Eleven | Yoonseok

Chapter Five

"Won't listen to the conscience in my head,
I'm conscious but I'm lonely, halfway dead,"

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"Hoseok, I found this really good studio where they want a dance teacher," Yoongi informed, shutting their laptop off. "Oh okay, I'll check it out," Hoseok smiled softly, pulling his sweatpants down. Yoongi blushed, looking away. "I got to go to a date with Jin now," Hoseok replied hurriedly, tripping in the doormat and falling down. "W-will you be back before ten? I wanted to hang out," he asked shyly, "with you," Yoongi mumbled, making sure Hoseok heard it. "I'll be back before nine, okay gotta go!" Hoseok bro hugged Yoongi before walking out.

"Please don't forget me, Seok," Yoongi whispered to himself, shakily.

Soon, boredom got to him and he scrolled through his Instagram, and then Twitter and then Amazon Prime Video. He watched a movie called, "The Portrait Of A Lady On Fire." He couldn't really understand a single shit since the audio was in French, but subtitles to the rescue! After watching it, he laid on his bed until an idea popped up in his mind.

He quickly brought his sketchbook out and his pencils. He smiled to himself as he imagined Hoseok smiling at him in his mind, trying to turn that to a drawing.

I mean, after watching a movie, who doesn't adapt the personality of a character?

After a hour and a half, he smiled to himself, content with the image. 'Great. It's eight thirty,' Yoongi thought, 'i need a few minutes to complete the hair and he'll be back too, I could show it to him!' he squealed internally. He completed it, grimacing at his hand that was shining because of graphite. He kept the sketch on the study table, rushing to the toilet to get his business done. He came back and checked the time.

9:07 PM.

"He'll be here any moment!" Yoongi grinned from ear to ear, walking to the living room to let his, well Hoseok's mom know that they were going to hang out. "Okay, don't stay up too late, you have school tomorrow. Goodnight, baby," Mrs. Jung hugged him, walking up to her room in her silky royal blue robe. "Nighty night, Mama!" he grinned widely. Yoongi patiently waited, a smile forming just as fast as it faded. He checked the time again.

9:34 PM.

He called Hoseok, sighing as it said, "Hey it's Hoseok! But you already know it, since you called me! Leave a message," frustration and worry got the best of him. "Hey it's me, where are you? It's almost ten,"

The clock ticked further, and so did the number of voicemails. The time turned to 10, then 10:30 and then 11. Yoongi almost cried in tension. "Hobi, it's me again! Where are you? I'm worried! It's ten minutes past eleven!" He felt his 48th voicemail.

12:00 AM.

1:00 AM.

Hoseok still hadn't returned.

Yoongi sighed, stuffing the bags of chips inside the caninets. He walked to his room dejectedly, changing into his pajamas and tucking himself inside the covers. His eyes teared up as he sighed in anger. Blinking those away, he got his phone out and texted Hoseok.

SeokSeok✨❤️
You still aren't home.
Everything alright?
I'm worried :'(
Delivered 1:25AM

He shut it off and tried to sleep.

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"Today was fun," Jin grinned widely, pecking Hoseok's lips. Hoseok hummed, waving at the older as he entered his house. "Bye Jinnie!" Hoseok giggled, hopping away towards his own house. "Oh Yoongi, you'll be so happy when I tell you abou— oh fuck," Hoseok widened his eyes, pulling his phone out.