. "It's okay, hyung. Can me and Hobi-hyung go back to sleep now?" I mumbled, earning a slow nod. "Yeah. I'm sorry, Tae, Hoseok." Hoseok slowly got off the floor and sat down on the bed. "It's okay. Could have been shot with a water gun," he mumbled sleepily and Jin pulled Namjoon out of my room by his ear. 

I sat down next to Hoseok and rubbed his back slowly. "You took a bit of a tumble. You okay, baby?" I asked right before kissing his cheek. He turned a cute shade of pink but smiled at me. "I'm good, pumpkin. Can we go back to bed?" he asked with a light chuckle. I nodded and climbed into bed, holding my arms out for him as he laid down on top of me. 

Memories from the first time Hoseok spent the night flashed through my head. We were in the same position as that morning, except in my bed. Hoseok started to chuckle as he ran a hand through my hair. "Pumpkin, your heart is sprinting," he whispered. I hummed and held him tight, closing my eyes to calm my racing heart. "Just memories from the first time you spent the night, Hobi-hyung. They make my heart go crazy... You make my heart go crazy," I hummed, earning a peck on my jaw. "You get my heart going, too." 

Silence encompassed us after that, eventually giving way to Hoseok's evened-out breathing and his grip on me loosened just a little, hands falling to the sides of my head. I buried my face in his hair and took a deep breath; his scent always calmed me down and slowed my still-racing heart, along with slowly rubbing his back - right between his shoulder blades. I wasn't sleepy, so I simply thought about how far I'd come since I first met the sleeping boy on top of me. 

Before I met him, I was a mess. I only truly trusted Jungkook. I never gave Yoongi and Jimin my complete trust. Talking to other people without having an inner panic attack was impossible. Going to school with bandaged arms and teary eyes drew the attention of faculty and staff, but no one besides Mrs Jeon did anything about it.

My parents didn't give a shit about how I felt; they wasted so much money on people who could make me "normal" and not so damn messed up in the head, as well as tried to get me to stop being gay. They always made me feel like an abomination because of my brothers. Not once had I felt any resentment or hatred or jealousy towards them. They were the only family members who loved and cared for me, and not a day goes by where I don't appreciate a single thing they've done for me. 

I was such a mess, and then Yoongi forced me to meet Jung Hoseok. Because of one person - one sport - I was happy. I wasn't so fucked-up in the head, even though I still had bad thoughts sometimes. I look forward to every day, even the bad ones. Talking to people isn't so scary anymore. I can trust people. My life is so much better all because of my baby. I was so thankful that my first real boyfriend was the one to turn my life around for the better.

Tears filled my eyes as I held Hoseok tight, placing kisses in his hair. "I love you," I whispered, voice breaking slightly as I let my tears flow. I was so thankful for a boyfriend like Hoseok to help me build myself up. I loved the person I was becoming, all thanks to this baseball-playing baby. 

"Taehyungie! Hey, sweetheart, how are you?" Lucy beamed when Hoseok and I stepped into. I gave her a hug the best I could, since she was holding Bree in her arms. "I'm great, Lucy. Hi, Bree!" I cooed, lifting the fussing baby out of her arms while Hoseok pouted. "You love my boyfriend more than you love me! What the heck!" he whined, acting like an upset five-year-old. Lucy rolled her eyes and hugged her nephew. "He's not a brat like you are," she teased, the two of them sticking their tongues out at each other. 

I let out a giggle as I held Bree, reaching out with my free hand to pat Hoseok's shoulder. He smiled at me and leaned down to kiss Bree's little hand. "Hi, little girl. Why so fussy?" he asked her and Lucy sighed as we followed her into the kitchen. "She's been fussy all day. Maybe she just needs a boy to hold her," she said, smiling at me as I blushed lightly. My boyfriend chuckled and rested his chin on my shoulder to his best abilities. "TaeTae's a baby-magnet," he said and I rolled my eyes when he started to laugh. "You would know, baby," I teased, a smile forming as Hoseok blushed hard. 

Lucy rolled her eyes at us as she made lunch. "You two are insane," she muttered, shaking her head.