Is It Wrong? | Sope

Chapter 8

Hoseok POV

I can't do anything but just sit there alone in the conference room for a few minutes. Trying to wrap my head around what's just happened, I'm surprised he actually just walked out like that. I mean, I didn't say his work was shit...

Frowning down at the food splayed out on the table in front of me, I frown lightly as I slowly begin closing the boxes back up. I clearly overstepped big time by trying not to come off as a fan of his, and honestly it breaks my heart. I hadn't meant to be so harsh on him and I clearly over did it. I really did just not want him to think of me as one of his fans and more so as one of his equals.

Groaning softly, I bag the boxes up once more before standing. Pursing my lips, I exit the room and begin looking around in attempt to figure out where to go. Though, it doesn't take long of me wandering around before deciding to simply go ask the front desk. It'll make everything easier to just ask up there and have them take me to his studio rather than me wandering until I'm beyond utterly lost.

Sighing softly as the front desk comes into view, I bite my lip nervously. The lady looks up at me with a small smile as I approach, a curious look on her face.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm afraid I've gotten myself a bit lost. I need to find Mr. Min's office. We were going to go together, but I had to stop and take a call, mixing up the directions he'd given me afterwards." I explain sheepishly, hoping she'll buy it. Though, watching her smile and nod with a soft chuckle, I know she's taken my lie as the truth. I mentally let out a sigh of relief, glad I've gotten away with it.

"Just follow me right this way." She tells me as she stands up, leading me down a new hallway. It's a new maze to go through as we turn down a few different halls, knowing I would've gotten all sorts of lost once again if I hadn't asked for help. When we finally reach the door, she gives a small motion to it before bowing and walking away. Biting my lip softly, I nervously reach up and knock on his door that explicitly has his name on it. The room stays completely silent, and I frown with worry.

"Yoongi? Please, open up. I-I'm sorry for what I said a-and I wanna talk it over with you." I apologize through the door as I knock on it once more. Faintly, I hear muffled rustling sounds. My lips part lightly in anticipation, staring at the door in hopefulness. Though, they soon die down again and I feel my heart sink.

"Yoongi, please. I'm sorry, I wanna talk this out." I request once more, my voice cracking as I speak. It's silent for a few more seconds before the sounds return once more. This time, I hear the door get unlocked before it's cracked open. I hear his footsteps softly fade away from the door a bit and I bite my lip once more as I gently push it open. Stepping inside the room and closing the door softly behind me, my breath is nearly taken away when my eyes land on the blonde boy in his desk chair. His eyes are swollen and red, clearly puffy from crying. His light pink lips jutted out in an almost annoyed pout, his cheeks tear stained. His face is slightly flushed, but also paler than normal as well. The sight absolutely breaks my heart. Especially knowing I did this.

"Yoongi... I'm so sorry." I whisper, my heart breaking more and more at the sight in front of me. He scoffs quietly, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever, Hoseok. Everyone has their own fucking opinions about music and the videos. Not everyone's gonna like them. I'm not fucking stupid, I know that." Yoongi snaps. My eyes widen at his words, my lips pulling down into a frown.

"Yoongi, no. I'm sorry, what I said wasn't true at all. I... I only said those things because I didn't want you treating me like some stupid fan of yours. I've loved every bit of your music and it's really inspiring, honestly. And I think the stuff you gave me yesterday was your best yet. I'm sorry for what I said, and I shouldn't have said it. You really are the most talented rapper I've met yet, and your the only rapper who's music I've ever come to enjoy." I explain honestly. Despite it his lips being pouted, he bites his lower lip as he looks away. I can see the tears welling up in his eyes once more, fighting desperately to not let them fall.