“Jung Hoseok” Jungkook repeated, pressing the button to roll down the windows so the car doesn’t fill up with the smoke.
“Jung?” Yoongi takes a long drag and lets the smoke rest on his
“Man ‘s being working for you for three years now” The younger explained, picking a cigarette from Yoongi’s box
“How’s that I’m always the least informed person when It’s my business, fuck it’s my my empire what we’re talking about” He sounded a little irritated
“As far as I know I’m the one in charge of hiring your dealers”
“A damn dealer” Yoongi chuckled, “You want me to bring a fucking coke dealer from the Jung’s Family to my own house?”
Jungkook sighed, pinching
“You said that last time and you know how it ended” Yoongi didn’t spare a glance towards the younger, his eyes still fixed
Jungkook gulped, that was a mistake. This was supposed to be a simple task, if
“He could have had a fucking empire on his back” Yoongi said, “Money means shit to someone like him. and you know damn well money doesn’t buy loyalty,
“Older brother took over after their father’s death. He didn’t like his...methods. He run away from all that, he’s just a dealer because it’s easy
“You know him too well for just a regular dealer Guk” Yoongi raised his brow.
Jungkook rolled his eyes, “And you are too fucking inquisitive today”
“Jimin is growing impatient” Yoongi throws the stub out of the window and sunk deeper on the seat, closing his
“That’s why I’m telling you to hire him. Best dealer in this district, never asked for a raise since he wants to remain low key and” Jungkook smirked, “the guy has a pretty face too”
“I don’t know how’s that supposed to be your most important requirement but he really is” Jungkook insisted, flickering his finger to throw the ash on the car tray.
“You know Jimin, he only wants pretty things around”
“Gonna ignore that cause I’m too tired to shove a bullet up your ass” Yoongi run his finger through his black hair, pushing it back. “Well then, bring him to me”
He hears the door crack and looks up, there was a man standing in front of him. Brown hair parted to show the forehead,
“What the hell is this?” Hoseok asked turning his
He cursed when his back hit the wall, he tried to move away but Yoongi was holding him in place with
“Don’t” Jungkook said, voice cold.
When Yoongi looked up he saw that the younger had pulled out his gun, finger on
Yoongi stared at Hoseok’s back, the boy was getting one of his hands too close to his back. Even better. Yoongi
Hoseok walked slowly, struggling to take every step without being able to see. He didn’t fight when he was pushed inside the car. Yoongi
The ride was silent. Yoongi took off his gloves and mask and stared at the younger boy, sitting on the backseat
“Don’t bother to remember the turns and stops, we’ve been driving around randomly” Yoongi said, but there was no reaction, the boy remained still on the same position, his head facing the front as if he wasn’t unable to
“For someone who likes silence you talk too much don’t you?” Hoseok’s voice was flat, lacking any kind of emotion. Cold blood. Yoongi liked it. Emotions are nothing but a
“Considering your position I wouldn’t get that cocky Jung” Yoongi was amused.
“Don’t call me that”
A weakness. Yoongi frowned.
Hoseok didn’t answer, probably realising the mistake he had made. The rest of the ride was like the beginning, without any exchange of words. When they arrived to Yoongi’s house, Jungkook parked his car on the garage while the
Yoongi waited for Jungkook and the three men walked inside his chalet. The lights were off, Yoongi checked the clock.
The older walked inside his studio and beckoned Jungkook to pick the chair. Jungkook placed the chair in the middle of the room and held Hoseok’s shoulders when Yoongi forced him to
Hoseok winced, shutting his eyes and opening them slowly, adjusting to the white light of the room. His eyes landed on Yoongi who stood in front of him, knees bent to
“Mr. Min” He said, voice trembling but he tried not to show it.
“That’s me” Yoongi chuckled. “You know why you are here Jung?” Hoseok tried, he knew Hoseok
He saw Hoseok’s jaw clenching, “I don’t know sir” he said, through gritted teeth. It was clear he was upset but he knew better than to snap at Yoongi.
“Hmm sir” Yoongi smiled at Jungkook, “Jimin would like that”
“So hmm you don’t like to be called with your family name huh?” Hoseok nodded, trying to look down, Yoongi placed his thumb on the younger’s chin and forced him to look up, “Look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you”
“Kid has modals, I like it” The grip on the younger’s chin got tighter, “Tell me why then”
“Why?” Hoseok tilted his head.
“Why don’t you like it. Why you are working for me knowing well I don’t get along with your family.
“I don’t like my brother. Scum is what he is. I-I run away when he took over my father sir” Hoseok’s voice was hoarse, he spat the words as if the mere mention of his brother made him sick,
“The you must know that I don’t like bootlickers either” Yoongi clicked his tongue.
“My protection?” Yoongi quirked his brow.
Hoseok nodded, “Everyone working for you gets well paid, and everyone knows better than to walk into one of your districts looking for trouble.”
This wasn’t good.
“W-what?” Hoseok tried to turn around but Jungkook’s grip was strong enough to make him stay still.
Yoongi studied the knife in front of his eyes, running his
Yoongi graced his skin, the point of the knife barely touching
“Don’t hurt me sir, I-I’ll do whatever you ask” There was sweat already dripping down his temples. Yoongi thought if he played just a little longer, maybe pressing a little the knife until it drew blood, the boy would end up
“Whatever I ask?” Yoongi’s voice was playful, he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoyed this. Knowing he had the power
“Yes sir, whatever but please” He begged, nibbling his lower lip anxiously.
“Let’s make a deal then huh?”
“A deal” Hoseok was taken aback.
“Yeah” Yoongi started running his fingers along the blade, he liked it. The handle was
“And w-what’s my part of the deal?”
“Simple” Yoongi got up, beckoning Jungkook to stop holding Hoseok’s shoulders, as a sign of trust, “You’ll work for me, but not a
“Your assistant?” Hoseok asked dumbfounded.
“Did I stutter?” Yoongi tsked, he didn’t like to repeat himself. “I say, you do. It’s simple”
“Just that?” Hoseok didn’t quite believe the words, it sounded too easy
“When you get to work you won’t think the same.” Jungkook laughed, patting Hoseok’s back and pointing at the desk full of files.
“So, I just have to follow your orders”
“Yeah well sometimes you’ll come with me when it’s necessary but you’ll mostly be
“You’ll get to know him but only when I’m sure you are not a threat. You see, he’s under my wing too” Yoongi’s
“I-I think I can do that sir” Hoseok bowed slightly, as a sign of respect and loyalty. Yoongi laughed it off. Actions were what counted
“You don’t think, you do”
“Got it sir”
“Good, Jungkook let’s go” Jungkook nodded and walked outside while Hoseok frowned in his seat. “I think you have some work to do now,” He pointed at the desk,
“Yes sir” Hoseok muttered, and when Yoongi closed the door, he locked it.
With a grunt he scanned the room, it was quite empty, only a desk with files scattered
He piled them up in front of him without any special order, just amounting them to have more space on the desk. He lost track of time, reading through the files, names he didn’t recognise and number he didn’t quite understand the purpose of.
That until now. He wondered what would change if he becomes Yoongi’s personal assistant, but one thing was sure, he would be
Hoseok was woken up from his reverie when he heard the door opening without a knock, of course he was now on Yoongi’s house, and privacy was
“You said I should be scared yesterday” Hoseok huffed.
It made Yoongi smile, but it wasn’t a pleasing smile, no. The other looked at him his brows knitted, a look in his eyes that told him to measure his words. “Did you finish?” Yoongi decided to
“Did no one teach you how to do the paperwork?” Yoongi clicked his tongue.
Hoseok shook his head. His father, well when he was alive didn’t bother to teach him how to do it, Hoseok would sit by his side and
’One day you’ll take over me but you’ll find someone to do this for you’ His father chuckled.
‘Then why don’t you ask someone to do it for you father?’ Hoseok had asked.
He had sighed, ‘Information is your most valuable possession. When
Hoseok didn’t understand then, but he did now. Yoongi had put trust in him, letting him read through the files also gave him an insight of the magnitude of his business and therefore, he was now able to know
“Ehm well” Hoseok tried to reach his hand to the files but Yoongi slapped it before he could.
Hoseok closed his eyes for a moment and tried to collect all the names and numbers in his head, struggling to put some order into them “My district has increased its profit since last month”
Hoseok gulped, trying to think of something else. His eyes followed Yoongi’s hand, his fingers flickering to throw the ash into the tray he was holding.
“What about it?” Yoongi quirked his brow, his expression one of pure amusement.
“Its profit is not as high as the rest of your districts, something is off about it sir”
Yoongi hummed, he stared at the amount of files, searching the exact file. When he found it
“What do you mean?”
“The reason” Yoongi closed the folder and threw it carelessly on top of the pile.
“Dealers must be scamming”
“If the product has the same quality as the one in my district then it doesn’t make any sense that with the same amount of coke they gain less” Yoongi squinted his eyes but didn’t say a word so Hoseok opened his mouth
“Good job” This time when Yoongi smiled he saw no malice in his expression but Hoseok couldn’t mirror his expression. “But you are not as smart as I thought you’d be” Hoseok’s lips parted to retort because fuck what he wanted
“It wouldn’t make any difference” Hoseok murmured, scanning the key. It’s been there all the time, he
“If I walked out of that door you’d have killed me” Hoseok muttered, his eyes still focused on the piece of iron.
“I guess you’d never know now” Yoongi smirked, it made a shiver run down Hoseok’s spine. He leaned down and
“My coffee? You didn’t tell me it was for me” Hoseok took some seconds to let the blood reach his feet and stiffened up, holding the mug and
“You didn’t ask” Yoongi shrugged as he walked out without closing the door, Hoseok hesitated for a second, considering if he should really follow him or if it was just a trap. He walked slowly and when he reached the door, he peered before
Yoongi was standing there with his arms crossed, back leaning on the wall and expression unreadable. Hoseok came to terms that the older was like a closed angry book, no matter how hard for him was to read him, to know his thoughts, he always seemed mad.
“I’m not the one you should apologise too” Yoongi’s voice was flat. Hoseok didn’t understand
He was greeted with a big room that looked like a living room
“You should go change”
Yoongi chuckled, “There are clothes in the bathroom already arranged for you, first door in
Hoseok knitted his brows together but nodded either way, placing the mug carefully in the marble. He climbed the stairs slowly, hand in the rail. He spared one look back at Yoongi who gestured him to not waste
There was another corridor upstairs, many doors he didn’t know where they leaded but he had no time to check them so he walked inside the room he was told. The bathroom wasn’t as massive as he had expected for a place like this. It just had the basics to be called a
Hoseok checked the clothes neatly folded in the bowl lid. “A suit?” He wondered out loud, touching the fabric. It was soft, must be expensive but of course Yoongi wouldn’t lend him cheap clothes like the sweatpants
Hoseok didn’t check the purpose
When he walked back into the kitchen, Yoongi was still sitting alone, his expression one of pure annoyance. Hoseok gulped and wondered if he had taken more time than he really
“T-thank you” Hoseok smiled, but it turned more like a grimace, because
“JIMIN GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE”
Hoseok stiffened, at the loud shout but there was no
“Comiiing~” Hoseok heard a voice coming from upstairs and turned around waiting to see his owner. HIs breath hitched when he saw a small boy gracefully walking down the stairs. He was handsome, his features too soft to be real, he
Oh. Yeah Hoseok thought the same because the boy looking at him resembled like a sculpture out of a greek museum. He had gray hair styled in a way that showed his
“Is he the new one?” Jimin rushed the last steps and walked towards Hoseok excitedly.Hoseok remained frozen when the younger touched his
But Hoseok’s smiled faltered when Yoongi said from his back, “He really is” he turned around at the older boy who just smirked. Hoseok didn’t know how to feel about it.
“Hyungie” Jimin seemed to fully acknowledge his presence now, hands
Hoseok stared at them, eyes wide in shock. Yoongi’s eyes opened and met Hoseok’s, the younger swallowed hard and decided to look away because even though he couldn’t see him, he could tell he
Hoseok had to clear his throat because, did they forget he was standing right there? He wondered that being the thirdwheel was part of his job now.
“No baby,” Yoongi kissed Jimin’s forehead tenderly, “But Hoseok will take care of you okay?”
“I forgot my bag” Jimin said then with a bright smile,
“Gonna say this just once
“And where are we going exactly?” Hoseok decided to ask.
Yoongi smiled faintly, founding the situation very amusing, “Shopping”
“Jimin likes going shopping the second saturday of
Hoseok swallowed hard, his hands sweating at both sides of his body. He hoped to be here next month to go shopping with Jimin.
“Yay shopping!” Jimin singsonged the way down the stairs
Hoseok hummed, looking at Yoongi who looked as if he was enjoying this too much, “Take the car you want, keys are inside”
Hoseok muttered a “Of course” and when his eyes landed on Yoongi he swear he was holding back his laugh as he mouthed ‘Told ya’ silently. He didn’t know how the day would go but he was sure it won’t
When Jimin dragged Hoseok out the door towards the garage, Yoongi picked his phone and typed a message fastly. He didnt wait for the answer as he walked towards the front window and saw the red maserati roaring the way out of his chalet.
“Is that so?” Hoseok’s eyes are focused on the road ahead.
“Ah-huh” Jimin got more comfortable in the seat and put the belt on, “He said it’s too eye-catching”
“Well he’s not wrong”
“So Hoseok huh?” Jimin inquired. Even though Hoseok couldn’t see his face he knew he was looking at him, intense eyes focused on him.
“That’s my name” He nodded, “And yours
Jimin smirked at the name, “Hmm sir... I like it” Hoseok stiffened when he felt Jimin’s hand land in his arm, his touch delicate as he drew small circles over his blazer, “Got so many names but you can call me however you want honey”
Hoseok’s eyes widened
“Except from baby, only hyungie gets to call me that” Jimin’s hand was no longer on Hoseok’s arm but the older could still feel
“I-I’ll keep that in mind”
The rest of the ride was silent, Hoseok parked the red maserati on the mall parking lot and let Jimin guided him the way inside. Even though Jimin was clinging to him, there were too many people on the mall, he
“So where first sir?” Hoseok asked, wanting to get inside a shop so there was less people to be careful about.
“Hmmm” Jimin stopped on his tracks
“Mr. Park” Hoseok looked up at a
“Oh Mina” Jimin smiled back, “It’s been a long time right?” She nodded, “How was your holidays?”
“Too short” She shook her head and then her eyes landed on Hoseok, “Oh and you are?”
“We just receive new goods this morning, would you like to check them Mr. Park?”
“You know me so well Mina” Jimin laughed, following Mina into the backstore. Hoseok
Hoseok walked around the empty
His eyes darted to the door when he
“Coming~” Jimin chanted, walking back into the store with too many clothes on his arms that they nearly reached his chin. He looked cute, despite the clothes he was holding, he looked genuinely cute and innocent.
“Are you gonna buy all those sir?”
Hoseok gulped, eyes widened, “Sir I don’t think I-”
“B-but” Jimin pouted, eyes growing in size, looking at him like a puppy who’s about to be left on a kennel, “Hyung told me
“I don’t think-” Hoseok stopped, - that’s how I’m supposed to help you - he thought, but Jimin had his brows knitted together with a sulking expression. He remembered then Yoongi’s words: ‘he can also be very convincing so whatever he tells you to do,
“Don’t peek~” Jimin said in a chanting tone that Hoseok was starting to get used to, it was his way of
“I wasn’t planning to” Hoseok murmured under his breath, because truth to be told, as much as Jimin was a very enticing person, attractive in a way that no human being could ever be, he didn’t want Yoongi to cut his balls since
So Hoseok decided to wait, he could hear Jimin dropping his clothes to the floor but he didn’t know that it would take that long to try on whatever he picked to wear first.
Jimin was standing in front of him with black high-waist panties and a matching girdle to reached just below his flat chest. Hoseok choked on his breath, making
“I-It’s ehm good?” Hoseok was found out of words, stuttering.
Jimin clapped his hands together
The following fits weren’t better though, Hoseok soon found himself staring at Jimin’s eyes so the younger wouldn’t notice the uneasiness of his stare when it landed on Jimin’s body. Because if Jimin was
“Honey?” Jimin asked from the other side of the dressroom, Hoseok walked closer so his face was touching the
“Are you okay sir?” Hoseok asked.
“I need some help with the zipper” He mumbled.
“O-okay let me help you” This really had to be a joke. Hoseok breathed and walked in the dressroom.
Jimin was standing in front of the mirror, his back facing
Hoseok’s eyes travelled from the light pink garnet that covered his butt up to the zipper half way through the corset of the very same color.
“Like it?” Jimin asked, he didn’t turn around, it wasn’t necessary because Hoseok could see everything through
“Yeah” He breathed, his voice a little raspy because his mouth was dry.
“Which one do you like the most?”
Did it even mattered what Hoseok liked if he wouldn’t be able to see Jimin like this once they were out of the shop?
“This one” Hoseok decided to say, because
“Why?” Jimin asked and Hoseok didn’t
“Pink looks good on you” Hoseok said in the end and it seemed to please Jimin just fine because there was a wide smile on his face.
“Then we are done” Jimin smiled and Hoseok wondered how can
Hoseok frowned, “Aren’t you going to try that on?” he pointed at one dark blue set placed on top of the chair.
“Want to see me with it?” Jimin turned around and well Hoseok
“I ehm no? I mean yeah but I-”
Jimin bursted out in a loud laugh, finding Hoseok’s struggle amusing, “You are so easy to tease honey” he licked his lips, that wasn’t necessary like
Oh well if the person who was supposed to wear the set was the one that popped up on his head then he wouldn’t like to ask further questions. Min Yoongi wearing lingerie was something he didn’t quite picture
“Ehm do you want me to... you know… help?” Hoseok decided to
Jimin shook his head, “See the point of this kind of clothes is that they are easier to get off” he said with a voice so low and sultry that Hoseok was
Hoseok blinked the
When Jimin walked out of the dressroom he headed to the cashier with all the clothes he had picked up first, the woman, Mina, didn’t look surprised at all when she told Jimin the amount of money he had to pay. Jimin didn’t look surprised either as he
“Thank you so much Mr. Park” The woman smiled at Jimin, handing Hoseok the four bags of lingerie as for her it was obvious he should be
Was he supposed to go through this every single month from now on? Hoseok had seen milder tortures.
“Morning Mr. Park” An old man bowed to Jimin as they walked inside, Hoseok was no surprised at all that the workers already knew Jimin. The younger
“Morning Seong” Jimin answered, following the old man to the cashier where another two bags where already waiting for him. Hoseok was glad that he didn’t have to wait more time inside the shop trying
“How’s Mr. Min?” He asked, taking Jimin’s credit card to pay the shopping.
“Working like always” Jimin rolled his eyes, Hoseok could notice a little sign of disappointment in the younger’s voice, as if he really didn’t like that
“Ah too bad,” The old man shook his head, handing the black card back to Jimin, “but you seem to be very well escorted” He said, not even sparing a glance to Hoseok as if he wasn’t even there.
“I know right?” Jimin looped his
“Very” The old man chuckled, probably used to
“Don’t worry Seong, I won’t” Jimin said as he giggled.
Hoseok just stared at them as they talked, not really knowing what to say
“Are you hungry?” Jimin asked, stopping
“Not really, are you?” Hoseok decided to say, because he actually wasn’t hungry only tired. His body was too focused on not collapsing to feel anything else. And if the leave, maybe he’s lucky enough to get
“Hmm” Jimin tapped his chin as he thought, eyes scanning the different restaurants around the place. Hoseok sighed, he didn’t feel like sitting on a fancy restaurant where the food was stupidly expensive and the plates were not even filled to
“Ice cream?” Hoseok frowned, he didn’t know what time in the morning it was, or was it afternoon already, but he expected Jimin to want something to fill his stomach and not well ice cream.
“Yupp~” Jimin nodded excitedly.
Hoseok followed Jimin right behind, the boy was so small that Hoseok could see over him the back end of the shopping mall, where he
“Sir” Hoseok said, voice calm
“Huh?” Jimin turned around with a confused look, “Do you want one too?”
“No” He shook his head, “Wait here. I’m going to be bathroom, don’t move okay?” Hoseok left the bags on the floor in front of the younger and waited for him to nod before walking
Hoseok took a quick glance at Jimin who was still waiting on the queue and opened the restroom’s door, his other hand inside his jacket pocket, ready to pull out the gun in case he needed. The place was empty, Hoseok
He felt the pain on his
With the little strength he had he closed his eyes and tried to move backwards, the man hissed when his back hit the stall behind him, Hoseok moved again and this time when he
“Fuck” The man cursed and his grip on Hoseok loosened a little but just enough for him to break free from him. Those seconds passed quickly as Hoseok tried to catch his
Hoseok’s hand didn’t tremble when he removed the safety lock, the noise so loud in the otherwise so quiet room that it made the other man look up at him. The other man had blood on
“What’s so funny?” Hoseok growled, taking a step closer.
“This situation” He spat on the floor, Hoseok grimaced,
“Me?” He asked, but his pulse didn’t falter when his digit caressed the trigger, as a warning to the other man that just seemed to find everything very amusing. Hoseok was suddenly very pissed off. He didn’t like that despite a gun aimed at his head, he seemed
“Yeah you” The man crossed his arms, “thinking you can shoot me with an unloaded gun”
“You think you can deceive me with that old trick?” Hoseok smiled but there wasn’t humour in it, neither amusement, just annoyance, “That’s lame”
“He won’t like this you know?” He rearranged his tie, “Your self defense techniques are very lacking”
“Bold of you to say when you are the only one whose bleeding”
The other man laughed,
“Fuck, Jimin” Hoseok cursed and stared at the door, considering the idea of running out of the bathroom to find him and hoped that nothing happened.
“Don’t bother” The man said, clearly reading Hoseok’s intention, “He’s fine, there’s someone properly
“Fuck if I care” Hoseok snapped, moving towards the door fast, the man tried to stop him but Hoseok this time was faster, storming out of the bathroom to find Jimin sitting alone on a bench, legs dangling as he eat his ice cream. When he saw Hoseok he waved
“I didn’t lie when I say there’s someone checking on him too” Hoseok heard the man say, “but it’s good that you didn’t believe it, that’s the only intelligent thing I’ve seen you doing the whole day” Jimin got up when he saw Hoseok
“Jimin is fine” Hoseok looked at the man through squinted eyes, “that’s all that matters”
And that seemed to please the other man, who nodded and walked by his
“Namjoonie” Jimin run past Hoseok, embracing the man with a tight hug, nearly dropping his ice cream in the process, “What are you doing here?”
“I came to bring you back home”
“What?” Both Hoseok and Jimin said at the same time.
“Namjoon I don’t wanna go back home yet!”
“I don’t care!” Jimin snarled, making both men stare wide eyed at the younger. “I’m having fun with Seokie” Hoseok swallowed hard at the nickname, cheeks slightly
Namjoon remained silent at Jimin’s sudden tantrum, not capable of finding the words to
“Let’s go Seokie” Hoseok couldn’t say anything else before Jimin grabbed his arm and dragged him along, but he could hear Namjoon’s words when he was still closer.
Hoseok didn’t know then how those words would be more like a curse instead of a blessing.
“You said you didn’t want to go back home” Hoseok said when he was seated on Yoongi’s car, hands on the wheel and key on the ignition but the car still parked
“And I don’t” Jimin pouted, “but my mood is ruined already so”
Hoseok nodded but he didn’t make any move to start the engine, “Can I ask you something?”
“You already did” Jimin smiled, “but yeah”
“You don’t go out often, do you?”
The silence that filled the car
“Yoongi doesn’t like me to leave the chalet” He said and even though his tone
“Whatever you wish sir” Hoseok said and started
“Hey baby” Yoongi was on the couch when both walked inside the chalet, he had some papers scattered on the desk in front of him and a cigarette on his lips. Jimin walked towards him and took the cigarette out of the older’s mouth, holding it
“What did you do?” Yoongi’s gaze was piercing, not leaving Hoseok’s face until the younger started talking.
Hoseok dropped the bags on the floor and stepped closer to
“How do you find out?” Yoongi’s voice was calm, because he already knew the answer but
“Listen I’m not gonna lie, it was stupid of me leaving Jimin alone but that would never have happened if you hadn’t sent one of your… what was he? A hitman?” Hoseok’s voice was louder with every word he said, hand touching
“Namjoon is one of my most loyal men just so you know, he’s more than just a hit man” Yoongi seemed to relax on the couch, leaning his head back as he placed another cigarette on his lips. “Want one?” He offered
Hoseok nodded and took the spot right beside Yoongi but not quite making contact with his body, he better kept his distance with someone as dangerous as Min Yoongi.
“You must be tired” He commented and it only made Hoseok
Hoseok took a drag from the stick and let the smoke rest for a few seconds on his lungs before letting the air out, a cloud of smoke enveloping him “As if you care”
“I do care,” Yoongi’s voice got calmer but there was something about his tone being so calm that
That seemed to take Hoseok aback, “You still want me to be you assistant?”
It was Yoongi who did, “Did Jimin have fun?”
“I think so, at least until that guy, Namjoon, came in” Hoseok
“I see” Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, “I gotta take care of it later then” Hoseok had an idea as of how to take care of Jimin ment but he didn’t want to picture it, at least
“What are those papers?” Hoseok decided to change the subject so he could erase or at least push the idea of Yoongi fucking Jimin to the back of his head, for later maybe.
Hoseok hummed, picking up
“You don’t need to do it now though” Yoongi got up, “There’s food in the fridge if you want anything pick whatever you feel like”
“Okay” Hoseok muttered, he really need something on his stomach if he was going to spend yet another night
“There’s a mattress on the floor of the studio, rest a little before going through the files I don’t want you to mess anything up” Yoongi stretched his back with another grunt, “But I need something but tomorrow night so don’t lounge around more than
“Oh” Hoseok said, “thank you” his voice soft like a whisper which only made Yoongi’s lips curl
Yoongi waved Hoseok’s gratitude off and headed towards the stairs that lead to the second floor, he
“Whatever you hear, don’t come upstairs” He smirked, turning around and disappearing into the second floor.
Hoseok remained silent, staring with a dumb expression at the empty spot
Hoseok closed his eyes but it seemed that not even the tiredness could shut up Jimin’s
He tried to think about something else because he wasn’t supposed to think about Jimin that
That would have been his last thought before falling asleep because now everything was dark and
Hoseok woke up with a loud cry, air seemed to fill his empty lungs just then and it was too much, it was too overwhelming. He looked around a little disoriented but it wasn’t dark at all, the studio wasn’t the cleanest but it
Hoseok got up and walked to the desk, rummaging through the drawers looking for a packet of cigarettes because if there was an ashtray there could be some smokes there too? Well, the one he found was empty so he cursed and put it back inside the drawer with another
“Honey?” Hoseok’s eyes darted to the door in an instant
“Ah don’t be silly” Jimin whined and it was more like a pout and Hoseok definitely shouldn’t be affected by it but oh he was. “I don’t like having breakfast alone”
“Where’s Yoongi ehm well sir?” Hoseok stuttered because he didn’t know if he
Jimin just chuckled, “Scared much?” He saw the hesitation on Hoseok’s stare and decided to take a step closer, that didn’t made Hoseok any less nervous, “Ah honey, you don’t
Jimin shook his head, and with a sigh he answered, “It’s dangerous out there, Seoul can eat you alive if you let her”
Hoseok nodded, “He knows better than that” He decided to say, because Seoul wasn’t a safe city, never was, and will never
And Hoseok couldn’t say no, because first of all he was in no position to disagree with Jimin when he was his boss too, and also the way he
“I can help you with that if you
“Nah, you don’t have to sir, it’s fine” Hoseok tried but Jimin was soon shaking his head.
“How can you say that
“What do you mean?” Hoseok frowned, he had made sure that the files numbers were in order to have a better look at them.
Jimin just rolled his eyes and decided to sit on Hoseok’s lap, making the older flinch at the
“Huh?” Hoseok frowned
“Blue is for guns” Jimin placed the blue pile at the right corner. “Then there’s my favourite, pink! It’s for the clubs” Jimin
“So I guess green is for drug dealers” Hoseok muttered and Jimin turned around, the weight of his body pressing on his lap. Hoseok moved his hands involuntary to hold his waist, his grip a
“Ah-huh” Jimin nodded. “It’s easier to organise them that way” Jimin turned his face back to the folders and took a sharp breath when Hoseok leaned on the table,
“Thank you sir” Hoseok muttered, his thumb caressing the soft silk of Jimin’s robe out of reflex. Jimin squirmed in place and Hoseok had to hold his breath and think about something else because
Jimin’s face was closer to his now, and while Hoseok tried to focus on the papers, Jimin was staring at him. His eyes so intense than they could beat Yoongi’s piercing stare. But opposite to
“You know what honey?” Jimin said, but his voice was so soft it felt like a gasp. “Yoongi really made a good choice with you”
“Why do you say that sir?” Hoseok turned
“I just got a feeling, a very good one indeed” He smiled, and it shouldn’t look
And Hoseok didn’t want him to, didn’t want Jimin to be alone
“Sir” Hoseok raised his voice before Jimin walked out of the studio, the fabric of his robe had slipped off his shoulder so now more skin was exposed for Hoseok’s pleasure, or displeasure.
Jimin’s smile widened and this time it reached his eyes, Hoseok would like to capture this moment and save it on the back of his head because it was one of the most breathtakingly beautiful sights he had ever seen. “Don’t worry honey besides,”
He’s sitting at the kitchen isle, mouthing some cold noodles when he wondered where the younger boy was. The chalet was silent, eerily so, and Hoseok
Hoseok decided to check the garden first, if Jimin was outside then it must be the reason why the house was so dead silent. He walked towards
At the end of the yard there was a garden house with a big table that could fit around twenty people, Hoseok looked
He wasn’t on the first floor either, Hoseok checked every single spot and thought about calling Jimin’s name
The second floor seemed a little smaller that the ground one, maybe it has something to do with the
The first room was empty, Hoseok turned the knob with trembling hands, he felt as if he was intruding Yoongi’s privacy by checking the rooms without permission but he was a little worried
When he turned the knob with his hand and slided the door
“Ah honey don’t be shy” He
When Hoseok calmed a little bit he decided to walk in and breathed somehow relieved when he noticed that Jimin
“I’m sorry” He repeated as he closed the door behind his back, he remained there, not daring to walk closer.
“Why though?” Jimin asked, stretching his arm to leave the bottle on the nightstand, the action making his robe slide up to reveal his thighs.
“I was worried because I didn’t hear you so I came to check on you, I’m sorry I-I” He stuttered, Jimin found the situation amusing, “I didn’t mean to walk in while you were ehm...” Hoseok made some gestures with his hands
Jimin just chuckled, “Naked?”
Hoseok nodded, cheeks blushing as he tried to avoid eye contact with the younger but considering his attire, his eyes were his least hazardous feature and so Hoseok
“Aw honey, nudity is something you shouldn’t be embarrassed of” Jimin shrugged, and of course because with a body so toned and desirable as Jimin’s, no one could ever be embarrassed to show it off. But that didn’t make Hoseok any less anxious,
Hoseok was suddenly too aware of it, his hands coming to cover his naked chest. It didn’t make any sense
Hoseok gulped, “I-I don’t think I can” he stuttered and Jimin clearly didn’t like the
“Why?” Jimin pouted and this time he was moving closer, so it wasn’t only his hand placed between Hoseok’s parted legs but he himself, kneeling in front of him, the robe soon slipped off his shoulders so his chest was fully exposed and the fabric only covered his lower
“No, no it’s not that” Hoseok tried. Because it was the truth, he liked the view, too much, that was the problem. “B-but I don’t think I can-”
“You can what?” Hoseok
“Honey” Jimin said then, his hands coming to rest on top of his shoulders, squeezing them slightly, “You are too tense”
Hoseok closed his eyes for the briefest of moments before snapping then back open and taking Jimin’s hands off him,
But Jimin didn’t pull away, hands still trapped in Hoseok’s as he leaned on him, his nose brushing against Hoseok’s, “What do you think I’m doing?” His tone was so
“Honey” Jimin repeated, and this time his tone was no longer playful, a little annoyed maybe, his eyes squinted to look at Hoseok in a way that told him that he
“Sir I don’t think you, I, we should-” Hoseok mumbled because his mind was
“Shh” Jimin hushed Hoseok, leaning over his neck and capturing his earlobe with his teeth, sucking it
It all happened too fast but when Hoseok realised Jimin was moaning against his neck, hips rolling over his lap, searching for
Jimin rolled his eyes and stopped, but he didn’t move away either, “What now?” He sounded annoyed and
“We shouldn’t be doing this” Hoseok forced the words out because he really wanted to do this, he really wanted to pin Jimin down and trace every inch of his body with his hands, he really wanted to have Jimin
“Why not?” Jimin whined, putting all his weight on his hands over Hoseok’s shoulders so the older couldn’t move him away from him, Hoseok didn’t try it either, because he would at least enjoy his proximity while it lasted.
“What are you doing?” Hoseok whispered shouted because he really didn’t have a good feeling about this, and oh how much did he hate to be
“Hyungie~” Jimin singsonged and Hoseok’s face turned as white and cold as the first drops of snow in december.
“Yeah baby?” Hoseok could hear Yoongi say because Jimin had put the call in speaker, so he was allowed to listen to the conversation. He decided to remain
“No, nothing happening” Jimin smiled at Hoseok, his digits playing mindlessly with some gray strands of his silver hair, “Well actually I wanted to check something”
“Tell me baby”
“Well” Jimin adjusted his position so his ass was perfectly hovering over Hoseok’s tent, he
“Yeah baby, why? Is he disobeying you?” Yoongi’s voice became more stern. Hoseok gulped down saliva but it
Jimin then tapped the screen so Yoongi’s voice was no longer on the speaker when the silver boy leaned down on Hoseok, chests flushed together while Jimin’s hips never stopped to roll over Hoseok’s. The older had to hold back a whimper when Jimin added
Jimin giggled at
Hoseok took it as a sign that they have time, god why Jimin could be talking so easily to Yoongi while he was on the arms of another man, and why it was so easy for
Jimin closed his eyes when Hoseok
“Honey” Jimin breathed
Hoseok decided to roll them over then, Jimin gasped in surprise at
Jimin moved his hands to undo the tie of the robe on his waist but Hoseok held his
Hoseok moved his hands slowly, untying the robe and moving the silk fabric away so Jimin was fully exposed for him, for
The older boy stared at his pristine skin covered in some dark bruises that Hoseok would love to be the owner of. “Fucking gorgeous” Hoseok
“Shh princess” Hoseok hushed the younger boy, pressing his lips against his v-line, he felt Jimin’s cock throbbing upwards at the sound of Hoseok’s voice and the older stopped. Moving up to his knees
“Y-yeah” Jimin mumbled, eyes
“You are pretty” Hoseok muttered, leaning on Jimin and placing a quick
“Yeah honey, y-your pretty princess” Jimin was starting to talk nonsense, mind clouded with pleasure but Hoseok felt warm all over because Jimin didn’t correct him, didn’t tell him
Hoseok gave Jimin another kiss, this time on his lips, it was soft, too soft for Jimin’s
“Ah fuck” Jimin cursed, nails raking through Hoseok’s hair to pull him lower down so his head was hitting the back of Hoseok’s throat. Hoseok bobbed his head up and down, eyes closing so he could just feel the taste of Jimin on his mouth
“Ah, d-don’t take it off” Jimin cried out when
When the older moved a little forward to see his face he realised that Jimin had cummed already, breathe hitched and fists clenched over the pillow. “You good princess?”
“Yeah” Jimin mumbled, voice low and somehow wrecked. “B-but let me help you too”
“There’s no need-” Hoseok tried to say but Jimin soon cut him.
“What?” Hoseok was taken aback because he had not consider it a possibility.
“Please do” Jimin whined, moving his legs back so they were pressed against Hoseok’s.
“O-okay” Hoseok stuttered, unzipping his pants clumsily. Only when he pulled his pants down did
Hoseok didn’t need lube, Jimin’s cum dripping around his cock was
He was panting when he collapsed over Jimin, the
When his breathe evened and his minded started to clear he realised the implications of what had just happened. With trembling legs and a little bit dizzy Hoseok
Jimin gasped when Hoseok pressed the wet towel over his skin, cleaning the cum on his thighs before wiping away the white drops on his own skin. When he was done he
For a moment there was silence, he didn’t dare to open his mouth and break the spell wrapping them both in a bubble of exhilaration. But they did need to talk, both knew
Jimin frowned and propped his chin on his elbow, “Honey, what do you mean with we?” He chuckled for a second and Hoseok didn’t like the sound of it, “You are the
“Honesty” Hoseok couldn’t help but laugh but there was no humour in his voice, it was bitter, he felt bitter, he could even taste it on his own mouth. He remembered Yoongi’s
“Oh honey I don’t need to earn my place here anymore” Jimin caressed Hoseok’s cheek, trying to be comforting but it only made bile rise up his throat. Hoseok realised then that
Hoseok wondered if Jimin had told him, if he was waiting
Yoongi frowned at Hoseok’s uncomfortable attitude but decided not to comment on it and just let him talk. “So I noticed that there’s a small connection between your losses on district
“Doesn’t look good” Yoongi tsked, picking up the files and reading through them while Hoseok continued his explanation, humming and nodding at his words.
“My patience is what they are testing” Yoongi snarled, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it up in front
“I think they wanna keep it down, they would probably try for some months you know? Slowly so it’s safer”
Yoongi chuckled, mouthing, “Safe”
“Raise crows and they will take your eyes off” Hoseok said and
“Oh, is okay” Hoseok whispered in a murmur.
Yoongi looked at him for a long minute, as if he was trying to read his mind, Hoseok felt naked under those brown eyes of his. Instead of talking Yoongi took another drag to his smoke and
“It’s your last one sir” Hoseok looked at the cigarette but he took it anyways, taking a long drag that nearly made him cough but it felt nice, the burning feeling of the smoke on his lungs, it felt nice because as long as he could feel the pain it
Yoongi shrugged, “Jimin must have some upstairs” and Hoseok coughed then. At the mention of Jimin he felt the tension building up on his muscles to the point he felt sore, it was fine, he was
Hoseok frowned, he didn’t like the implication of those words, he suddenly felt anxious, too aware that something was about to happen, something bad. And oh god how much Hoseok hated to be
But Yoongi didn’t say anything else, he just stared at Hoseok as the younger smoked his cigarette as if it was the most amusing thing he had ever seen. Maybe for Yoongi it was very amusing, to see Hoseok overthinking about
And when he was done, Yoongi got up and straightened his clothes and walked to
“Don’t” Hoseok stared at Yoongi then, slender hands gripping the wheel to the point his knuckles turned white, he sucked in a breath and shook his head. Hoseok remain silent, wondering if Yoongi
And Hoseok frowned, because he couldn’t understand why would that be a reason for him to don’t speak up, but he nodded either way, squinting his eyes to try to see where Yoongi was heading when he took the curve and entered
Hoseok tried to calm down his breathing, he looked around but the place was poorly lit and so Hoseok found himself considering the idea of Yoongi bringing him here to question him about what happened with Jimin. There were so many things and possibilities, all of
With shaking legs, Hoseok stepped out of the car and followed Yoongi who hadn’t speak a word. There was a big door in the middle of the warehouse and Hoseok pointed out a man standing with his back leaning on the wall and a smoke between his lips. He looked familiar but
“You’re late” Namjoon said, flickering his finger to drop the ash on the floor. Hoseok noticed there was dry blood staining his skin right over his knuckles, he knew it wasn’t his own though. Hoseok
“Or you are too damn fast” He rolled his eyes and Namjoon just shrugged.
He followed Yoongi
“You know who’s this?” Yoongi asked, his tone awfully calm when he walked towards the man and grabbed his hair, pushing his head back so they eyes met. Hoseok swallowed back the bile
Hoseok shook his head, no, this was the first time he saw this person. But considering his poor state, even if
Hoseok nodded, he couldn’t find the words. His mouth was dry, his tongue felt like sandpaper when it graced his lips.
“New puppet Min?” They both directed their attention back to the man when he spoke up, choking on the words. He
“Shut up” Yoongi growled, pulling at his hair and making him wince but the curve of a smile never left his lips. It sent a shiver down Hoseok’s spine.
“Ah to bad” Yoongi shook his head, loosing the grip on the man’s head and walking back next to Hoseok,
Hoseok didn’t even have time to protest before Yoongi placed the gun in his trembling hands, but never letting go of Hoseok’s hand. The black haired boy walked to Hoseok’s back and moved his arm
The younger boy gulped, a single drop of sweat streaming the way down his temple, he was sure Yoongi could feel it, the hesitation, the fear, he was sure he could even smell it. Hoseok closed his eyes but he didn’t pull the
Instead, Yoongi placed his free hand on Hoseok’s waist, he was close, Hoseok could feel the puffs of air hitting his nape as the older breathed. He
Hoseok’s breathe hitched, he nodded for he wasn’t able to form the words. His headache was now replaced by a strong pain on his chest, it was tight, to the point he felt as if he couldn’t breathe, at all.
“Or?” He dared to
“Or you run away as you have been doing, but you won’t get my protection, not now, not ever. It’s simple.”
“Is it?” Hoseok inquired, eyebrow quirking up. It couldn’t be. He felt Yoongi’s lips curve into a smile behind him.
Sungho chuckled from his seat, “You really gonna buy that bullshit? You really choose the dumbest ones Min”
Hoseok felt Yoongi’s grip on his hand getting tighter but he didn’t falter, he didn’t shake, the gun still perfectly aimed to the man’s head.
“Yeah choose” The man kept laughing at Hoseok’s face, he felt his own hand getting closer to the trigger, but just gracing it. He really don’t have a choice, did he? It’s not like Yoongi could let him run away with all the
Hoseok didn’t have time to react, and neither did the man when he shrieked in pain. Yoongi had moved their hands down and fired the gun at Sungho’s leg, the bullet diggin on his knee,
“Put his name on your dirty mouth one more time and I’ll make sure next time your ball would be the target” He growled, but his voice softened when he whispered back at Hoseok’s ear, “You are running out of
“But did I lie huh? I bet you are just like him,” His words were directed just to Hoseok, who moved the hand up to aim at the head once again, trigger more appealing that before. “And just like the one that was before you” Hoseok stopped, he didn’t want to react
Hoseok pulled the trigger, he didn’t hesitate, he didn’t
“No, you look” Yoongi grabbed, Hoseok’s chin and forced his head back to the scene, “You look what you've done. I gave you a fucking choice and you didn’t take it”
“I killed him” Hoseok whispered, voice drained. “I choose it”
“I-I did” Hoseok stuttered.
“You killed for Jimin, not for me, not for you, you killed for him”
“But I killed him sir, that’s what you wanted” Hoseok decided to say, looking at his hands, they were clean but still carried the blood of someone else’s death. He closed his hands into fists, he had promised himself he would run away of all this. One death had been
But he did. He understood Yoongi’s intentions. He understood that was just a test, to prove his loyalty to him, but he failed. Yoongi understood that his loyalty belonged to someone else.
“I do sir” Hoseok had his eyes closed now, not able to stare any longer
This time it was Yoongi who was found out of words. Hoseok didn’t look at him when he nodded. He heard steps and turned around to
When he walked out of the warehouse Yoongi was talking to Namjoon, the broad man spared a quick glance at him and he sweared he could see an apologetic
“Call Seokjin to clean it up”
“You should call him more often, not only for cleaning your mess” Namjoon rolled his eyes but there was a small smile curving his lips up.
“He knows where I live he might as well show up.
“My advice” Namjoon started, “Be honest with your intentions and you’ll be fine” He patted his back in a way that looked
“I’ll try” Hoseok nodded, because he wasn’t sure how sincere Namjoon’s words where, why he was trying to act friendly when he was
To his surprise, Yoongi had waited for him in the car, he didn’t say a word through the whole ride but he didn’t look exactly mad. His brows were knitted together in a way that showed he was concentrated in something else, thinking about
When they arrive to Yoongi’s chalet, Yoongi was quick to leave the car and walk towards the elevator that lead them inside the house. Hoseok followed him in silence, not quite sure as to what he was supposed to say or do after what
Jimin was waiting on the couch when they both walked in. He was wearing an oversized shirt, that was too big for someone with such a petite frame like his. The blue fabric engulfed him like a wave of cotton and even though Hoseok was sure he wasn’t wearing anything
Hoseok froze in place, it was obvious that Jimin knew Yoongi, he didn’t know for how long
Hoseok was glad that it
Yoongi seated on the opposite side of the table while Hoseok remain standing. The older beckoned him to take a seat but Hoseok
“That’s why I’m telling to take the damn seat” Hoseok gulped and decided there was no point in arguing the older. “So, what should I know?” Yoongi tapped the table with his fingers, probably craving a cigarette.
Hoseok worried his lower lip
“I know everything about it, that’s not what I want you to tell me” HIs voice was calm, it only made Hoseok even more anxious. What did it mean that he knew? Jimin had told him that
“You know?” Hoseok couldn’t help the surprise on his tone.
Yoongi hummed, eyes downcast, focused on the constant tapping of fingers against the stone. It sounded like a clock,
“Huh?” Hoseok didn’t know where Yoongi was going.
“What do you want from him? You like him?”
“Of course you do” Yoongi tsked.
Even through the dim light Hoseok could se Yoongi’s features hardened and so he remembered Namjoon’s words and decided to speak before Yoongi was allowed to. “It’s not like that”
“I’m not planning to take him away from you” That seemed to calm Yoongi down a little, even though his expression remained as blank and unreadable as always, the constant movement of his digits against the stone
Yoongi shook his head, “What do you want from him then?”
“Nothing sir” Hoseok reassured, “I did what he asked me to do, just like you told me to do”
Hoseok considered his answer for a second, he wanted to tell him that no, he wouldn’t do it, he wouldn’t like to repeat it, but it was all a lie, both knew so. The silence that followed was an answer itself, “I won’t say I wouldn’t
“You did not” Yoongi leaned back on the chair, “I told you already, you did not kill for me and neither for yourself, you fucked up”
Hoseok already knew that, “It was the right thing to do” He mumbled.
“Because you would have done it for him too. If I didn’t pull the trigger then you’d do it.” Yoongi parted his lips as to say something but he didn’t, Hoseok kept on talking. “If I
He was right, Yoongi knew he was right. There was a small gust of wind then, leafs moving above them but they both remain still, looking at each other.
“If that bastard hadn’t mentioned Jimin, would you still have pulled the trigger?”
“Yes” Hoseok didn’t hesitate, it surprised him how easily the word slipped
“Because I didn’t have another option”
“I didn’t” Hoseok insisted. Because he was sure it would have been the only way out. “You wouldn’t have let me go with everything I know, you are smarter than that”
Yoongi laughed at the compliment but
“Why are you so sure?” Hoseok wouldn’t have said a word, he knew better than to write his own death sentence, but Yoongi? Yoongi couldn’t trust someone so blindly. Unless…
His hands were stained, it was a reality Hoseok couldn’t run away from. His hands were stained, more than
“They are” Hoseok’s nails raked through his pants anxiously as he asked, “And yours?”
Yoongi probably didn’t expect Hoseok’s question and so his eyes widened for the briefest of seconds before turning back to a normal
“I just want to know the reason. There must be a reason” Hoseok argued.
“We don’t always have a reason, a purpose, it’s all subjective” Yoongi waved his hand dismissively.
“But I know you do”
“Why?” Hoseok inquired.
“Because it’s not my story to tell” And then Hoseok understood what everything was about. Whatever happened to the previous assistant, it was directly related to Jimin’s wellbeing. Hoseok didn’t push the subject further.
“Fair enough” He decided to said and it seemed to please Yoongi just enough.
“I can tell, you won’t meet the same fate” Yoongi reassured him, but it didn’t calm Hoseok any further. And with that, he got up.
“Hoseok” The younger fluttered his eyes open, for it was strange that Yoongi used his name to address him. He would be lying if he said it didn’t make his heart skip a beat at the sound of his
“T-thank you sir” He managed to say even though he stuttered at first. Yoongi just shook his head as if it was something he should be taking for granted. But he knew
He remembered Jimin’s words when had spoken to Yoongi through the phone, ‘He deserves a gift’. Ah so that’s what he meant. Hoseok had been a fool to think that Jimin had done what he did out of impulse, it had been
He’s falling, the stars fading in the distance, the shadow no longer there. He’s falling but there’s no end beneath him. Oh it’s there. He can’t see it, but he can feel it. The shadow it’s
“I can’t remember it” It’s a lie. Hoseok not only remembered this nightmare, but all of the previous ones. He couldn’t forget them,
“It’s okay” Jimin brushed his thumb against Hoseok’s palm, lazily drawing circles. It’s soothing. “We all do”
“I guess so” He muttered, looking down at Jimin’s small hand curled against his own. He couldn’t help but smile shily. “Did I wake you up?”
Hoseok chuckled, “How do you even scream softly?”
Jimin’s smile was warm but Hoseok couldn’t see it because he had his eyes closed, mind focused on Jimin’s sweet scent. His hair was a little wet so he should must have taken a shower before coming to see Hoseok. “It’s okay I’m kinda used to it” But how can
“Does it happen often?” Jimin inquired, tilting his head so he could see Hoseok’s tired expression.
“Every night” He confessed. He didn’t know why he said it, because never
“Oh honey” Jimin nuzzled his
“It’s not a big deal”
“It is!” Jimin pouted, his tone raising just a little more than before, “I could have helped you”
Hoseok couldn’t help but crack a laugh at the younger but it wasn’t
“I don’t know” Jimin moved away and Hoseok’s hand itched to pull him back to his previous position, soon missing the skin contact, “Maybe I can sleep with you! If you have nightmares I can wake you up”
“Ah hyungie will understand” Jimin paused for a second, considering if he should tell Hoseok, he decided there was no harm in telling him and so he said
“Yoongi had nightmares?” Hoseok’s eyes widened, it shouldn’t be surprising for the older had been going through a lot to be in his current position. There was blood staining his hands more than Hoseok would be able to endure.
The younger stiffened in surprise but soon relaxed as his back hit the mattress. When he turned to his side so he was facing Hoseok, he smiled warmly and curled himself against the older.
It’s some hours later when Yoongi arrived. Hoseok is sitting on the kitchen aisle, having lunch with Jimin when the older walked in the room, his
“Hyngie you are earlier today!” Jimin exclaimed excitedly as he jumped off his stool and walked towards the older, planting a long wet kiss on the older’s lips. Hoseok must
Hoseok felt as if he was interrupting something, something intimate he shouldn’t be allowed to witness. But his mind was somewhere else, eyes focused on Yoongi’s slender fingers tightening
“I came to pick something” Hoseok overheard but now his eyes were focused on the cold ramen in front of him, did they even had
“Ah are you leaving again?” Jimin pouted, but he understood.
“We both are baby, I’m sorry”
At that Hoseok turned around. He looked at Yoongi who also was looking at him then, eyes piercing but not cold. “Me?” He asked.
“Get yourself ready and I’ll wait you in the car”
“Ah I love this song” Yoongi taps the wheel in beat with the music.
“It seems like you do sir” Hoseok half laughs but Yoongi doesn’t seem bothered by it, he smirks faintly.
“Jimin hates it”
“Is that so?”
Yoongi nods, “He says it’s too cheesy even for him” There’s
The raven haired boy then decides to stop talking. It is weird, Hoseok notices, that the silence doesn’t feel overwhelming but something close to comfortable. Yoongi doesn’t say another word until they
“We are here” Yoongi announces when he pulls over the car. Hoseok walks out the car and looks around at the street. It looks like a shopping street with stores scattered along the road. They are small but they sure are
“Oh you mean Seong?”
Hoseok nods, it was the name of the man he had met when he went shopping with Jimin.
“You thought I’d let you walk around with that same suit for more than a week? You’ll ruin my reputation” Yoongi tooks a step closer, pointing at some part of Hoseok’s
Hoseok shooks his head, trying to shut up the small but loud inside his head. Yoongi frowns at his pale expression and takes hold of his arm, “Let’s get inside” He doesn’t