Let Me Fix You || Hoseok x Reader

Chapter 8

After a long day at work, you were really looking forward to crashing on your couch tonight, surrounded by heaps of junk food while Netflix played on your T.V. However, the moment you walked into your kitchen you knew your plans for tonight were going to be postponed. How were you so sure? Because of a short, brunette by the name of Yoongi.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?" you asked the man, trudging over to your kitchen table and dropping into one of the seats.

Yoongi glanced over his shoulder at you before returning back to his task. You were about to ask what he was up to when he turned around with a coffee cup in his hand, steam flowing out, letting you know that there was definitely a hot beverage in the glass.

"Thanks, buddy," you said with a grin, making grabby hands at the drink.

"Make your own shit," your friend mumbled, sitting across from you at the table.

"Need I remind you that you're in my house, using my coffee cup, drinking my coffee?" you questioned with an arched brow.

"And need I remind you of all the things I've done for you?" Yoongi countered, lifting the cup to his lips and taking a sip of the hot liquid.

"Whatever," you said with a roll of your eyes. "Now answer my question: why are you here?"

"It's about the meetups with Hobi," Yoongi began, setting his glass aside to fold his hands together on the table. "The last one, in particular."

You felt yourself deflate as a rush of guilt began bubbling inside you. "Is he disappointed?"

"What? No. If anything he's worried. He hasn't heard from you since then and he thinks you want to stop with the lessons," Yoongi replied.

"I mean, it was something I thought of at the time but I don't feel that way anymore," you mumbled, drawing random shapes into the table's surface. "I was kinda just waiting for him to set up a date again."

"Well, he certainly isn't gonna do that if he thinks you're done trying. You need to let him know you're okay to continue," the brunette said with a sigh, resting his chin in his hand. "And no, I'm not gonna tell him. That's your job."

"Are you disappointed?" you asked.

"About what?"

"What I did. Forcing Hoseok to help the woman while I blanked out," you answered.

"I'd be a pretty shitty excuse of a friend if I was. I don't expect you to be on top of your game 24/7 now that Hoseok's helping you--it'll take time. So if you still find yourself panicking I'll understand. It'll be awhile before you stop freaking out in those types of situations," Yoongi said.

You felt a sense of relief washing away the guilt. It always confused you why you were so self-conscious about this kind of stuff. Yoongi had been your friend for a long time now. You knew what he was like and that he would never blame you for this kind of behaviour. Yet you still found yourself fretting over it. Something in your brain kept telling you that maybe this time he would get frustrated with you, that maybe it would be different. But that never happened, and you weren't sure how many more times it would take before you stopped having these stupid thoughts.

"You wanna stay over and watch movies tonight?" you asked with a hopeful smile.

Yoongi squinted his eyes in thought as he raised the cup to his lips, sipping slowly and audibly. You stared at him expectantly, eyes locked on his, unblinkingly.

"Depends on what you're feeling up to tonight. I ain't hanging around to watch stupid, cliché romantic shit. I want the best of the best, something to make it worth my time," he finally answered.