Pastel ≒ Y.G ~ H.S (✔️)

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(I just made up two names on the spot. So let's just go with it.)

(Earlier)

"Hello?"

...

"What!? Is he going to be alright?"

...

"Y-Yes! I'll be right there!" She said, quickly hanging up and grabbing her keys. "Damn, just right after I sent that message too." She muttered to herself, grabbing her purse and making her way towards the door before her husband stopped her.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"Hoseok's in the hospital. I need to go see him." Junhee chuckled to himself. "That bastards always getting himself into some trouble. There's no fucking rush to care for him now. You haven't for the last seven fucking years." MiSun glared at him. "I've been trying unlike you. All you do is lay around on your ass and drink all day. And then beat the shit out of us whenever you get the chance. So don't even try that."

"It's best if you just stay home. The hell's going to happen if you don't show up?" Junhee asked, MiSun looked at her phone. "I'll feel like worse of a mother than I already am if I don't at least see my son in the hospital. What if he dies there!"

"Then that's one less mouth to feed." Junhee concludes, shrugging as if he didn't care if his son died, which he probably didn't. "What the hell is wrong with you?! He's your son! I know I was a terrible mother, trust me, I know better than anyone. But at least I'm not some sorry abusive, scumbag like you are who doesn't even care if his own child dies, go to hell!" She yelled, Junhee grew angry and slapped her, his wife stepping back with tears coming to her eyes.

"It's been a long ass time since you've raised your voice at me and I still don't fucking like it. I couldn't give less of a shit if either of you died in some freak accident. Honestly, I'd be happier with you two out of my life. How about that?"

MiSun shook her head as she pushed past Junhee and to the front door. "I wish you would just fucking die!" She yelled, running out and slamming the door. Quickly running to her car and getting to the road so she can see her son as fast as possible.

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"That's Hoseok's mom."

"Jungkook. Are you sure?" Jin said, he's never seen Hoseok's parents, since Hoseok always offered to go to his friends house but never his. "I'm sure, I saw her today when I was looking for Hoseok."

"Shit, do you think she was who was in that crash, Yoongs?" Jimin mumbled, Yoongi only nodded, he's been really quiet this whole time. He felt like he just needed to yell to everyone what's happened to Hoseok, but he knew the younger would only feel worse after waking up with the pain from just being fucking stabbed. He can't put more on him.

Plus, he made a promise.

"Okay, this is fine, Hoseok and his mom are in the hospital being taken care of for serious injuries and Tae isn't answering his phone. This is fine, it's all fine. All good. Uhh..how do you say very good in Spanish?" Jin asked, Namjoon rolled his eyes, "I think it's Muy Bien?" Jimin answered.

"Muy Bien!" Jin yelled, Namjoon sighed as he pulled the older into a side hug, rubbing his arm as they sat back down. "Maybe it's best if we just leave, and come back tomorrow ." Yoongi said, Jungkook looked at him. "No, we can't just leave him, we have to stay."

"Think about it, Kookie, even if they're done doing whatever the fuck they're doing to him, he's definitely going to need some rest. Not six guys crowding him asking him if he's alright ten million times. And plus? I'm tired. I wanna go home, and sleep on this. You're not the only one scared for him, Jungkook. But for now, I think we need something to distract us from all of this." Yoongi explained, Jungkook sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Fine. Fine. Let's...let's go home."

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Yoongi sighed as he finally got home, he thanked Jin for dropping him off and he entered his home. Not exactly expecting his mother to be sitting angrily on the couch, obviously waiting for him to get home.

"Ma, I'm-"

"Why did I get a call from school that you were not there for your last two periods?" She asked, Yoongi opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off with with words that..weren't exactly understandable.

"I don't wanna hear, it. What makes you think that just because you went through the toughest breakup in you life that you can just go and be reckless." She said, she was going to continue but her husband butted in. "Well, it was the worst break up of his life-"

"Shut it, Joluen."

"Yes ma'am." He muttered and went back to his tea. Matilda turned back to her son. "And What is this? She asked, pulling out a box of cigerettes. "I taught you better than this Min Yoongi. Why do you have to wait until the end of the year to act a fool?"

"Mom, I-"

"This is so unacceptable. I'm literally heartbroken—"

"Mom, can you—"

"I mean, where did you even get these from? You so goddamn broke, there's no way you could've bought these—" she continued, never seeming to breathe until Yoongi interrupted her.

"MOM, LISTEN TO ME!" He finally yelled, she stopped talking and looked at him with wide eyes. "I took those from Hoseok when we first broke up, I wanted to mess with him but I guess I took two packs instead of one. I never smoked, I promise." He lied.

"And plus, the only reason why I got out of school late is because Hoseok's in the hospital, he got beat up and stabbed and I wanted to go see him." Yoongi sighed, tears coming to his eyes, Matilda's own eyes widened as she dropped the pack of cigarettes.

"He's what?"

"My friend Jin took me out of class so we could go to the hospital to see him, they were still doing whatever the fuck people there do and we decided to leave for now because we wanted to give him a bit of space for when he's resting. So that's why I missed my last two periods. I'm sorry." He explained, Matilda tried to get close to him, but he only went upstairs. "I'll be okay, I just need to lay down."

He huffed as he closed the door to his bed room, wiping away the tears that fell down his cheeks when he was making his way up. He jumped when he got a notification, he didn't really want to talk to anyone right now, but he pulled out his phone and looked at the message anyways.

His eyes widened.

Tae Tae 💙🐯
I fucked up. Really bad. I'm sorry I haven't been answering. But I might not be able to in awhile.

No one:
Like not a single soul:
Absolutely, no one, like there's no one existing at this point:

Me: welp, time to ruin everyone's life