“Stop complaining that your head hurts when you are the one making it hurt by drinking!” Jihyo scolded, Yoongi groaning loudly.
It had been about a week and a half since the guys revealed the news about Hoseok, Yoongi acting a bit petty with them. He had ranted to Jihyo about everything since the female would understand how he felt on a personal level.
Jihyo’s sync died as well.
Which is why the two were so close to one another, because Jihyo understood how Yoongi felt while the others tried but couldn’t really help him like she could.
Now Yoongi was drinking, only at night when his kids were sleeping. Though today, he promised Jihyo he would stop, since the female hated seeing Yoongi this way.
“You need to go grocery shopping today,” the short-haired female stated, tieing her hair into a ponytail, “I have work, plus, I think it’s your turn anyway.”
The maroon haired male groaned once again, rolling on his bed, “why?” he whined, “I don’t want too,” he pouted.
Jihyo placed her hand on her hip, “Yoongi, stop acting like a child. Go grocery shopping today, you’ll have to bring Sunnie and Woozi since Boa is busy. They behave fine, just set the rules.”
Yoongi finally got up, walking to his bathroom. “Fine, I love you Ji, be careful.”
Jihyo smiled, hugging Yoongi tightly, “Love you too.”
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“Do not touch anything, if you want to look at something ask first, and if someone comes near you while Appa isn’t looking, scream,” Yoongi told his twins, the two nodding their heads.
They sat placidly in the seats the cart had, Misun holding her ballerina doll while Jihoon played with his fake piano. The elder male walked into the store, looking at the list he had made for the trip.
“Appie,” Misun called, Yoongi looking down at her.
“Yes, Sunnie?”
“Can Woozi and I get marshwellows?” she asked cutely, showing puppy dog eyes.
Yoongi smiled, pinching her cheek, “yes, you can get marshwellows.”
The maroon haired male’s trip was going along placidly until he reached a certain part he hated, the part where he couldn't reach some things because of his height.
“Fucking hell,” he cursed lowly, standing on his tippy toes to try and reach the marshmallows his kids wanted, just when Yoongi was about to grab one of the twins and lift them so they could fulfill the task, someone came up behind Yoongi and grabbed them for him.
“I hope you don’t mind, I saw you struggling from the register,” the voice laughed, Yoongis heart dropping to his stomach.
That laugh was way too familiar.
Turning around he audibly gasped at the sight before him. This male had orange hair, emerald green eyes, and a scar clearly visible on his neck. No way-
“I’m Hoseok, I work here so I don’t want you to think I’m some creep that snuck up behind you,” he rambled, Yoongi completely froze in his place. "Though when I think about it, that still doesn't give me much justification," he chuckled nervously.
Yoongi was standing in front of his Hoseok, his sync, he could feel it. The sync that he had believed has been dead for 3 years, was standing right in front of him.
Jihoons voice broke Yoongi out of his awestruck state.
“APPIE!”
“Uh, I’m sorry, I b-blanked out for a second,” he apologized, Hoseok laughing and nodding his head with understanding, “I’m Yoongi.”
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SYNCED 3 | Erased Sync
Fanfiction~"I swear on everything Sung, I saw him!" Jimin almost yelled, his boyfriend not believing him. "It could be the grei-" "I talked to him, and he said his name was Hoseok!" Ilsung stayed quiet, alarm written on his features. ~ Its been 3 years since...
