Victim | YOONSEOK ✔

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Yoongi had chewed on his lip throughout the entire drive from Busan to Seoul.

It felt as if his nerves were having an aneurysm, his stomach was doing backflips, and along with that, his heart was throbbing painfully.

He couldn't bring himself to believe that he had left his family, for good. He was off to start his new life, his hopefully better, happier life.

Yoongi already missed them terribly, he missed Seokjin, he missed his father and he even missed Yeojin. But he couldn't stay there any longer, it just wasn't right.

He belonged with Hoseok.

Or at least that's what he thought.

Yoongi's lip was bruised from all the nervous biting he had done. The drive had been silent, Yoongi had thought, thought and thought even more, the driver hadn't said anything.

There was still a small thing nagging the corner of Yoongi's mind though. He had left his entire life behind, everything he had for Hoseok, someone who his heart had trouble beating without.

He had left everything to follow what he wanted the most.

But did Hoseok really want him back?

He promised he would come back, he had sworn. But now it had been over two months, with no Hoseok to come for Yoongi.

Maybe, Yoongi had been impatient. Maybe Hoseok was waiting for the right moment to come. Maybe Yoongi could've waited a little longer for Hoseok, what if that was the case.

But was it really?

Yoongi bit his already damaged lip as he watched the driver pull up in front of the familiar old warehouse, the car's tires squealing as he stopped beside the old sidewalk.

He turned back to look at Yoongi, "Uh, you sure this is the place? Doesn't look like somewhere you would..."

"No, it's fine." Yoongi strained a smile, "Thank you." He got out and sighed, waiting for the driver to leave.

Yoongi hadn't brought anything with him, what if they didn't know where Hoseok was? What if he didn't want Yoongi?

What would he do then?

Would he just leave heartbroken, and go back to his family in disappointment? They would ask him what happened, and he would tell them it really wasn't the right decision after all.

Yoongi felt his eyes tear up from the mere thought. He had to hope.

Hope.

Something that the younger male had managed to give him.

If the word hope had a physical embodiment, it would've definitely been Hoseok, Yoongi thought. The boy made him feel like anything was possible as long as he was with him. Whenever he walked into a room, Yoongi immediately felt as if all the weight in his heart just disappeared, he literally brightened the room.

Yoongi tried to keep himself optimistic, the small negative thought however, poking his mind repeatedly, as his feet led him towards the guard on the front door.

Yoongi wasn't even sure he had planned this out correctly.

"Hey, what are you doin- wait. Aren't you Min Yoongi? What are you doing here, I thought Namjoon's plans had changed?" The guard furrowed his brows, adjusting the grip on his rifle.

"Look, my arrival is probably unannounced but please.. I really need to get in there. I need to talk to Namjoon about something very important." Yoongi pleaded, hoping his puppy eyes would work on the guard.

"I can't just let you in." The guard huffed, chuckling. His eyes landed on Yoongi's pleading face, the blonde pouting, his eyes open wide.

"Ugh." The guard groaned, "What makes you think that'll work on me-"

Yoongi sighed, "Fine, I'll just find another way in-"

"And if you think that, you're absolutely right. Just make it fucking quick." The guard gave up, letting Yoongi in.

"Oh." Yoongi didn't think that would actually work, but apparently he was wrong.

Yoongi walked in, everyone's eyes turning to him in shock. A stranger, someone who wasn't a part of them had just walked in like nothing.

A red haired male rushed up to Yoongi with a pistol. "Hey! Who are you and who the fuck let you i- wait a minute." He lowered his weapon, a brunette boy behind him lowering his own firearm.

"Yoongi hyung? Min Yoongi?" He asked, his head cocked in confusion. "Like, the guy who was supposed to be shipped off but instead-"

"Yeah yeah, and you're Toe- no Taehyo- Taehyung, right?" Yoongi spoke, "A-and you're Jong- no Jungkook." He pointed at the bunny boy.

"Yep." The two responded.

"Why are you here-"

"What's going on?" A few people murmured, cutting the boys off.

Taehyung stopped, turned around and raised his voice. "Everything's fine! Go back to your fucking work!" He yelled.

The people hesitantly stopped, a few even letting out disappointed 'aw's. Seems like nothing really interesting had happened for the couple few days and they had lost the chance to watch some real fucking drama, Yoongi thought. They went back to their own activities.

Taehyung turned back to Yoongi, his expression softening. "You're here for Hoseok hyung, right?"

"Where is he?" He urged.

"Look, before you tell you where he is-"

"Ayo! Who's you guys talking t- wait, Yoongi hyung?!" A short boy exclaimed.

It was Jimin, what was he doing here?

"Jiminie?" Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Woah! You're back for Hoseok hyung! That's so fucking sweet, straigh- gay out of a romantic movie!" Jimin clutched his chest dramatically, Taehyung and Jungkook rolling their eyes. "You two are so fucking cute, I knew there was something going on the second you both came into my apartment."

"Yeah I'm happy to see you too- now, please. I really want to know where Hoseok is?" Yoongi spoke, turning pink.

Jungkook sighed, "We actually don't know... Namjoonie hyung is the guy for this, he's Hoseok's best friend, he should know about him."

"Okay... so where is he?" Yoongi asked, his heart beating faster by the second. He was so close to meeting Hoseok.

"Come on, we'll take you to him. It's time we do something about Hoseok hyung. You don't know how fucking sad and miserably pathetic he's been without you." Jimin spoke with a ironically angelic smile.

Yoongi sighed, worry evident in his aura.

"Hyung, don't worry. You'll see him soon." Jungkook assured, patting his back.

"I hope so. But what if he doesn't want me?"

"Cheer up, hyung. If he doesn't- which is in no way possible because he's a fucking lonely, emo piece of shit without you- I'll make sure that they'll find a bullet in his head while they're doing the autopsy." Taehyung smiled, Yoongi's face contorting into a one of horror.

"Kidding."

The four stopped in front of the door to Namjoon's office.

"Well, what are we waiting for, my hoes?" Jimin asked.

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a/n:

I love you all so much like it's fucking stupid-