Victim | YOONSEOK ✔

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Yoongi's eyes snapped open, and he was hit by a bright ray of sunlight right in his fucking eyes.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes.

Yoongi didn't want to wake up. He yawned and snuggled up against the soft thing next to him. He recalled how Hoseok had been cuddling him the entire night, and blushed. But he couldn't care less, it was the best sleep he'd ever had.

He opened his eyes, suddenly sitting up. Hoseok wasn't there? Yoongi looked around, frantically.

Where did he go?

Did he leave Yoongi?

Was he free?

Why was there a pillow next to him?

Was he actually dreaming about the entire thing? Hoseok didn't exist?

Yoongi's was hit by these questions, he immediately got out of the bed, and walked to Chan's living room.

Wait, if he was here that meant he wasn't dreaming. He had the answer to one of his questions now. But where was Hoseok?

Upon walking into the living room, a delicious, mouth-watering smell hit his nose. He looked at Chan and Hoseok sitting on the couch, laughing at something. Yoongi let out a sigh he didn't know he had been holding in. Hoseok hadn't left him.

"Oh hey, bubblegum." Hoseok greeted him, giggling about something, "Turns out that Channie here, isn't as bad as I thought." He pointed at Chan who grinned.

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, "You didn't wake me up?"

"Yeah, you looked really comfortable." Hoseok spoke, a blush forming on Yoongi's cheeks. Chan noticed.

"Um, I made you some breakfast, it's on the kitchen counter." Chan smiled at him, Yoongi just noticed how Chan, despite being so cheery, had sad eyes.

"Okay." He said, walking to the counter as Hoseok resumed laughing.

The hearty sound made his heart twist and turn. He didn't know why he felt something weird in his stomach, maybe it was because he was just hungry, but he didn't think so. Why was the first thing coming to his mind, Hoseok when he woke up? Why hadn't his thoughts went to Seokjin, or getting the hell out of this place?

And why had he enjoyed cuddling his kidnapper?

He took a bite of the scrambled egg that Chan had made for him, it was good enough. He swallowed the thing down, making his way back to where Chan and Hoseok were discussing something.

"-so you're telling me, you have an entire collection of the guns you had as an agent- oh, hi Yoongi." Hoseok waved at him, Yoongi nodding as an acknowledgement and sitting on the couch opposite to Chan.

Hoseok noticed how Yoongi's gaze seemed to transfixed on one random spot on the floor, his eyebrows furrowed, a small pout on his chapped lips.

"You okay?" Hoseok asked, Yoongi's head snapping upwards, the elder falling out his daze.

"Oh, yeah. M' perfectly fine." Yoongi spoke, however he wasn't sure if it was a lie or not.

"Doesn't seem like that, hyung." Chan cocked his head to one side.

"How do you now if I'm older than you or not?" Yoongi asked.

"Spy magic, mate." Chan responded, a crinkle in his wistful eyes.

"Of course." Yoongi rolled his eyes. However, he still couldn't shake out the feeling that there was something Chan wasn't telling him and Hoseok.

Hoseok cleared his throat rather loudly, "Anyways, Chan, you gonna help us get out of this shit hole or not?"