Human (Vkook)

19# hybrid

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Yeah, I know I abandoned you but I'm back.

Please enjoy this crappy chapter.

Hoseok didn't feel comfortable with the way Jimin had been staring at him as they sat on the dining table. It had been a few days since he had been staying at Yoongi's house and each day he had felt Jimin's eyes shoot glares towards him.

But Hoseok couldn't blame him.

He would have done the same if their roles were reversed.

But that didn't stop the pain he had felt, resonating in his chest every time he had received a glare from the younger. However, it didn't compare to the feelings he felt upon looking at Yoongi.

Yoongi had lost weight. His skin had become noticeably paler and the bags under his eyes had darkened significantly. His movements were slow, slower than his usual lazy motions, as if the energy had been sucked out of him like a straw. He hadn't been eating well, Hoseok had noticed, despite all the lies Yoongi had told him, claiming that he had been maintaining himself. Don't worry about me. Hoseok pretended that he didn't know that Yoongi watched him like a hawk, making sure he didn't do anything that could potentially harm himself. He pretended that he didn't know that Yoongi would come to the guest room he slept in, sometimes to simply watch him sleep, or, sometimes to run his fingers through his hair and whisper chocked up apologies. He pretended that he had no idea that Yoongi would call the hospital twice a day, asking about Namjoon before locking himself in the bathroom where he stayed for hours. He said nothing, but simply pretended everything was alright, like the way it used to be. But even he knew that that wasn't the case, and it may never be normal again.

He had caused this, and he couldn't help but hate himself for it even more.

"Did you like the food, Hobi?" Hoseok turned his head, eyes meeting the older's, smiling as he did so. They had been at the dining table, an empty plate of food in front of Hoseok, a half-finished plate in front of Jimin who sat opposite to the male, and a glass of water in front of Yoongi who sat next to him. Both males had been staring at the guest, however, for different reasons.

"Yeah Hyung, I did. Thank you." He responded, watching as the older stood up and picked up his plate before placing it in the sink. "Have you eaten?"

Yoongi was silent for a while, picking up the sponge and rubbing it over the dish. "Yeah. I did." His voice wasn't strong either. Something Hoseok had picked up as well, and as he watched the older's hands shake whilst he washed the plates, he noticed how weak Yoongi had become. "Don't worry about me."

Lies

Hoseok didn't like this, watching his best friend suffer over his own selfish act.

I was protecting them.

He almost laughed at his own thoughts, directing his eyes towards the Jimin who had stopped eating half way through his meal to shoot daggers at him.

Protecting my ass.

The only thing he had been doing so far was protecting himself, and he had failed miserably at that as well.

"I'll be right back." the older had stated, placing the dish on the rack before walking out of the kitchen. Hoseok listened to his footsteps as they gradually grew fainter until he couldn't hear them anymore as the sound of a door shutting replaced them.

He was in his room, and Jimin, who had been silent this whole time, capitalized on that, standing from the table and throwing away the food he couldn't eat due to his sudden lack of appetite. He turned towards the other male, watching the way Hoseok refused to meet his eyes.