"It's got ears," says the man that's choking him. Hoseok. "Look, look. It's got - like a cat." "Let me-" Yoongi wheezes, phlegm in the back of his throat, stars in his eyes, "Let me-" "So Jungyoo wasn't lying." Hoseok pushes harder. Yoongi realises faintly that he isn't even touching the ground; Hoseok is holding him against the wall, Yoongi's feet dangling uselessly a foot from the floor. "Why are you here?" "He's got the house markings," Seokjin stretches over Hoseok's shoulder and presses a thumb to the centre of Yoongi's forehead, smearing the makeup there. The warpaint. "Maybe-" "But why's he got ears?" Yoongi claws ever-more desperately. (Oh, if Jeongguk could see him now - he'd be a disgrace.) "Hoseok-ah, I think you're choking it."
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