Hope | Yoonseok

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"Regrets and mistakes help us identify areas of growth. They are not meant to be dwelled on. Do not let them undermine your potential."

Naide P Obiang

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"Why did he storm out?" Seokjin asked Hoseok who awkwardly stood in the middle of the room.

"Especially after you two fucking." Seokjin slowly turned to look at  Jungkook. "NOT NOW." Jungkook threw his hands up, stepping a bit away from him. His attention went back to Hoseok. "Well?"

"I... Got upset."

"Why?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Hoseok shook his head, trying to get out of his daze. "...I need to go to sleep." He walked away from the two boys and disappeared into his bedroom.

Seokjin and Jungkook exchanged a glance. "Bad timing to say we're back together?" Jungkook questioned, Seokjin softly nodded his head. "Yeah." He muttered, patting Jungkook's shoulder.

The door opened again, knocking Jungkook to the ground. "Oh I'm sorry Hos- You're not Hoseok." Seokjin's father had opened the door, thinking he hit Hoseok because he saw Seokjin still standing. "Now what are you doing here? Do I need to grab my bat?" Jungkook's eyes widened, his head violently shaking no. He crawled backwards, his eyes not leaving Seokjin's pissed off father's face. Never turn your back on the threat, he still remembers his PE teacher yelling while playing dodgeball.

"Dad." Seokjin stepped in between his father and Jungkook. "Don't hurt my boyfriend." He grunted, pinching his nose bridge. "How low can your standards go, you keep going back to him."

"Who keeps going back to who?" A female voice was heard behind them, Seokjin's mom had returned home as well. "Uh- oh..." Her eyes met Jungkook's. "Oh... He's back." She looked around the house, missing someone. "Where's Hoseok?"

"He went to sleep... By the way he and Yoongi are on the rocks so..."

"He needs some motherly advice." Before Seokjin could stop his mother she had already slipped past them and made her way upstairs.

Jungkook cleared his throat. "Uhm... I hope we can start again sir." Jungkook politely stuck his hand out to Seokjin's father, who grabbed and nearly crushed it. Jungkook looked in horror at his now bruising hand. Seokjin didn't utter a word about his father's actions, he just pulled Jungkook to his room and locked the door behind them. "They really hate me huh?" Jungkook awkwardly chuckled, rubbing his sore hand. "I'm so sorry Jungkook." Seokjin softly grabbed his hand, peppering it with kisses.

"Oh- ouch- ugh I think my lip is suddenly is starting to hurt." Seokjin rolled his eyes, giving Jungkook a small peck. "Nope, it still hurts too much Jinnie, I think I need a looonnnggg kiss."

"No." Jungkook shoved Seokjin onto the bed, making the poor boy yelp from suprise. "That isn't a way to treat your boyfriend." Jungkook hovered himself over Seokjin, appreciating his beauty before connecting his lips with Seokjin's neck. "Literally everyone is home right now Jungkook." Seokjin hissed.

"You'll just have to be very quiet then baby." Jungkook smirked against Seokjin's neck, holding onto his hip.

"We've been back for like 2 hours."

"I had to miss your touch for months and now you're out here wearing this... can you really blame me?"

"It's a black t-shirt."

"And you look amazing in it." Seokjin softly pushes Jungkook off, making him sigh. "No make up sex?" Jungkook pouted. "No."

"If I piss you off, can we have angry sex?"

"You can have my dad's bat shoved up your ass."

"No thank you." Jungkook just cuddled up against Seokjin instead.

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Yoongi sat wrapped in his own blankets when he heard a knock on the door and saw Taehyung entering. "Your mom said you were upset. What happened?" He closed the door behind him and sat down next to Yoongi. He stared just blankly at Taehyung, not giving a reaction. "....I promise not to beat him up if I see him tomorrow."

"I saw something and when I asked about it he snapped at me." Yoongi looked over at Taehyung with a pout. Taehyung cleared his throat and rolled up his sleeves. "I'm going to beat him up today." Taehyung wanted to get back up but Yoongi pulled him back down. "Don't... I might've over reacted..." Taehyung smushed Yoongi's face in between his hands.

"He knows about your past, he knows damn well not to raise his voice at you." Taehyung kept ranting on and on about how he was trash for doing that and comforting him. Yoongi grabbed Taehyung's hands and lifted them away from his face. "Taehyung..." Yoongi made sure to maintain eye contact with him.

"Hoseok cuts himself."