SOPE | Touch

17🔥 Risks and Incredulous

"Please forgive me, Yoongi."

Hoseok carefully placed his hands on the back of Yoongi's thighs, making sure he was touching Yoongi's clothing and not his bare skin. He did the same as he wrapped his arm around Yoongi's back. Having Yoongi this close made the tug the two usually felt disappear completely, which confused Hoseok slightly but he didn't dwell on the fact much longer.

He began running towards where he knew Cashel would be, his heart pounding in his chest as Yoongi moaned in pain from jostling around so much.

"Seok, it hurts," he muttered, wrapping his arm around Hoseok's neck, Yoongi's hand making contact with Hoseok's bare skin.

It took everything in Hoseok to not drop Yoongi at the contact.

Hoseok expected to feel some sort of sting, feel his body begin freezing in an aching way, just like they've always described. Though he felt nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Eventually he reached Cashel's corridor, the man having a whole section of the school to himself, for good reason.

The older man looked at the two, his eyes widening, "Put him on that bed, now!"

Yoongi was drifting in and out of consciousness, murmuring words with his eyes opening and closing on him.

Hoseok's hand racked through his hair, his clothes covered in blood, Yoongi's blood, "I-i'm sorry! I was de-desperate and didn't know what else-"

"Hoseok go," Cashel ordered, ripping Yoongi's shirt open, he glared at Hoseok, "Leave!"

With one last sorrowful expression towards Yoongi, Hoseok left and joined the fight once more.

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The fight ended at around 4 o' clock in the morning, everyone thoroughly exhausted and much more people were injured compared to last time, but less were dead.

Well, that's if their injuries didn't kill them later on.

Now, it's been around 10 hours and the academy is silent, everyone resting, eating, or just keeping to themselves.

Chancellor Yang and Malchin were in one of the infirmary rooms, talking to Hayoon about what happened to her during the attack.

"So one of those creatures dragged you to the woods?" Chancellor Yang inquired, looking at the younger girl with a raised eyebrow.

Hayoon met her stare, "More like chased, but sure."

"And they stabbed you-"

"Not stabbed," Hayoon interrupted, "it swiped my side with the sword, causing my cut, I broke it after it did."

"How?" Malchin asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

There was something about Hayoon that irked him, he just couldn't put his finger on what it was. He didn't know if it was the way she spoke with little respect in her tone or the fact she glared at Yang and him as much as they did at her.

Hayoon looked over at him, she created a ball of ice the size of a bolling ball, "Took that and crushed it with it." she replied, the ball dissipated when she spread her fingers.

"And you saved her?" Yang questioned as her gaze moved to Songhee, who was seated quietly on the stool next to Hayoon's bed.

She hadn't left the females side.

Songhee nodded, "Ran into the woods when I didn't see her on the field, she saved me before I really saved her by freezing a fire soldier that was going to kill me. Then I dragged her to Cashel's, the rest is history," Songhee explained, avoiding both Malchin and Yang's stares.

Chancellor Yang nodded, turning to leave the room, "Well, thank you for talking to us, Hayoon, I wish you a speedy recovery-"

"Excuse me, Malchin?" Hayoon suddenly interrupted, the fire elemental looking at Hayoon with a raised eyebrow, "Mind explaining why you were staring at me incredulously?"

Songhee laid her head on the bed, keeping herself from screaming. Why in holy hell would Hayoon ask him that? Right to his face?

Malchin cleared his throat, "It wasn't my intention, now, i'll be on my way."

With those words said both the Chancellor and Malchin exited the room, leaving Hayoon alone with Songhee.

"What is your problem?" Songhee questioned, Hayoon shrugging.

"I don't like when people look at me the way he was." she said simply, laying back as she sighed, "you should really go back to the room, you haven't slept properly in 10 hours."

Songhee shrugged, "I don't want to leave you alone."

Hayoon chuckled, "I'll be fine, Hee, go."

"But-"

"It wasn't a suggestion," Hayoon interrupted, her aura morphing to a slightly darker one before she added, "please go."

Slowly, Songhee nodded, muttering a goodbye to Hayoon before walking out of the room.

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SeokJin sighed as he rubbed Hoseok's back, "Hoseok, he's going to be okay."

Hoseok wouldn't stop crying over what happened to Yoongi, his heart aching in his chest and head hurt from how much hate he's been shouting at himself.

He's worried he hurt Yoongi more by touching him, that he maybe the reason Yoongi dies and not because of his stab wound.

Hoseok didn't tell anybody, terrified about what they'd say to him if he did, how they'd yell at him and judge him for doing what he did. Because what the hell, why would a fire elemental help out a frost one that way?

Why would Hoseok risk Yoongi's life like that?

Simple, because he was desperate and didn't want the elder to die.

Though his friends only thought it was because he and Yoongi were close, that his relentless crying was only because he was worried about his friend.

Hoseok doesn't think he'd ever tell them the truth.

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