Oxymoronic Eyes // Sope

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Hoseok's heartbeat wouldn't slow down no matter how much he tried to calm himself when he entered the hospital doors, blue-encased orbs immediately searching for a mop of pink hair.

"Y-you're here." He heard a voice ring softly from behind him before turning around to see a teary-eyed Jimin fiddling with his sweater paws.

"Hey. Hey. You're alright. You're alright, Jimin." Hoseok didn't miss a second to start comforting the boy despite his lack of knowledge about the situation. With hands in front of him, he slowly approached the boy as if he were a fragile ornament.

Jimin shook his head, surprising the brown-eyed boy when he pulled him into a tight embrace, burying his face on the taller's chest.

The brunet had no idea how to react. How was he suppose to know how to comfort someone when no one had ever done it to him?

But he knew the basics enough to wrap his arms around the smaller who's sniffles were muffled by his chest.

"Is Yoongi alright? What happened?" Hoseok questioned worriedly after the sobs toned down.

"I-It's Doori. She's... she's gone."

The brunet tensed.

No.

He couldn't have heard that right.

The hospital was filled with doctors rushing around with strollers, nurses walking in their heels, papers flipping from the front desk, and whiny children in the waiting rooms.

The noisy building made it believable that he could've heard wrong... but the gut wrenching feeling in his stomach refused to pull him out of reality.

"W-what?" Was the only word that he managed to breath out.

That wasn't possible. He just saw her yesterday when she came to pick up her son and his friends from the hotel. She looked healthy and... alive. Jimin's words couldn't have been true.

"Hoseokie?" Jimin looked up to see the boy swallow a lump from his throat. "She's really gone..."

He knew the latter wasn't lying. The pink haired boy wouldn't even have the guts to think of telling such a cruel joke.

"Where's Yoongi? W-why does he need me?" Hoseok questioned, unsure of why he had to be here. "I-I don't think he'd want me to be here."

"Trust me when I say that he needs you." The smaller softly whispered, blue eyes dulling with every tear spilled. "I'll take you to him."

He pulled the brunet by the hand, guiding him through a less busier path until they stopped at a corner.

"He's around the corner." Jimin quietly told him before pulling the boy in another hug, sending butterflies to the brown-eyed boy's stomach at a not so appropriate time. "I gotta go now, d-don't wanna worry my parents."

With that he left, leaving Hoseok to panic. What was he supposed to do for Yoongi? How was he supposed to comfort him at a time like this?

Pushing those worries aside, he peeped into the hallway to see a mop of mint hair sitting stiffly on a bench in front of a door. A little head with shoulder-length hair leaned on his side, peacefully sleeping.

He slowly walked toward them, his footsteps faintly pattering on the tiled floor. Yoongi momentarily looked up, scoffing when he saw who it was before his gaze went back to the door ahead.

"I really can't go a few hours without you on my back, huh?" The older bitterly spat. "Why the fuck are you here, Jung?"

"Jimin called me to come here." He told the boy in a small voice, looking at little Yoonji who looked exhausted with her puffy eyes shut and doll-like lips pouting. Her cheeks were permanently tinted with a faint blush while her eyebrows scrunched every time her brother shifted.