Victim | YOONSEOK ✔

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Yoongi cried.

All the fucking way home.

He ignored how Seokjin kept giving him concerned glances, struggling to keep his eyes on the road. He ignored how Seokjin's warm hand engulfed his cold, lifeless ones, his thumb rubbing his knuckles as an attempt to comfort his broken brother.

All he could think of was Hoseok.

He missed him...

terribly.

Would he ever even get to meet him again?

Would the ray of sunshine seep into the dark corners of his now seemingly meaningless world ever again, now that Hoseok was gone?

Yoongi told himself that Hoseok had promised him.

He had sworn he would find him again.

But that stop him from missing everything about the younger.

Everything about him.

Yoongi tried to let out sobs, but it was as if his vocal chords had closed in on themselves, not allowing any sound to escape from his throat. Tears fell out of his eyes like a waterfall, dripping all over his lap and dampening his clothes as Seokjin bit his lip, unsure of how to make him feel better.

"We-" Seokjin cleared his throat, "We're here," he looked at the familiar towering mansion in front of him, leading the car to the underground parking area where all the family's other vehicles were also located. "Mom and dad were worried shitless about you, Yoongi. I let them know that you were coming home back at the hospital, you don't how relieved dad was."

"Yeah fucking r-right." Yoongi's voice broke, "He wouldn't give a shit about me if I was fucking dead or not."

Seokjin sighed, "Look, I may not be his biological son... but trust me when I say, he was extremely worried."

Yoongi ignored him, lip trembling at the sudden memory of Hoseok telling Yoongi to 'trust him'. He watched as Seokjin parked the Maserati, getting out and waiting for Yoongi to do the same.

Yoongi shut the car door, and looked at Seokjin. The elder sighed, walking up to him and engulfing him in a warm hug. But to Yoongi, it just wasn't the same as when Hoseok held him.

"I just really missed you, Yoonie." He whispered, sniffling.

"Me too, hyung." Yoongi spoke, tears falling out of his eyes as he recalled how Hoseok had once called him 'Yoonie'.

"You don't need to cry now. You're okay, everything's okay." Seokjin petted his brother's hair.

"N-no it's n-not." Yoongi softly wailed.

"What do you mean?" Seokjin was confused, "You're back home with me now."

Sure it was Yoongi's physical home, but he didn't find the warmth, the comfort, the attentive love and care that were required in a home. Hoseok gave him more of that than his home could ever give him.

So did that mean...

Hoseok was home?

Home is where the heart is.

And Yoongi's belonged to Hoseok.

He couldn't keep all of this locked up inside of him, he had to tell someone.

"I- I need to tell you something." Yoongi's voice was hoarse.

"Shh, not now. Right now, you need some rest and food. I'll cook for you, the chef's cooking could never match mine." Seokjin grinned at him, a small smile appearing on Yoongi's face. "Oh no, you look terrible. You'll even get a special makeover, to remove those dark circles and all that dry skin and ugh- your lips are so disgustingly chapped- you'll get a special makeover by yours truly."