Angels Will Protect Us | SOPE

8: Fate

The thud sound from downstairs had Hoseok go cold.

He doesn't know whether to rush down to check what happened to Yoongi or stay here with you. Worriedly he looks towards the door hoping his partner was safe as he knew that Yoongi was easily affected by your sadness. And mourning, a guilt and regret so profound, must be incredibly intense for him.  

However, in the moment,  he doesn't really have to decide as moments later he sees a figure come hobbling through the doorway, clutching his chest like a sword had gone through his heart. Yoongi winces, crashing down at entrance to your room as he glares at Hoseok mouthing something to him that Hoseok was hardly paying attention to. Because the sight of Yoongi horrified him. The man never looked like he'd been in more pain than he looked now as his body convulsed against his will and sweat broke out on his forehead. 

"Seok...Hoseok..." Yoongi pants, trying not to make a noise so you wouldn't see his hurt and turn to look at him. Fortunately for the men you were sitting with your back faced towards the doorway making Yoongi the only object of sight for Hoseok. Too caught up in your own loud tears and sobbing you hardly even hear Yoongi as he tries to reach out to his partner without gaining attention. 

And Hoseok, now caught between two hurt people in his midst, one emotionally broken and the other dying physically, looks from you to Yoongi and back, torn. When he realises that Yoongi is actually trying to convey something to him he moves forward towards the man getting an immediate glare and a hand that told to stay away. 

He stops still in his movement confused, not knowing why Yoongi was pushing him away. His confusion only lasts seconds however, until he realises what was happening. 

Yoongi was hurting on your behalf. The pain in his body, in his shoulders, the poison that was seeping within him burning his existence was all because of you. All that hurt and horrible guilt, regret and despair that you were experiencing was being illustrated perfectly in the very existence of your evil angel, Min Yoongi. In another way, you were his voodoo doll and right now he was in torture.

Seeing Hoseok's eyes widen with realisation, Yoongi has a little hop. Flapping his arms wildly to get the man's attention again, he scrunches up his face, gritting his teeth against the pain. "Sa--save me," Yoongi mouths at Hoseok, jerking his head towards you. He doesn't have to say it twice as Hoseok catches on at once. 

Save him. He was, in fact, the only person who could save Yoongi right now and not just Yoongi but you as well. If he could erase your pain, make you happy somehow or a little cheerful, Yoongi could be saved from whatever unbearable torture he was going through. If he could reduce your pain from 100 to 99 or 98...it could make his existence worthy. 

As if broken from a spell, Hoseok turns suddenly to you, grabbing your shoulders wildly. "Y/N..." he says, shaking you to look at him. "Don't cry..it'll be alright, it's gonna be okay. Everything is going to be fine. It's not your fault, none of this is your fault. Time heals everything, even the worst pain resides. Right?"

He looks at you desperately but you're hardly listening to him, your tears making him blurry in front of you and the deafening sound of your breaths and heart consuming you. By the way he's looking at you, however, there's something beyond comfort and help. In his expression, there's a sense of urgency. 

Yoongi bangs his head against the door, a palm slammed on the floor as he breathes sharp, shaky breaths. In fact, he can hardly breathe. It feels like his blood is racing through his veins and his body is burning up degree by degree each second until there will come a point where he will burn alive from within. Being warm was the worst for Yoongi because flames only reminded him of his origin...hell. And that was the last place he wanted to go.