hoseok totally forgot yoongi was friends with taehyung; when yoongi showed up at taehyung's door while hoseok was in his bed, completely naked and half asleep, he nearly crapped himself on the spot. while frantically pulling on his boxers and jeans, he kicked the bedside table accidentally and cried out quietly in pain. this ended up in him sitting there shirtless, back covered in scratches from taehyung's nails and neck painted in purple. yoongi didn't look impressed.

"you, up. now." he demanded, finger pointing at the boy who looked as though he had just seen the monster children thought were under their beds. taehyung's voice could be heard behind them, but hoseok wasn't listening to the words he was saying. his stomach was practically burning with guilt and fear, his throat almost instantly drying up at the look in the oldest's eyes.

"h-hey...yoongi..." hoseok greeted, making a frantic grab at his shirt when yoongi's hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him from the bed. he hurried to put it on as yoongi pulled him closer and closer towards the door, and he looked back at taehyung, terrified. taehyung's hand then wrapped around hoseok's other wrist.

"what do you think you're doing?" taehyung interfered, giving hoseok's wrist a gentle tug. his grip was a lot gentler than yoongi's.

"i'm taking hoseok away, what does it look like i'm doing?" yoongi snapped in return. he was prone to that, especially when he was tired. hoseok could tell he most definitely was.

"what if he doesn't want to leave with you, huh? you can't just demand he leaves." taehyung pulled again on hoseok's wrist, but yoongi's grip still stayed stronger. it was beginning to hurt.

"yoongi, yoongi..." hoseok whimpered when it soon became too much, tugging his wrist from taehyung's weak grip and wrapping his hand around yoongi's wrist, pulling weakly.

"what, hoseok?" yoongi hissed.

"you're hurting me!" hoseok's voice raised, and with a final tug, he released himself and stumbled towards taehyung, who caught him easily.

"hoseok..." yoongi muttered, but hoseok was distracted by cradling his throbbing wrist in his other hand. there was red indents on his skin, and his palm was paler than it was before yoongi had arrived. "i'm sorry."

"whatever. just...come on. i'll see you later tae, okay?" hoseok gave taehyung a reassuring look, nodding as secretly as he could then turning to yoongi, giving his shoulder a light shove to make him move.

silence practically swallowed them whole as soon as taehyung's door shut behind hoseok. yoongi looked tired, extremely, in fact, and unimpressed. his eyes were half closed and hoseok was surprised he could even see. "why, hoseok?"

"i needed it." talking didn't stop hoseok from walking, he left yoongi standing in shock for a few seconds before he stumbled in line next to him, attempting his hardest to keep up. "taehyung takes good care of me."

"by fucking you?" yoongi most certainly wasn't impressed, it was obvious in his tone of voice. hoseok didn't reply until they left the apartment building.

"yeah, he takes good care of me. he makes me forget the things i want to forget. no string attached, easy." hoseok pulled his phone from his back pocket as he spoke, checking the time. 8:06am. "why were you at taehyung's apartment at eight in the morning?"

"jimin told me he saw you with hickeys, i got suspicious, my first thought was taehyung. i didn't think you'd stoop that low."

"excuse me?" hoseok snapped, stopping them in the middle of the pavement to face each other. a flare was burning in his eyes, carving holes into yoongi's eye sockets.

"why would you do that? just sleep around to distract yourself? it's so dumb-"

"well you're running around with dean, aren't you?" hoseok's patience had completely run thin and he believed he had no time for this - with no wait for a reply, he span on his heel and took off at an abnormal speed, just scraping through the crowds of business people beginning to form on the seoul streets. there was no indication of a chase, and eventually he slowed to a leisurely pace. his feet were burning and all he wanted to do was go home and eat ramen. lessons started again in a few days, the april holidays were moving too fast and he wanted to get at least a little bit of rest into the time he had.

upon reaching home, a figure was leaning against the wall next to his house. a person he hardly ever saw. namjoon, yoongi's producing partner and close friend, was stood there with his phone in his hand, obviously waiting for him. it made him sick to the stomach. not that he didn't like namjoon, of course he did. it was just never a good thing seeing the friend of a person you just snapped at.

"hey, hoseok hyung. can i talk to you?" namjoon had shoved his phone in his pocket and pushed himself up from his spot when hoseok had reached his door, his shaking hand attempting to put his key into the lock.

"if it's about yoongi, i really don't want to talk about it." his voice was breaking and he was aware he was going to have a breakdown, and he needed to do it out of sight. the stupid key wouldn't go in the lock.

"hyung, are you okay?" namjoon leaned over and tried to pluck the keys from the door, but hoseok pulled his hand away like he had been scolded. "sorry..."

"it's okay, it's okay. i just need to be alone. i'll...i'll text you when you can come back over, okay?" hoseok finally slid the key into the lock and twisted it, without awaiting for namjoon's reply he was into his apartment. the key almost broke as he yanked it from the lock and slammed the door.

while sliding down the door, his hand was back at his phone and he was ringing the one person he wanted to see.

"you didn't last long without me, did you?"

"come and keep me company. you know what to do."

"i'm coming, okay?"

"good boy. be quick."