Diary of The Infinite

86| Hoseok

My role as Void is often overwhelming. The feeling of being filled with emptiness would do that to you. Being hollowed and scraped out from the inside for the nothingness to fill. I don't have it in me to function at those times. Everything gets messy and cluttered and I can't fix it or clear it out. I laid beneath the blankets, watching my phone vibrate on the pillow beside my head.

Changkyun's caller ID bloomed across the screen, flashing brightly in the dim curtained light. He tapped the accept button reluctantly, he'd already called a record 36 times, the next sound he heard would probably be the boy knocking his front door down.

"Yes?"

"Ho- fucking- Seok. Where the hell have you been? I called like 50 times! What happened?"

"I'm sick today. I, I was asleep."

"Bullshit. Seok and I are bringing over soup."

"I appreciate the thought but please don't, my apartments a mess and I probably wouldn't eat anything anyway." He protested. "And its confusing when you bring Wonho over."

Kyun laughed dryly. "Don't worry about messy, you've seen our house."

Hobi groaned, "I'm fine. I don't need your soup."

"Porridge it is, be over later Hobi. Get some rest."

Hoseok urged himself to do anything but, he struggled to force himself up, tried desperately to make himself tidy his apartment. But he couldn't lift his head from the pillow. He was weighed down with the emptiness inside him.

When he heard the knocking, he assumed it was Changkyun and Wonho, calling out hoarsely for them to come in.

The door clicked open, the sound crisp in the relative quiet, but it was the voice that called out which caused me to stir.

"Void?" There were 2 sets of footsteps, and he was all too aware of the couple's presence as they picked their way through his clutter.

The still air caught in his throat and he choked on it. The silence. The stillness. The fear.

"Hoseok? Are you okay?" Beginning was panicking on behalf of him, End was here out of confusion. They were almost here.

He tried to sit up, struggled to roll onto his side, or his back, but was paralyzed with all of the weight. It was a helpless and pitiful state. He hated it. Frustrated tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, spilling over with the gentle touch of Beginning's fingers on his bare arm. It raised the hair on his arms and sent a chill down his back.

"I can't today," he whimpered, "I know you want to yell at me, but I can't today."

"Oh, Void," Jimin breathed. There was movement behind him, but he was too tired to discern it.

The blanket was brought up around his neck and a body slid in behind him, Jimin appeared in front of me, slipping beneath the covers himself. They tucked me between themselves, lifting me onto my side to relieve the stress I'd put on my neck. I was tucked against End's chest and Beginning wrapped his arms around me, burying his head against my shoulder.

I was trying to read them, to see why they were treating me so gently, but it was so warm and I was so tired. In their arms I fell into sleep.