"Y-yoongi?"

It was the voice of pure fear that made his eyes open, Yoongi's eyes widening immediately as the loud sounds of yelling and knocking startled him awake.  He immediately pressed to Hoseok's chest, shaking and confused, "Seok? What's going on?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Hoseok mumbled, kissing Yoongi's head, "I-I was trying to hide you from the royal court.... T-They found out.  Yoongi I don't know what they're going to do to you but I promise if they hurt you... I'll get them back okay? You won't be harmed without me paying them back."

Yoongi whimpered as the sound of the door being forced open echoed the house, Hoseok wrapping his arms protectively around Yoongi even though he knew he was nothing against the court.

The noises around them were drowned out by their heavy breathing and Hoseok's quiet, desperate sobs to keep Yoongi safe.  The smaller adult clutched to Hoseok's shirt, eyes wide and body alert.  He calmed himself, trying to stop Hoseok's tears instead of panicking himself, knowing that if he stayed calm, Hoseok wouldn't panic as much either.

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"You need to calm down."

"Just because you're not that much younger than me and Yoongi's brother, does not mean I'm not going to snap at you," Hoseok glared at Jeongguk, the boy sighing and shrugging in response to the words.  

Hoseok was incredibly worried, going to Yoongi's house where he knew the royal court would escort him to once done with him.  Whatever they do.  Hoseok was surprised he hadn't gotten punished yet, for all he knew they were using him to get to Yoongi thanks to him being one of the best thieves. Yoongi would be useful for them...

And the more Hoseok thought about it, the more he thought about the posibilities of them forcing Yoongi into the war.  Hoseok had come to learn that Yoongi was terrified of the war.  That it would cause him to cry due to fear.  His family all assumed his father was dead because of it so it'd be natural that as a kid he'd grown a fear of going and never returning, a fear that would travel to adulthood.

Jeongguk tilted head as Hoseok paced, Jeongin coming to sit in Jeongguk's lap, leaning into his brother's hold.

Then there was a knock.

Hoseok immediately opened the door, a masked member of the royal court glaring at him, shoving Yoongi into the house so Hoseok could slam the door, the small adult now in his arms.

Yoongi didn't seem reactive to it, Hoseok gently picking him up and sitting him on the couch, the small adult flinching as Hoseok's hand moved to turn his face towards him.

"Who the fuck did this to you," Hoseok mumbled, eyes wide as he inspected the long cut over Yoongi's right eye.  The wound started from right above his eyebrow, going down to his cheek, lining up with his lips, "You're so lucky it didn't hit your eye."

Yoongi nodded, Hoseok rubbing his thigh to relax him. The small adult took a deep breath, "Seok... can we do something....?"

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Each kiss never felt any less exciting than the last, only more so to be exact.  Hoseok knew Yoongi enough to know that it was helping him relieve stress from what had happened, the smaller straddling Hoseoks waist in what would soon be his assigned room.  

Yoongi's lips traveled to Hoseok's neck then ear, leaving soft kisses and bites along the skin. "What if we make my first memory in this room you ramming me into the mattress?"

Hoseok smiled, pulling Yoongi down to simply cuddle him, "Not right now, love, this was to relieve stress not to turn into a fuck fest."

Yoongi pouted, though nodding to the other male's words.  Hoseok pecking Yoongi's lips softly before the smaller tucked his face into the crook of Hoseok's neck, allowing the adult to speak, "What if we took a truck and left.  There's abandoned cities and towns everywhere.  If we get enough people invested..."

"Taehyung and Jeongguk," Yoongi mumbled, "They'd help.  Jeonggukie's stubborn and a brat but he'd understand."

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"Would you like and escort to the next town, sir?"

"No-"

"Say yes, you'll look less suspicious," The small male spoke, the royal court's white uniform visible even in the dark night, Hoseok's eyes widening, "I'm here to hurt you, Jung.  I'm here to help.  You were assigned to bring him to us but you care too much to listen to orders.  I admire you for that.  Not many will decline a request from the court to protect someone they love.  They'd rather risk one person than their entire family."

Hoseok was still frozen before nodding, gulping down excess saliva, watching as the young adult's smile grew happily, "Camp A right? Whatcha looking for?"

Their walk started with Hoseok avoiding conversation, but eventually responded, "Yoongi didn't get the picture of his dad, no one grabbed it for him.  He's asleep right now so I want to get it as a surprise.  Can you tell me who you are now?"

"Park Jimin.  Head of human health.  Not that I'm very important, the rest of the court doesnt care for me too much since i became a court member at uh- around 11?"

Hoseok nodded, pushing low hanging branches and ferns out of his path.  While he had softened Yoongi's attitude, Yoongi had made Hoseok adapt to being for defensive and quick, not not show too much emtion to strangers as they could use it against you.

He soon found himself outside the house, immediately pushing open the unlocked door to go through to Yoongi's room.

"So this is what Camp A is like..." Jimin hummed, Hoseok biting his lips as he grabbed the picture from the nightstand, Jimin taking it as a sign to continue talking, "There's only 2 bedrooms and 4 people were living here? It's really cramped."

"Not everyone is as fortunate as you," Hoseok muttered, "Let's go."

The walk back was much more annoying for Hoseok, the male walking about 20 steps in front of the younger so that if someone heard his footsteps, they'd miss hitting Hoseok.  Eventually, they parted ways, allowing Hoseok to climb through Yoongi's open window (To refrain from his family finding Hoseok's entry)

Yoongi was asleep so Hoseok settled the picture on his new nightstand before laying in bed with the smaller adult, holding his close, fingers running through his hair.

Before the Royal court gave him and order that made his hold turn protective rather than comforting.

"Kill him."