Is It Wrong? | Sope

Chapter 14

Hoseok POV

Mumbling incoherently as I begin to regain consciousness, I can feel the pounding headache from having drank last night. Though, I frown as I open my eyes, quickly coming to the realization that I'm not back at my own apartment and recall the fact that Yoongi had walked out on me last night. I grow even more concerned when I feel a bare body shift behind me, their front suddenly against my back as an arm drapes over my side. I mentally curse myself for having been so stupid.

Carefully, I try to get out of bed without waking the person behind me. Though, when I hear a familiar voice groan a bit and shift even more after I'm out of the bed, I know I've been caught. I don't say anything though, quickly scanning the floor for my clothes.

"Leaving so soon, baby? What happens if you get needy again though?" I freeze at the voice, realizing just how big of a mistake I'd made last night.

"Don't call me that, Taehyung. We're not together and I'm not your fucking 'baby'." I snap quietly, finally finding my pants and pulling them on.

"That's not what you were saying last night after that little boy toy of yours ran off. Oh, Hobi. You were so fucking great last night, so needy and all over me." Taehyung chuckles with a smirk on his face.

"You're an asshole. You knew I had something going on with someone else and your jealous ass couldn't fucking stay away. You just had to fucking ruin it and make this next to impossible for me to fix." I growl, glaring at him as I pull my shirt on. He merely scoffs though.

"Fucking please, Hoseok. I'm better than that small dick any day. Hell, I did you a fucking favor." Taehyung says with an eye roll. Clenching my hands at my sides, I just shake my head and leave his bedroom. I stop at the door to grab my keys and slip my shoes in before leaving.

Shaking my head to myself, I sigh quietly and begin the trek back to the bar where my car is. I need to get to my car and call Yoongi. I know he's probably pissed at me still from last night, but I've got to try. I gotta explain to him what really happened. I really do like him a lot and I don't want to lose him because of this. Especially considering we've not even been together for a week yet. I've hardly had a chance with him yet.

Sighing quietly to myself, it takes me around twenty minutes before I'm back to my car. Flopping back into my seat when I finally get inside, I bite my lip nervously and pull my phone out. I quickly scroll through my contacts, pressing on Yoongi's number to call him once I've found it. Bringing the device up to my ear, I cross my fingers and hope that he'll answer.

"You really have some balls to be calling right now after the shit you pulled yesterday." An unknown voice answers his phone. My eyes widen at this.

"Who is this? Where's Yoongi? Please, I need to talk to him." I question, trying not to let my voice falter.

"Doesn't fucking matter who I am. Yoongi didn't want to answer and tossed his phone to me when you called. So, I don't think he wants to fucking talk to a whore like you." The man responds. My eyes widen in surprise, not being able to suppress small whimpers at his words.

"No, please. I need to talk to him. I need to explain. It was an accident and wasn't supposed to happen." I tell him, biting my lip nervously afterwards. I hear them go back and forth faintly, though I can't make out what's being said.

"Look, man. Yoongi really doesn't want to fucking see you right now. And quite frankly, I don't blame him. Just fuck off and stick to business with him if you're just gonna fuck around like that." With that, the unknown person hangs up the phone. I shout at the top of my lungs, throwing my phone across my car.

Tangling my hands in my hair, I curl into a ball there in the drivers seat of my car as I begin crying. I don't wanna lose him. I can't lose him already. Not because of fucking Taehyung. I can't let him win.

Biting my lip and trying to choke back the sobs, I pick my now cracked phone back up and call Yoongi once more. Surprisingly, it's answered almost instantly.

"I thought I told you-"

"No, please. I need to talk to him. I need to explain what really happened. Please. I can't lose him already. Not yet. Please." I cry out, losing my pride in hopes of at least getting the chance to get him back. I hear the other man sigh before the line goes silent. I bite my lip, nervously waiting for an answer. I soon hear them going back and forth in the background which takes another few minutes before someone speaks up again. The same unknown voice finally tells me the address to come to before hanging up once more.

"Thank fucking God."