Is It Wrong? | Sope

Chapter 6

Hoseok POV

Sighing softly to myself, I play the song over and over as I make the drive to the same place as yesterday. Biting my lip nervously, I think through how the video could be done to incorporate everything that everyone's looking for. Though, at the same time, I don't want to let Yoongi down either or upset him for that matter. He's clearly extremely picky, though I can't blame him. If things aren't done to perfection then there's things that people can rip you apart for.

Finally pulling into the correct lot, I park my car. Taking a deep breath, I reach over to the passenger seat and grab the bag of food I'd gotten for us before getting out of the car. Hopefully, he's not had lunch yet and will be okay with the stuff I got us. He really could use to add a few kilos instead of staying so damn thin, even if he is muscular.

Walking up to the door and heading inside, I'm greeted by the same receptionist.

"He's waiting for you in the same room as yesterday. Do you recall the way?" She informs me. Nodding my head with a soft smile, she dismisses me and I head off down the first series of hallways. It takes a few twists and turns down multiple hallways before I reach the conference room I'd been taken to just the day before. Biting my lip gently, I knock on the door. Once again, I faintly hear him calling for me to come in.

Taking a deep breath, I open the door and head inside, closing it behind me before setting the food down on the table between where I'll be sitting and where Yoongi's at. He eyes the bag curiously, lips forming a small pout and brows furrowed lightly as his eyes scan the item set in front of him. Smiling lightly to myself, I take my seat across from him before pulling the contents out of the bag.

"I wasn't sure if you'd eaten yet, but I figured since it's just reaching lunchtime that I'd bring us some food. Hopefully you'll like it." I explain as I set the bag aside and begin opening the boxes to show him what all I'd brought. He hums softly, taking in all of the different dishes boxed up in front of him for a minute before finally looking up to me.

"You didn't have to bring food, Hoseok. I'm not much of a lunch person anyways." Yoongi says quietly, face completely void of any emotions. I frown at his words.

"Yoongi, it's not healthy to skip meals." I tell him, still frowning. Though, it does make sense considering how thin he is. He merely rolls his eyes at me.

"There's a reason why dinner is a bigger meal, Hoseok. Besides, my eating habits aren't of your concern. Why would you care?" Yoongi counters, raising an eyebrow at me. My frown deeps at this.

"Yoongi, that's still not healthy. At the very least you should be eating two meals a day. And actually, they are if they're going to affect your performance. Besides, am I not allowed to care about you and want you to be taking care of yourself just like your fans want you to be taking care of yourself?" I argue. The tiniest hint of a sweet smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.

"Are you saying your a fan of mine now, Hoseok? Honestly, I thought this was going to be much more professional than that." Yoongi comments, his smirk growing just a little as he speaks. I feel my cheeks heat up just a bit as I give him a small glare.

"That would be awfully hard considering I've listened to a total of three of your songs that you've produced thus far, two of them videos. And I truly wasn't even that impressed with them to begin with. That's not including the one you sent me yesterday to work on that was semi decent." I counter, not wanting to giving him the satisfaction of thinking I enjoy his music. Though, if I'm being completely honest, it's all a lie. I've been thoroughly impressed with all of his work and the one he gave me yesterday was even more impressive than the ones before.

However, watching his face distort to a frown and a glare, I realize I've overstepped. Though, despite the hard glare in his eyes, it's slightly noticeable that his eyes are glistening. His glare and frown soon fall, giving way to a stoic look once more. His gaze lowers down to the food sat on the table before him for a good minute before suddenly moving his chair back. Staying completely silent, he stands up from his chair before pushing it back in and exiting the room completely.