You Are Loved ◦ JungHope

Part 7

"Jungkookie...?" Hoseok asked, quiet. As if he couldn't believe his own eyes.

"Hoseok..." Jungkook breathed out, forgetting honorifics in his relief. "Hoseok..."

Hoseok's eyes immediately filled with worry as he reached out to cup the youngers cheeks, wiping away any stray tears with his thumbs. "Kookie what's wrong? What happened are you hurt?"

Jungkook took a moment to drink in Hoseok's appearance, he was wearing make-up, and a lot of it at that. But there was a tiredness in his eyes that couldn't be covered, Jungkook noticed how the stars in his brown orbs shone just a little less bright than before.

The youngers voice cracked like his heart. "Hyung...we have to get you out of here...now."

"What...?" The statement seemed to come out of nowhere to Hoseok, trying to laugh it off. "What are you talking about Jungkookie? I live here."

"No." Jungkook shook his head, placing his hands over Hoseok's on his cheeks. "We have to get you away from Sangchul. I'm sorry...I didn't mean to overhear you and Namjoon hyung that night but he's trying to trap you hyung! You may not see it now but...but you trust me right...? Please...?"

Something changed in Hoseok's expression, something sad. "Kookie..." But then he tried playing it off. "What's gotten into you huh? I'm okay, don't worry about hyung. There's nothing wrong, I can handle it."

"It doesn't have to be for long," Jungkook pleaded. "Just come stay with me for a few days and get some space. Please hyung you're the worst liar in the world. I know when you're lying. Let me help you hyung..."

Hoseok's expression was faltering, as if the smile masking his heart was glitching, unsure. Jungkook continued. "Please hyung...let me help you-" In his desperation Jungkook's hands trailed down to Hoseok's wrists, initiating a loud hiss of pain from the elder.

Immediately, Jungkook released his hands, but before Hoseok could pull them back in, close to his chest, Jungkook reached out to hold his left hand. Pulling the long, oversized sweater sleeve back to reveal deep blues and purples that painted golden skin. Small dots that resemble stars dancing in the colors, like the galaxies in Hoseok's veins were spilling out and onto his skin.

"No..." Was all Jungkook could choke out as he stared.

Hoseok didn't even try to pull his hand away, tears swelling in his panicked eyes. "It's okay...don't worry Kookie. I just fell."

Jungkook tore his eyes away from Hoseok's arm to meet his eyes. As soon as they met, Jungkook could see the stars shining brighter through the tears, how sad they were. Hoseok looked down, tears now flooding his cheeks. Unable to meet the youngers gaze. "It was my fault. I deserved it Kookie, don't worry. Okay? Don't...don't worry-"

But Jungkook was catching him in a hug faster then he could finish. And Hoseok felt his shoulders slump, felt himself give into the warmth, the comfort that Jungkook's broad shoulders offered as he choked on sobs and clutched at the youngers shirt.

Jungkook held him tight. Cradling the elders head, with his other hand snaked strongly around his back. Jungkook knew he was more muscular compared to how lean Hoseok was, but in his arms, the elder felt so small. Jungkook bit his lip, his tears filling with rage now as they fell more with each one of Hoseok's painful cries.

As much as he wanted to just hold Hoseok through his breaking point, he knew they didn't have much time. "Hyung," Jungkook willed his voice to be steady. "Sangchul Isn't home, right? Let's get your stuff and get you out of here."

Hoseok sniffed, a pause, and then he was nodding into Jungkook's shoulder. Letting himself be lead into the apartment. "The left drawer by the bed is mine...I..." Hoseok's breath started to quicken as they hurried into the bedroom, he grabbed a bag and handed it off to the younger with trembling hands. "He's going to be back soon Kookie...he can't see you...he can't know that you were here..."