Body Count -Yoonseok {COMPLETE}

Chapter 3

It was a horrible and terrifying night for Hoseok, to say the least. Siwoo took him to his home, an old, small cabin not far from the city, and did things with/ to Hoseok without consent. Hoseok woke up the next morning in extreme pain, but he didn't see Siwoo in the cabin, so he made a run for it.

His phone was on less than 10%, so he quickly texted Seokjin that he wasn't coming into work before slipping his phone into the pocket of his now ripped jeans. And they weren't the latest fashion trend.

He cried as he hobbled through the woods and back into the city towards his apartment. The brunette took out his keys with shaky hands once he made it to his apartment and quickly unlocked the door, bolting inside.

He locked the door before throwing his keys to the side and sliding down the door. The male sobbed into his knees as he recalled the events from the night before. He shook his head violently, trying to get the thoughts to leave.

He didn't want to remember the horrible feelings or the disgusting words Siwoo spat at him. He wanted to erase his memories so he didn't have to think about Siwoo at all. He felt trapped and he absolutely hated it.

"Fuck it..." He stumbled to his feet and went to his room. He opened his closet and grabbed a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt. The brunette changed into his clean outfit, slipping on a pair of shoes and walking out the door.

Hoseok walked out to his car and got in, contemplating on whether or not he should go. In the end, he left. His thoughts consumed him as he drove at a high speed through the city. He slowed down once he saw a familiar building. He hasn't been here in months. The bar.

The brunette slowly got out of his car and walked to the entrance, showing his ID before going through the doors and heading straight to the bar. He used to come here often when he was with Siwoo, the older male finding out not long after the abuse started. It only made the verbal abuse worse as it gradually turned to physical abuse. Drinking was the only way Hoseok forgot about the pain, though it was temporary.

Hoseok made sure his friends never found out about his drinking problem. He knew if they did then they'd force him to break up with Siwoo, and that the time he didn't want that.

His secret was safe until he drunk called Jimin one night. Jimin took him home and the next morning Hoseok woke up in tears, apologizing profusely for keeping it a secret.

"Hey, Hoseok! Haven't seen you in a while. How've you been?" The bartender, Jackson, asked as Hoseok sat down on a stool.

"I was ok until yesterday," Hoseok mumbled, letting out a shaky breath.

"I'm guessing you don't want to talk?" Hoseok shook his head.

"The regular?" Hoseok nodded and Jackson went to make Hoseok his drink.

"Don't drink too much, Hoseokie. Last time didn't end so for you," Jackson slid the glass to the frowning brunette, who quickly took it and started chugging.

3 drinks later Hoseok was giggling at God knows what, he was a lightweight for sure. He was so out of it he didn't even realize someone had sat down next to him.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" The shorter dark-haired male snapped, making Hoseok look over at him with a pout.

"Sorry.... bad dAy..." Hoseok hiccuped after he spoke, giggling again. The other then rolled his eyes and spoke to the bartender about a round of drinks.

"I guess I should call Seokjin," Jackson sighed and took the giggly male's phone from his pocket.

"Did you say Seokjin?" The mysterious dark-haired male raised an eyebrow as he eyed Jackson.

"Yes, why? You know him?"

"He works for me. I didn't know a giggle machine was his friend," The male turned his glare to the boy beside him, who now had his head down and was crying his heart out.

"Make that a cry baby," The man rolled his eyes.

"If you know Seokjin then why don't you call him and tell him to pick Hoseok up," Jackson carefully slid the phone back into the drunk boy's pocket.

"Whatever," The dark-haired male shot a quick text to Seokjin before turning to look back at Hoseok.

"Hoseok," He mumbled the name to himself, but it was loud enough for the drunk male to hear seeing as he popped his head up and looked at Yoongi.

He wore a pout on his heart-shaped lips and his hair was a mess. He had light hickies covering his neck and chest but they were mostly covered up. His eyes were red and swollen from sobbing.

The man felt something, something he's never felt in his 25 years of existence. He felt pity. When he looked at Hoseok, he could tell he was in pain, but when has he ever cared about someone else's pain? Never.

"Boss!" Seokjin rushed over to the duo, frowning when he saw Hoseok.

"You don't have to call me that when we aren't at work, Seokjin."

"Sorry, Yoongi."

Hoseok pouted more at the lack of attention he was receiving, so he whined loudly and reached for Seokjin.

"What happened, Hobi?" Seokjin hugged him tightly and rubbed his back as Hoseok began to cry more.

"H-He got m-me a-and hurt me a-again and then-" Seokjin hushed him before he could continue. He knew what Hoseok meant.

Yoongi sat there just staring at the two. He had no clue what was going on or what happened.

"Yoongi, can you take him to your place?" Yoongi was brought out of his thoughts by the question.

"What? Why? I don't know him," The short male grumbled.

"I don't have any room in our house and... he can't go back to his apartment. Believe me, I'd love to take him in with us but there isn't any room. Please?" Seokjin felt bad for asking such a favor, but he couldn't let Hoseok go back to his apartment.

"And why can't he go back to his home?" Seokjin sighed.

"Never mind. I'll find somewhere he can sleep at my place tonight," Seokjin lifted Hoseok bridal style as the male had fallen asleep leaning against him. He was walking out the door when a hand gripped his shoulder.

"Just put him in my car. I'll deal with him for tonight," Yoongi grumbled and walked to his car. Seokjin smiled a little and followed him to his expensive-looking car.

"You have some explaining to do tomorrow or you're gonna be working every night this week," Yoongi said as he watched Seokjin put Hoseok in his car and buckle him. The older male chuckled and shook his head.

"I'll explain everything as long as it's ok with Hoseok. I'll be going now, see ya boss," With that Seokjin waved and made his way to his car.

Yoongi sighed before walking around his car and getting in. He didn't want a stranger in his home, especially a drunk one, but he did have to admit he was cute. He scowled at his thoughts and pushed them away as he drove home.

When he parked in his driveway, Yoongi took the chance to get a better look at the younger now that he wasn't crying or giggling uncontrollably. He was quite handsome.

He had slightly curly light brown hair, adorable heart-shaped pouty lips, and his little nose scrunches he did while he slept left Yoongi feeling some kind of way.

A whine brought Yoongi out of his thoughts, the male soon realizing it was from Hoseok. He mumbled a few words to himself before getting out of his car and taking Hoseok inside. He was extremely light (either that or Yoongi was extremely strong) and it made a bit of concern rise in Yoongi.

Concern?

Yoongi shook off all feelings and laid the passed out boy on the bed. He changed his jeans into a pair of sweatpants before exiting one of the many guest rooms in his home. That night Yoongi lay awake staring at the ceiling, weird feelings swirling within him.