dear future husband. [a yoonseok ff]

seventeen.

hoseok gasped and quickly texted back excited, feeling himself smile widely, ironic as it sounds, with a purple mark around his neck. he happily squeaked and requested to video call yoongi.

the older contemplated declining but decided to answer in the end, looking at the screen.

h: "y-yoongi?"
y: "...hoseok-ah..."

yoongi gasped as he saw the purple mark on his fiancé's neck, then at the loosened rope hanging from the ceiling.

y: "baby hang in there, i'm coming soon okay?"

hoseok smiled widely and nodded, giggling a lot.

h: "my wish coupon worked! it worked! my yoongi is coming back! this is a miracle!"

the pair continued talking until yoongi had to switch his camera off, saying that he'll be back. he scrambled to the officer and tapped his shoulder, showing him his phone.

look at the purple mark on his neck, yoongi mouthed, and officer park sighed, nodding. the recruit went back and sat where he was before turning the camera back on, smiling widely.

y: "i missed you, hoseok baby."
h: "yoongi...... i did more..."
y: "baby... your neck... what happened?"
h: "i-i... i thought you wouldn't come... so i... tried to... h-hang myself..."
y: "let's have a serious talk when i get back, could you prepare me your amazing food baby?"
h: "yeah! i can't wait for you to be back!"
y: "alright then i'll get going, see you at home baby, bye~"
h: "bye yoonie! i love you muah!"
y: "i love you more cutie~"

after the pair hung up, officer park looked at yoongi. "pack up, you're going home. the board directors said that a life is at risk, so you can go. they request for him to be sent for therapy in two days, and you're deemed unfit to leave his side. you're trained enough, so it's okay. my number, in case."

let's just say that yoongi has never been happier.