Hoseok's heartbeat wouldn't slow down no matter how much he tried to calm himself when he entered the hospital doors, blue-encased orbs immediately searching for a mop of pink hair.

"Y-you're here." He heard a voice ring softly from behind him before turning around to see a teary-eyed Jimin fiddling with his sweater paws.

"Hey. Hey. You're alright. You're alright, Jimin." Hoseok didn't miss a second to start comforting the boy despite his lack of knowledge about the situation. With hands in front of him, he slowly approached the boy as if he were a fragile ornament.

Jimin shook his head, surprising the brown-eyed boy when he pulled him into a tight embrace, burying his face on the taller's chest.

The brunet had no idea how to react. How was he suppose to know how to comfort someone when no one had ever done it to him?

But he knew the basics enough to wrap his arms around the smaller who's sniffles were muffled by his chest.

"Is Yoongi alright? What happened?" Hoseok questioned worriedly after the sobs toned down.

"I-It's Doori. She's... she's gone."

The brunet tensed.

No.

He couldn't have heard that right.

The hospital was filled with doctors rushing around with strollers, nurses walking in their heels, papers flipping from the front desk, and whiny children in the waiting rooms.

The noisy building made it believable that he could've heard wrong... but the gut wrenching feeling in his stomach refused to pull him out of reality.

"W-what?" Was the only word that he managed to breath out.

That wasn't possible. He just saw her yesterday when she came to pick up her son and his friends from the hotel. She looked healthy and... alive. Jimin's words couldn't have been true.

"Hoseokie?" Jimin looked up to see the boy swallow a lump from his throat. "She's really gone..."

He knew the latter wasn't lying. The pink haired boy wouldn't even have the guts to think of telling such a cruel joke.

"Where's Yoongi? W-why does he need me?" Hoseok questioned, unsure of why he had to be here. "I-I don't think he'd want me to be here."

"Trust me when I say that he needs you." The smaller softly whispered, blue eyes dulling with every tear spilled. "I'll take you to him."

He pulled the brunet by the hand, guiding him through a less busier path until they stopped at a corner.

"He's around the corner." Jimin quietly told him before pulling the boy in another hug, sending butterflies to the brown-eyed boy's stomach at a not so appropriate time. "I gotta go now, d-don't wanna worry my parents."

With that he left, leaving Hoseok to panic. What was he supposed to do for Yoongi? How was he supposed to comfort him at a time like this?

Pushing those worries aside, he peeped into the hallway to see a mop of mint hair sitting stiffly on a bench in front of a door. A little head with shoulder-length hair leaned on his side, peacefully sleeping.

He slowly walked toward them, his footsteps faintly pattering on the tiled floor. Yoongi momentarily looked up, scoffing when he saw who it was before his gaze went back to the door ahead.

"I really can't go a few hours without you on my back, huh?" The older bitterly spat. "Why the fuck are you here, Jung?"

"Jimin called me to come here." He told the boy in a small voice, looking at little Yoonji who looked exhausted with her puffy eyes shut and doll-like lips pouting. Her cheeks were permanently tinted with a faint blush while her eyebrows scrunched every time her brother shifted.

"Of course he would." Yoongi snickered but there was no trail of amusement in his tone. He looked down at his little sister, lifting his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, exposing more of her tearstained face. "Ji's been crying this whole time but she finally got some rest."

"She looked happy and bubbly the last time I saw her." Hoseok said as he sat on the other side of the boy, leaving a small gap between them.

"Yeah... that's why I hate seeing her like this. She's usually strong for her age and doesn't cry over things." He admitted, keeping his eyes on his little sister to avoid having to look at the younger boy next to him. "One time she had to go to the doctors to get shots but she never cried despite whining the whole time about how much she hated needles."

"But these aren't just shots, Hyung." The other reminded him, eyelids blinking over blue lenses that covered his exterior flaw.

"I know."

"What happened?" He asked for the second time of the day.

"Got home after basketball practice and saw her on the floor in her office. Turns out that she went into cardiac arrest and none of the maids were with her at the time. Called an ambulance and my dad rushed Ji and I to the hospital but it was too late. Doctors declared her dead on arrival.

"She already had heart failure and I guess the sudden cardiac death just did it for her." Hoseok was surprised how composed the older looked after telling the whole story. He hadn't even cried and from the looks of it, he hadn't shed a tear through out the whole tragic event.

"Where's your dad?"

"In the room with her. I don't want to go in yet so I'm staying out here with Ji. I-I don't know if I can handle it." He finally looked at the brunet, letting the boy see his broken blue eyes, making him realize how close the older was to cracking.

Hoseok didn't say a word. He didn't know what to say on such an occasion because saying 'I'm sorry' was probably the last thing Yoongi wanted to hear.

He was caught off guard when he became aware of a weight on his shoulder, his heart skipping a beat when he glanced to his side to meet dyed mint hair.

"You know," Yoongi's tired yet velvety voice coursed through the close to empty hallway. "When I was little, she used to call me her little gummie. She stopped once I started complaining that I was too old for that name. I actually liked it... I was just embarrassed at the thought of her calling me that in front of my friends."

"So you told her to stop for your reputation's sake?"

"Basically... though sometimes I wish she never stopped." The older's sudden unguardedness towards Hoseok was surely not expected but he couldn't bring himself to complain. "I knew it hurt her a little to see me grow up but she still supported me no matter how much of a disappointment I was."

"You're not a disappointment, Yoongi." Hoseok frowned but received no reply.

Instead, a sob rippled through the older's throat, body shaking and face buried on the brunet's shoulder. He had never seen the boy so vulnerable- so... lost.

He shakily brought a hand up to hesitantly run his fingers through the mint-head's soft locks, trying to sooth the pain away despite knowing that the pain would never fully leave.

"Eomma... she was different from any adult I've ever met." The brown-eyed boy started once he felt Yoongi relax. "In less than two months, she had been more of a mother to me than my own. She made me feel like... feel like being different is something to be proud of. I've never thought of it like that until she talked to me about it."

Hoseok never considered his mother as an actual mother figure. To him, she was an addition to all the torture that he had to endure. It wasn't until Doori came around that he finally felt like he had a real mother who cared for his wellbeing.

But the world had its cruel ways to take her away too soon. As if he didn't deserve a mother's love.

While he's being punished for whatever he had done in his past life, so were the Mins. He couldn't help but feel guilty even when he knew he hadn't done anything wrong. He's used to blaming himself for every bad thing that had happened around him because so did others.

"She meant a lot to you too, didn't she?" The older questioned. He looked up, a red tint surrounding his blue eyes as a result from the stinging tears, and waited for the younger to respond. It took Hoseok a couple seconds before allowing a small nod which Yoongi sighed to, resting his head back on the other's shoulder.

Suddenly, the brunet's heart skipped a beat when he felt the boy's shaky hand reach for his, intertwining their fingers.

"I- sorry, I really need this right now." Yoongi explained, voice cracking the moment the tears found their way back to his defeated orbs of aquamarine.

The brown-eyed boy squeezed his hand as a response.

At that moment, Hoseok swore to himself to try his best to keep Yoongi happy as long as he had the will to live.

It hurt more to see the boy in pain than dealing with his own misery.

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A/N: I haven't updated in a couple days cuz I finally came to finish an assignment I had due next week but now I that it's over with, I can write freely. :)

I'm not proud of this chapter, I feel that I didn't portray Yoongi's feelings well enough at such a situation. I've luckily never dealt with a death of a close family member but that also means it isn't easy for me to write a hard topic that I've had no experience with.

I'm sorry, I'll try writing the next chapter better than this one. ;-;