Walking down the stairs, wearing an oversized cloth, that is most likely to cover the bruises, Hoseok walked into the kitchen.
After thinking about what to make for breakfast, he finally got something to prepare. Humming some songs he once heard, he chopped the vegetables and after a while the breakfast was ready to serve. One of his fingers got burnt, but that didn't matter. It might not have looked as good as it was shown in the recipe book, but it tasted great. Hoseok smiled.
The plate was heavy, but he carried it to the table efficiently. Turning his head, he found Jungkook sitting on the sofa, looking at him intently, with his tongue poking the inside of his cheeks. That made Hoseok gulp, and walk a step back, instead of calling him for breakfast.
"Kookie, I... I made you a breakfast" Hoseok came up with the plate, smiling faintly.
While, Jungkook just quirked his brows. A gasp left from Hoseok's mouth went he saw Jungkook's hands made contact with the bottom of the plate. The plate slipped out from the older's hands and he saw it all shatter before him.
"I don't care what you cooked!" Jungkook shouted. "You better clean this mess before I come, and don't cook for me!"
"B.. but"
"Don't you dare to talk back" He hissed.
"Idiot!" And Jungkook went out.
Hoseok, looking at the shattered pieces of glass, bent down of pick up each of them. His eyes were blurry, because of his tears. He thought Jungkook would like the food, and that would make the burn on his hand worth it. But, the younger hates him.
As much he wanted to hate Jungkook, he just can't. He loves the younger too much to hate him for all of the things he has done, and he does.
Sniffing and sobbing softly, he stood up, not caring about the blood dripping from his hands, because of the broken plate. He washed his hands, and felt his head getting dizzy.
Some sleep would be okay, he guesses and Hoseok laid his back on the bed, wrapped his body with a blanket to barely keep him warm and tried to sleep, wiping those useless tears.
"I... I miss my.. my" Hoseok sighed. Sometimes crying too much made it difficult for him to breathe. "My o.. old Kookie"
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beauty and the beast | hopekook
Fanfiction─ hopekook. bts When you love someone and have these expectations that they feel the same, but when they don't, your expectations break into pieces and you realise how much of a fool you were to think that way. But, then again, you don't stop lovin...
