SWEETHEART ➝ yoonseok (✔)

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"Just get it done and over with. I want him gone." Yoongi murmured. "I don't care how, I don't care who dies, but I'm counting on you."

Hoseok shuffled, opening his eyes a fraction. "I believe we have reached an agreement. You have 48 hours."

His eyes adjusted to the darkness, shuffling a moment. Hoseok might as well have been merging with the covers draped over him, he was so pressed up against them. After a few moments of squirming, he paused, liking how pleasant it felt and for a second, he let himself get engulfed by comfort.

For a second. 

Yoongi's gravely, monotonous voice was what brought his fazed senses back to reality. he shot up from the bed, wincing at the sudden movement. 

His eyes darted around the room. The high walls were etched into a fancy arrangement, a crimson carpet decorating the floor with its dark colour. If it didn't scream expensive, it certainly smelt like it. His wandering eyes fell upon Yoongi, sat on a elegantly carved desk, dressed in a black suit. He looked like the book definition of Scary CEO.

The man couldn't deny that he looked every bit ravishing, the tie undone and shirt unbuttoned enough to show a fair bit of that milky skin. But a profound fear lodged his throat closed.  Everything in the room, though beautiful, felt wrong and a wave of memories he'd tried to suppress for so long flooded into his mind again.

He tried to get up but a sharp sting of pain shot up his leg, forcing him back down.
"Sleeping beauty finally wakens." Hoseok slammed himself back onto the bed, the horror closing his lungs up. "Scared? Whatever for, honey?" 

"W-what do you want from me?" Yoongi scoffed, finally looking up. His disinterested eyes pierced Hoseok's frightened ones.
"You're bloody ungrateful, you know. After saving you from your own stupidity and poison coursing through your blood-stream."

"Wasn't it you who.."
"Not only ungrateful but also accusatory? Hm."

Hoseok began to recall the events that happened prior to his passing out. Yoongi watched him for a second and turned to the paperwork on his desk, crossing a leg over his thigh casually.
"You've been out for 2 days, princess. Your memory is hazy for now."

"P-princess?"

Yoongi smirked in amusement, cocking his head to the side at Hoseok's expression.
"What? Would you rather I called you sweetheart?"

Biting his lip, Hoseok looked down in embarrassment. He'd never been called a pet name before. He didn't like it.

"I guess I'll have to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"Well. I'm assuming you know what I do now. I'm not someone you would want to associate with, unless it's for business."

He waited, his heart dropping almost instantly as it finally clicked.

"Ah. You've realised now, have you? Well, it saves me the time to have to tell you. Anyway, I needed a new doctor. My one is dead."

"You need to let me go. Please."

"I can't have someone like you running around, telling people what I do. It's a pain in the arse, y'know, to have to shut people up. All that covering up, all the stories and bodies I have to cover up. Sometimes, I kill families that have connections and, God, that is a situation I would rather avoid. Therefore, unless you want to be... well, dead; you stay." Yoongi ended flatly.