Chapter 1: Hands
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Yoongi’s foot crunched the ground underneath him, the sound of leaves breaking as he walked. The smell of pine through the air. His fingers were burning, the cool air around him causing him to wince a little. His face burned as he moved forward. He had always hated coming here when he was a small child. Yoongi’s grandfather always made him though. Made him leave his comfort and go where he hated. It was like his normal. His grandfather would make him come here- with the same flowers in his hand, offerings in the other, to spend the day here. To mourn. His grandfather would smoke into his face- the smell always made Yoongi wrinkle his nose in distaste, now though Yoongi smoked as well. Perhaps, that’s why Yoongi picked up the habit? He drew closer to the path, seeing the narrow strip of woods coming to an end. His eyes caught hold of the area, a wide clearing that leads to a small gate. Yoongi could see it. It was kept tidy. Clean and green. The ground had glorious flowers perched around. Yoongi had made sure to pay someone for that. His Grandfather liked for it to always look like this. Yoongi grew up with everything he needed- everything he ever wanted. Not a thing was denied to him. All except for one thing. One single thing Yoongi would never get. Why? You couldn’t buy it at the store- or have it made just for him. Yoongi just couldn’t have it. No matter what he did. Yoongi never had parents. No, that was one thing he could not be given. His mother and father both died in a car accident when he was too young to remember. As a result, he was sent to live with the most cold-hearted man on earth. His grandfather. The man gave Yoongi everything he could ever want, everything. Except for love. The man never showed an ounce of affection for Yoongi. Perhaps it was because Yoongi reminded him of his late daughter? Maybe because Yoongi was alive- and she wasn’t? Whatever the case- Yoongi grew up. The man taught him several things. A fine list truly. How to read. How to write. How to fish. He learned how to bullshit his way through conversations. How to be a man. Yoongi wasn’t grateful for any of those things. Why would he be? He didn’t need them for the least. His grandfather would give him everything and more. That’s the kind of life Yoongi ran, a pleasant and easygoing one- until Yoongi turned sixteen. When his grandfather’s company was overthrown. His grandfather was accused of many things including money laundering, stealing, fraud, and covering it all up. Yoongi wasn’t the closest to that man. But he knew he was hard-working. He knew that that man never cheated his way out of anything- which is why Yoongi knew that he was being falsely accused. How he knew that his life was purposely being destroyed. Yoongi kneeled at the graves, tipping his head forward. Smiling at his mother and father.
“I’m here Mom and Dad. I’m back.” Yoongi lowered the flowers, onto this father’s grave, his eyes scanning for anything. Hoping a little answer would come for speaking to the tombstone. Yoongi hadn’t been here in so long. Nine years. Nine years since he had come here. He recalls hating being here. Being reminded of something he didn’t have. Now- he was happy to be here. Happy to see something familiar.
It didn’t take too long after that, they took everything from his Grandfather. Everything that man worked his entire life on was just stripped away. Yoongi didn’t even take in the full details of what was happening- because as things began to give way, his grandfather took him to the airport. Made him leave. Made him leave behind his home. His entire life. Told him.
‘I’ve already set up a place for you to live. I made a bank account for you- and it will have all the funds you will need for school and to live peacefully. So, go. Go away from here- and never look back, son. Never let them see what they’ve done to us. You live a life happier and healthier. That’s what your parents would have wanted.’ Yoongi was so distraught at his words. The old man who never showed Yoongi any care- or worry was there. Telling him to leave. Yoongi recalls the argument he put up. Him telling his grandfather no. He would stay and help. He would fix things. His grandfather downright slapped him in the middle of the airport. ‘No. You have to go. You have to be different. You have to leave.’ With that, his Grandfather did something Yoongi never expected in a million years. He hugged Yoongi. ‘Do what I am telling you to do.’ Yoongi looked over to his mother’s grave. Just beside her- was a new one. One he wasn’t there for.
“Grandfather,” Yoongi spoke up, “I’m back.”
“So, Mr. Min- what type of house were you looking for?”
“I want an old one.” He lifted his head, “Near the river.” The woman turned to him,
“It’s such an old home.” Her voice was a bit annoying for him to hear, “Are you sure you’d like such a place?”
“I’m sure.” They drove for a while. Before Yoongi’s eyes caught a glimpse of it. Of the home where he grew up. He can recall running around the outside. Recall hating the sight of this place.
“Is it still for sale?” He asked.
“Yes. No one wants such a- home with a bad history. Do you know about it?” He knew it was a place he missed. The only place Yoongi could ever fathom calling home.
“I do.” The woman gave him a puzzled look,
“Shall we go inside?” Yoongi nodded. They got out of the car, Yoongi walking ahead of her. He reached the door, staring at the worn wood. He remembering practically beating down the door when got home from school. Remembers dreading coming in during report card day. Knowing full well he didn’t try at all in school. The realtor finally reached the house, fishing her pockets for the key. She opened the door, with a heavy push. The door creaked open, the lady waving her hand as she crossed forward. Dust seemed to pile every inch of the home. Yoongi took in the sight. He stepped forward, his eyes running along the walls. He can recall the rainy days when he traced the wall themselves. They crossed into the living room. Dust and cobwebs were littered the entire place. The sight would turn others away, but Yoongi knew it as home.
“A sight for sore eyes huh? Unless you’re ready to tear down the entire place and start from scratch-”
“I’ll take it.” The woman’s eyes were large, her head turning to him.
“Pardon me?”
“I’ll take it.” Yoongi repeated, “Have the papers drawn up. I want to move in by the end of the week.” She took in a deep breath,
“Mr. Min-” She paused, “You know about this place right? That old man killed himself here?” Yoongi’s eyes remained on the armchair. His Grandfather would sit there. He would smoke, watch over Yoongi as he ‘tried’ to do his homework. Where he would read his paper, and take his evening tea. “Are you sure you’d want such a place?”
“I’m sure,” Yoongi said without an ounce of hesitation.
“Well… I can recommend some redecorators? Someone to make this dump at lest livable.” Yoongi looked over at her,
“It fine. I just need someone to clean up. I can handle the rest myself.”
“Oh? Mr. Min are you by any chance a flipper? I was so sure-”
“I’m not,” Yoongi answered. “Send the papers over to my new office.” Yoongi recounted as he walked away.
Seokjin lifted his head, peering out of the patio. Mornings like this were gorgeous, the sun barely kissing the sky- threatening to retreat again if it does not like the way the sky plays. He woke up early every morning just to watch this. It looked beautiful, but he was sure he could see it even better from a certain place. Seokjin got ready for a run, slipping his phone into his pocket and earphones in his ear. He left his house, running down the driveway. He steadied into a jog, as he reached a certain break in the road. He drew into it, thick trees covering him as he moved forward. The cool air around him was peaceful, especially when he was running. It only took him a few minutes until he reached the river. Seokjin beamed at the roaring water- he looked up to the sky. It was perfect. Seokjin pulled off one earphone- the sound of construction could be heard behind him.
“What in the world?" Seokjin turned his head to the direction of the sound. Seokjin walked for a while towards the sound, until he peeked out of the overbrush. Moving trucks were outside. Movers brought in boxes, a few people working on the garden. Seokjin tilted his head. No one had lived here- not for a long time anyway. He wondered who was going to be living here now. The house was enourmas- the land as well. How nice. He wanted to buy this land- just so he could have the sight of the river- but now that wasn’t going to happen. He sighed, taking a step back. He should run home now.
Seokjin arrived home, the maid offering him a small grin as he slipped from his room to downstairs.
“Morning Father, Mrs. Kim.” Seokjin grinned a the two, as he took his seat. “I went for a morning run.”
“How was that Seokjin hyung?” Seokjin looked over at his brother,
“Odd.” The maid brought in his plate serving him.
“How?” His father asked half-heartedly as he read through his phone. Seokjin didn’t pay him any mind, looking back at his brother.
“Someone’s moving into that old manner near the river.” His father looked up at him,
“That place is a dump.” His father rolled his eyes, “No one would buy something like that, you must be mistaken Seokjin.”
“I’m not.” Seokjin responded, “There were moving trucks and gardeners. Someone’s moving in.” His father sighed,
“Well, I guess we have new neighbors.” Mrs. Kim smirked,
“We should invite them to our dinner on Saturday! I’m sure I’d love to meet the new family.” His father nodded,
“Who knows- maybe they have a pretty daughter we can marry you off to Seokjin?” Seokjin’s grin faded at his parent's words. “Go visit them, honey, we have to be nice to the new neighbors and all?”
“Uhu. I will.” His stepmother was equally as interested in the conversation. More focused on gossip now that she had the scoop. Seokjin wonders if he should have ever mentioned it? He looked over at his brother, who had an equally as enthusiastic face as the rest.
“Does that mean we can’t hang out by the river?”
“I’m afraid so.” Seokjin relented, “Unless the new owners say we can.” Taehyung leaned back in his seat.
“Taehyung?” The boy looked up, his father calling for him, “You have classes soon, you should get ready to head out?” Taehyung sighed but moved his plate forward. He stood up,
“See you all later then?” He walked away from the table, Seokjin watching him leave. Seokjin lifted his fork-
“Son, we have a meeting today. Try not to make a fool of yourself.” Seokjin pressed his lips together. His father always had a way with words, “One of our partners may have a daughter for you to marry.” Seokjin pressed his eyes closed. He had lost his appetite. All together. He stood up,
“Thanks for breakfast.” Seokjin went back upstairs, pulling off his shirt. He took in a deep breath, a pair of arms wrapping around him. Seokjin jumped up, eyes large as he looked back.
“Oh my god!” Seokjin pushed him away, “Namjoon- you scared me!” Seokjin called, “What are you doing here?” Namjoon gave him a smirk,
“Here to see my boyfriend.” He teased, “I missed you.” Seokjin opened his mouth sighing.
“How’d you get in here?” Seokjin asked, “What if someone found you?!” Seokjin pushed him lightly, “My dad will kill you if he finds you?!” Namjoon rolled his eyes,
“I’m willing to die.” He rocked forward, his hands slipping over Seokjin’s hips. “If it’s for you.” Seokjin beamed, sitting up onto his tiptoes. Pressing a kiss over his lips.
“Stop. I need to get to work.” Namjoon gave him a small smirk, “My dad will kill both of us if he found out about us.” Namjoon shrugged,
“I don’t care.” Seokjin moved a hand up, stopping him from giving Seokjin another kiss.
“Not now. Later.” Seokjin nodded to him, “Alright?” Namjoon sighed,
“Later? Do you want to head out for dinner?” Seokjin took in a deep breath,
“Yeah. I can do that.” Namjoon bit his bottom lip, pulling Seokjin closer to his body. “Stop… You’ll make me late.” Seokjin whined feeling Namjoon, hands moved up his back.
“You can be a little late, right?” Seokjin sighed,
“Yeah. Twenty minutes, alright?” Namjoon leaned closer to Seokjin, whispering into his ear.
Seokjin got to work, late. He quickly rushed to the meeting room, opening the door. Eyes fell on him. He knew what their looks called him. Lazy, idiot, and good for nothing. It would be great if it was from the people around him, but it wasn’t. It was all from his father. He took in a deep breath but quickly crossed over the room taking his seat at his father’s side. Someone quickly brought him coffee. Seokjin greeted the assistant with thanks as he took the coffee, lifting his cup to his mouth.
“Alright, so- as we were speaking before we were interrupted. The margin just isn’t meeting. I think we need a new partner.” Everyone at the table agreed. It went on. The meeting was uneventful. Just talking about meeting the new expectations. Seokjin wondered when it would be over. He hated being here- with the full presence of all the men around him.
“Ahh… How are you, Mr. Bae?” The man beamed at his father,
“Perfect.” His father patted the man on the back, “My daughter finally finished school- she’s back home for the holidays.” Seokjin perked his head up at that, glossing over his father’s face.
“Is she?” Seokjin hadn’t told his father- something pretty big. He was gay. He had a boyfriend and all. “Why don’t you come to join us for dinner at my place tonight? Bring your daughter- I’m sure she’ll love my sons-” He looked over at Seokjin. “He’s such a gentleman.” The man looked back at Seokjin, nodding.
“Will do.” Seokjin opened his mouth, pressing his eyes closed. He loathed what was going to happen. He was at the age of marriage. He was sure, his father was ready to throw him any family with enough money and a daughter. Seokjin was going to tell him, that he didn’t want to do it. That he wasn’t going to marry a woman. No- he was going to marry a man. A man who he cared for. He was going to tell him soon, even if it meant he would be disowned. Who cared? Seokjin was not going to marry some girl. That he was sure of.
Yoongi wiped away the sweat from his forehead, taking in a deep breath as he was sawdust a the door. He was going to stain it later. Then reinstall it to the entrance of his new home.
“Hello?” Yoongi heard someone’s voice behind him. He turned his head back, looking at the woman who was standing a good distance away from him. He pulled off his goggles to his neck- licking the sweat off his lips, staring at her. She was dressed nicely, pearl necklace over her neck. A white dress, and high heels in place. “Do you know where the owners are? I came to speak to them.” She was holding a cake in her hands, eyeing Yoongi’s body. Yoongi let out a sigh but turned back to the woman- giving her a small grin.
“That’s me.” He took off his glove, tossing it over the door. He moved forward quickly, reaching a handout. “Min Yoongi.” The woman was almost shocked, eyes large at the sight of him.
“You?” Yoongi nodded, she stared at his open hand. Before tucking her hand out, shaking Yoongi’s.
“Yes.” He responded, “Is there something you want?” The woman cracked a smile,
“No- no.” She shook her head, “I’m Mrs. Kim.” Yoongi took in a deep breath at her name. “I live next to you. We’re neighbors now!” Yoongi’s eyes moved to the road. She had to have driven to come here. No way she walked here- looking like that and holding a cake. “I heard you were moving in- so I decided to come here and give you some friendly neighborly hospitality.” She greeted to him, “Want to invite me inside?” Yoongi gritted his teeth, nodding.
“Yeah- sorry- would you like to come inside?” The woman nodded. Yoongi lead her to his home- he was fixing up the front door- so they just strolled in. Yoongi leads her to the kitchen, which was newly designed and refurbished.
“I love your kitchen. I should redo mine. Make it look more modern.” She handed Yoongi the cake. Yoongi took it placing it down on the counter.
“Would you care for something to drink? Water? Tea?”
“A glass of wine if you have it?” It was early. Noon early. Yoongi wasn’t one to care. He went to his fridge and pulled out a bottle. He took up a glass, pouring it for her. He moved to the table, handing it to her. “Ahh… Thank you.” Yoongi nodded,
“No problem.” She took a sip, lowering it and smiling up at Yoongi.
“So- are you a flipper or something?” Yoongi shook his head,
“No.”
“Oh? Sorry- I saw you working on that door outside-”
“I like fixing things.” Yoongi laughed. “Hobby of mine.”
“Makes sense.” She responded, “This home needs a lot of repairs.” She settled back on a chair in the kitchen, “So- where is your wife?” She looked around, “Still not ready to move in until it’s all done right?” Yoongi tilted his head,
“Don’t have one.” Yoongi gave her a crooked smile. The woman’s eyebrow moved up at his words,
“No? A handsome bachelor like you- living here all alone?” She shook her head, “Better watch out- a lot of women would poison their own husbands to get such a handyman like you.” She giggled, a little too much for Yoongi’s taste. Yoongi only nodded,
“I guess.” He chuckled along with her,
“So- what is a handsome bachelor like you doing here all alone?” Yoongi tilted his head,
“I’m moving back from America.” The lady seemed more interested. Leaning closer to him,
“Really?” Yoongi nodded, “Well- I’m sure you’ll find a pretty lady in no time at all.” Yoongi took in a deep breath,
“Not exactly.” He told her, “I’m not- into women.” Her eyes grew large at his words,
“Oh?” She looked shocked, “Didn’t take you for one?” For one what? “Well- I’m sure you’ll find a cute man. You seem well off?”
“I guess.” Yoongi smiled, trying his best not to show his annoyance. He wasn’t sure if he was pulling it off.
“What do you think about Korea? Is it fun to be back?” Yoongi nodded,
“It's nice. Everyone is much kinder.” She nodded,
“I bet.” She lifted her glass of wine. “Well, Mr. Yoongi- I wanted to invite you over to my house this Saturday. We’re having a dinner- and it would be lovely for you to join us.” Yoongi nodded,
“I’d love to go.” She squealed in glee.
“Great!” She was grinning from ear to ear. “Be there at 8.” With that, she finished her glass, chatting more and more with Yoongi. Yoongi tried to keep a friendly conversation going, even though he knew he didn’t want to speak with her. When she was gone, Yoongi sighed. Happy to be alone again. He knew who she was. Knew that she would come over- with enough interest. A new neighbor, one who they didn’t know a thing about. He was sure he was the talk of the town now. Good. He needed to have everyone's attention.
The evening had dawned in, and the Kim family was hosting another dinner. Another special dinner- one just for Seokjin. Or rather what would become of Seokjin. He was only invited to these types of dinners when- his father had already decided something. When the other person as well had decided it. That’s why there was a girl at his side. He didn’t like her. Well, Seokjin didn’t know her. His stepmother was happily chatting with the girl’s mother. Both of them conversing about children. How cute they’d be when they had grandchildren. This annoyed him the most. Their happy chatter, and glee filled eyes moving to him.
Seokjin was tapping his foot on the ground, he was late. He knew Namjoon was probably waiting for him- but he couldn’t leave. He would just have to call him later and apologize because Seokjin couldn’t just drop what he was doing. Seokjin’s family was having dinner- with a huge partner. He couldn’t help but stay, or else his life my be on the line. His father was making conversation with Mr. Bae. Both of them chuckling and drinking. He didn’t want to be here. Seokjin lifted his own glass to his mouth. The bitter taste, washing away a little of the anger that was surging through him. Taehyung was seated across from him, a frown in place. His brother was looking from his father- to his brother. Not trying to make things too obvious. Seokjin didn’t care, his eyes saying everything. Screaming almost to Taehyung. He wanted to leave. Or he was going to say something. Anything to get out of another goddamn potential fiance dinner. Taehyung sighed, shaking his head- staring straight at his older sibling.
“Don’t.” He kept mouthing to him. Seokjin wanted to leave. To get up and leave this awkward situation. He wanted to go to his boyfriend and not sit here and pretend that he was at all enjoying what he was living through right now. Because he wasn’t. He was used to these types of meetings. Dinners with potential fiance. They never really spoke with each other. It was more about how his father got along with their fathers. Seokjin knew that this is how the business worked but one thing he didn’t appreciate- was the fact that his life was his father’s business. His brother knew his distaste for the scene that was unfolding in front of them. Seokjin rolled the fork in his hand. Trying his best to unclench his jaw as both men cheerfully discussed their lives. That’s why he was giving him a hard glare. Telling him not to do it. Not to scream it out what he wanted.
“So-” Mr. Kim announced, “What do you think Irene? Of Seokjin? My eldest son?” He flashed the girl a quick grin. The girl’s eyes flickered up to Seokjin’s face. Seokjin hadn’t breathed a word to her all evening. She hadn’t either. Both of them only here because their parents instructed them to do so. They both knew that there was a previous talk neither of them were involved in. One that quickly decided both their future, namely together.
“He’s nice.” She gave a gentle laugh, Seokjin could hear her dismay. She didn’t like being here either.
“Nice enough to be a potential husband? Your father and I both think you’d be perfect together. So what you think?”
“I guess.” She nodded, looking back at Seokjin. “Mr. Seokjin?” His father didn’t wait a moment for Seokjin to respond.
“I think it’s settled then?” A grin ran over his father’s face. “Both of you are going to get married.” Seokjin took in a deep breath. No. He couldn’t keep this up. Not anymore, he looked across the table. Seeing Taehyung mouthing something to him. Probably to stop what he was going to do. That it wasn’t worth it. That he should just keep quiet- Seokjin, however, didn’t care for it. If he stayed silent now- he was sure, no- he was positive he’d be forced to marry this woman who he knew nothing about.
“No.” Seokjin’s words left his mouth. The cheery sound of the table drew silent, everyone in the room turning to Soekjin.
“What did you say?” Seokjin peered back at his father,
“I’m not going to marry her.” Seokjin sat up in his seat, “I’m gay.” The room grew silent. That was one hell of a way to come out.
Yoongi's fingers touched the railing as he walked up to the stairs. The creaking under his weight made a small smirk grow on his lips. Yoongi walked through the hall. Memories of his childhood running over him. He reminisced on everything. The sound through the home. The smell, the sight. The feeling. Yoongi wandered to his room. Boxes laid around everywhere. He moved slowly until he sat down on the bed. Yoongi lays flat on his bed. The room smells like smoke, his grandfather’s old room. Yoongi sighed. A lot had come through his mind. Yoongi had come back to Korea, after all these years to do what his Grandfather never wanted. He was here to get back at those who destroyed what his grandfather created. He was going to make sure every single person who was involved in his downfall paid for what they did to that old man. A lump formed in his throat, swallowing hard. He knew who was responsible for most of it. The Kim family. The one who lived right next door to him. They were at fault for everything that had gone wrong in Yoongi’s life. In the fact that the only man who cared for him was dead. Yoongi was going to get revenge on them. Demolish them just like they did to his Grandfather. He swore it.
“I’m sorry Grandfather,” Yoongi closed his eyes closed, “I came back.” He snickered to himself. He was going to do it. Even if that old man didn’t want him to- he was going to avenge him. To make them pay for what they old man had to live through. He killed himself a few months ago. Yoongi was his last family member. He wasn’t here for the funeral. He had it done from overseas- while he sorted out his business. He had made himself up in America. And then he shifted his company to Korea. He could operate from here. He had decided to open but another fraction of the business here. He didn’t want to keep hiding. To be away, while his family was already gone. No. Yoongi wasn’t going to do it anymore. He was here. He was home. He wouldn’t leave it again. Not until these people got what they deserved. He remembered what he taught him. Yoongi did. Don’t ever let them see what they’ve done to you. They didn’t see what became of Yoongi. Or rather didn’t care. He was an idiot of a kid. Everyone thought he’d become nothing. He thought he’d become nothing. But once Yoongi was alone- once Yoongi was left by himself in the world, Yoongi knew that wasn’t an option. Yoongi wasn’t stupid. He just had to apply himself, just had to force himself to become someone. He did it. Now, he was going to get his bearings and make sure the man who saw what became of his Grandfather was in ruins. To take everything he loved from him. To spoil it, just like he did for Yoongi.
Chapter 2: Without Me
Summary:
Place your bets
Notes:
Hello. I am watching old shows. Why? I have nothing else to do with my life. JK. I have homework. Am I doing it? No. There was a fire alarm that went off at my dorm. Umm... at 4:45 in the morning. I had been asleep for like 30 minutes. They left us out for two hours. I slept on the pavement. Then my roommate had to pee. So, we walked to the last dorm- and one of the doormen knew me because I bought girl scout cookies from a different door person- but he helped me find her. Short story is I am tired. And they ruined my sleep schedule. But I like this story and it needed a chapter two. Tell me what you think!!!
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Should Seokjin have come out the way he did? Debatable. Either way, he did it. It was out in the open. He was gay. His father had taken the news well. Well, no. That’s a lie. He was blistering in anger right now. Face, hot and red- leering and yelling at Seokjin. Seokjin would have preferred to do it in a gentle manner- one day he would have packed up all his shit and you know leave a note telling him he eloped with Namjoon. Then he wouldn’t be here for this.
“Do you know what you’ve just done?!” Seokjin’s father was fuming, The entire family was seated in the living room after dinner. The other family leaving once Seokjin’s not so secret got out. It wasn’t a happy- coming out sort of thing. More like they were going to shouting at him and Seokjin was just taking it.
Taehyung by his side, eyes large and staring at the carpet on the floor- trying his best to distance himself from his father who was flailing his arms in the air. Taehyung wasn’t the biggest fan of the shouting matches their father could put on. Their stepmother was at the end of the room, a drink in her hand. She did when he screamed. She drank, Taehyung pretended not to know what was going on- and Seokjin took it. It was like a ritual they were playing right now. Still, today- it felt odd. Seokjin rarely did much to earn one of these screaming fits. It was usually his younger brother who did something to land on the front paper. Or his step-mother who might have shared a little too much with some other person. Something small that would tick off their father. “You made a mockery of our family!” Seokjin himself held his hands on his lap. His eyes moving to his stepmother’s hands. Shaking. Seokjin could go for a drink right now. “Do you know what you’ve done to me?! To what I built?” Seokjin took in a deep breath, “You’ve made up lies- LIES TO GET OUT OF WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO?!” Seokjin turned his head upwards, his eyes shrinking as he stared at his father.
“Lies?” Seokjin voice was bitter. Seokjin’s head tilted as his father heard him speak up, “The only thing I did was tell the truth.” Seokjin stated, “The only lie that was happening was you promising me away-”
“You’re not a fucking woman Seokjin.” His father shook his head, “You are going to get married to a woman-”
“I’m not.” Seokjin recounted, “I’m gay. I’ll say it to the world if that’s what it takes-” At his words- Seokjin’s father moved forward- his hand moved swiftly, striking Seokjin’s cheek. Seokjin was blindsided, holding onto his raw cheek.
“Don’t you ever threaten me.” His father’s words sizzled more than his cheek, “You will do as I tell you. Or else.” Seokjin stared at him.
“Fuck your or else.” Seokjin turned back- quickly fleeing the room. That left the three other people there in silence. Taehyung ran his hand over the leg of his pants. He’d never thought this would actually have happened. His brother had told him for years- since his first proposal dinner- that he was going to tell their father. Taehyung stop taking him seriously a long time ago. Taehyung never thought he’d do it. In front of another partner nonetheless. Taehyung’s breathing was small, trying to make himself less noticeable. It didn’t work. His father turned to him, eyes large. “You!” His voice made Taehyung tremble, his mother in the back of the room sipping her drink. “Get out of my sight!” Taehyung swallowed hard, standing up. He quickly rushed out of the room. “I raised failures!”
Yoongi sat outside, cool air brushing against his skin. Moonlight is the only thing that illuminated his surroundings. It reflected in the rushing water. Yoongi remembered coming here when he was younger. Fishing in the river with his Grandfather during hot summer days. Running off at night to sit under the moonlight and use it to read his books- way past curfew. There were so many good memories. So many bad ones too. Yoongi remembers coming out here- during his birthdays. When he would get every single thing he asked for- but still felt empty. Yoongi would come here. Stare at the stars in the sky- and listen to the crickets. They were his only company on those nights. He missed this place. He never thought that was something he’d miss. Being alone- with crickets. One thing hadn’t changed. Yoongi was still alone, and the crickets were still here. Nothing really changed if you thought about it- but at the same time, nothing was ever going to be the same ever again. He leaned back on his spot, a rock that rested against the water.
SNAP! Yoongi drew his head back. He heard rustling coming from the other end of the forest, peering out. What the hell was that? He sat up from his rock near the water, turning completely to see what was making the noise. He was worried it was a wild animal- when a person ran through the clearing. Yoongi sighed in relief, thankful not to have to fight off a bear. It was just a person. Yoongi closed his eyes for a moment- before he remembered. He owned those woods now. Why was someone invading his property?
“Hello?” The figure up ahead seems to freeze up at his call. Yoongi could see the person’s outline with just the moonlight overhead. He was tall, built well. He was a he. That was about it. The man looked over at him,
“This is private-”
“I know,” Yoongi answered. They both remained silent, the sound of the woods around them taking over. They were both silents until the other man cleared his throat.
“You’re the only person I’ve ever seen here,” Yoongi could see that being true. Who would come to this part of the woods? To this creepy small place- and be close to such a terrible place?
“Yeah.” Was all Yoongi said? The man took in a deep breath, moving forward a little. Yoongi remained cautious. A person coming up to him out of nowhere in the woods? Of course, it’d make anyone more nervous. The moonlight was on Yoongi’s side tonight, the man’s face coming into view. It was handsome. The man offered Yoongi a small smile,
“It’s really pretty here.” He told Yoongi, “I like coming out here at night- watch the stars reflect in the water.” Yoongi’s eyes moved back to the slowly moving water. Indeed. The reflection of the stars could be seen. “It’s quiet here too.” Yoongi knew that was true. This place was his get away from his life when he was a youth. His escape from all he thought was hatred. From all his problems. “Beautiful isn’t it?” The man came up to Yoongi’s side. Yoongi was a little off-putting but sensed that the man would probably do nothing. Yoongi was staring at him. He felt familiar, much like the place around them. “I love this place.” Yoongi did too. “I heard there is a new owner,” The man gushed, “I hope he won’t destroy any of this,” Yoongi could hear the small smile in his voice, “It’d be a shame to rid the world of such a hidden treasure like this, right?”
“He wouldn’t.” Yoongi knew that for sure. He’d never touch this place. It was the only place he craved to be at while he away. While he was fleeing. “I am sure of it,” The man turned his head to Yoongi,
“Do you know the owners?” Yoongi scoffed,
“I do.” He did. “He wouldn’t touch this place.” Yoongi loved this place. His grandfather tressured it just as much as he did.
“You sure are close to them aren’t you? Are you the son or something?” Yoongi snickered a little, looking off to the side and stealing a glance at the man. He had his hands over his head, staring out at the moving water.
“Or something,” The man nodded, peeking over at him.
“You’re new aren’t you? You just come to town or something?” Yoongi smiled,
“No.” He shook his head, “Just getting back actually,” He was. After all this time, Yoongi was home. Yoongi was back where he belonged.
“Oh? You grew up here?” Yoongi looked back at him. He had such a curious look over his face. Yoongi truly wondered what he was thinking. What kind of conversation were two strangers having at such a time of night? “I never seen ya’ round these parts?” Yoongi’s eyes moved to him,
“Left when I was young.” He did. He has ripped away from it all, sent away to live alone- and to never return to the place he called home. To the place he missed. He was back.
“Must have been real young,” The man smiled, “I’ve lived here all my life.” He sighed, “Never seen you before.” Yoongi looked over at him.
“Have you?”
“Yup,” His voice was chirpy. Enough to make the awkward situation more tolerable. “I’m Jung Hoseok.” Yoongi’s face grew sheet white. He knew this man. Yoongi grew up here. Of course, he knew this man. The place where Yoongi grew up- the world was different. Everyone knew everyone. Everyone knew what happened to Yoongi’s family. To his parents. To his Grandfather. That Yoongi was gone. Probably dead to this world. He was as good as dead to the world. Yoongi remembers him. He remembers Hoseok. His father- a lawyer and his mother- some whore waitress. How did Yoongi know that? Everyone knew everyone's life in this kind of place. People were like cockroaches here. Crawling over each other the way only these types of people could. Yoongi was engulfed in this world once. Everyone knowing everything about him. Even now, he was more than sure word of someone living in his home was out. The new man in a world filled with vipers everyone knew. People wanted to know- who exactly was moving into their place. Yoongi swallowed hard, “And what did you say your name was?” Yoongi remained silent,
“I don’t believe I said my name at all.” Yoongi slid his hands into his pant pockets, “Yoongi.” The man moved his head back, staring at Yoongi. Yoongi knew why. “Min Yoongi.” His brow seemed to relax with word of what he had said. Most would be cautious though. Yoongi wasn’t too common of a name. But- he didn’t have the name. His grandfather- he wrote his name off when he sent him away. Yoongi was raised with his grandfather’s last name. Now, he used his father’s name. Min Yoongi. The man who everyone knew, but at the same time- not a soul knew.
“Ahh… I knew a Yoongi back in-” Hoseok paused, “Friend of mine.” He shook his head, “An old one.” Yoongi took in a deep breath.
“Right.” Yoongi moved back, “Nice meeting you, Hoseok.” Yoongi stuck out his hand, Hoseok turned to him. They stared at each other. Hoseok’s eyes moved to his hand, the man looked back up to his face. Hoseok took his hand, shaking it.
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
Namjoon looked up from the bar, staring at the door.
“We’re closed for tonight-”
Knock!
Knock!
Knock! The person was practically beating down his door.
“I said we are closed!” Namjoon said a bit louder. His words were minced, again another round of knocks coming from the door. Namjoon quickly moved to the door, throwing open the door. Namjoon’s eyes were large, at the sight. He threw open the door. “Seokjin-” He couldn’t finish his words, the other man practically jumping him. Namjoon wrapped his arms around him, Seokjin kissing him. Namjoon could taste it. He could smell it over him. Namjoon pulled his head back a little, staring at Seokjin. “You’re drunk?” Namjoon asked Seokjin wasn’t listening to him. He was trying to pull away Namjoon’s shirt. Namjoon was confused, why was he here? Why was he drunk? “Seokjin-”
“I’m going to tell everyone about us.” Seokjin breathed into his ear, “I don’t care what it does to us. I’ll do it.” Seokjin pulled back, smiling at Namjoon. “The world is going to know that we are together.” Seokjin took in a deep breath, “I want everyone to know what you mean to me.” Namjoon’s eyes were large. Was he hearing correctly? The words that were leaving his boyfriend's mouth true. Was he really going to tell people? They were together? Him- a bar owner and the son of one of the richest men in South Korea. The two men from different worlds. They had been a secret for two years. Namjoon would tiptoe his way to him, to make him happy. The man he loved. The man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Namjoon blinked hard,
“What?” Seokjin took hold of the side of Namjoon’s face.
“I don’t care anymore.” Seokjin gave him a faint smile, “I want to be with you. I want everyone to know- how much I love you Namjoon.” Seokjin was nearly in tears. “I want to be with you Namjoon. With only you.”
“Seokjin- I thought-”
“Saturday.” Seokjin nodded, “I’ll tell the world- we are together. That we are going to be together.” Seokjin took in a deep breath, “Marry me, Kim Namjoon?” Namjoon stared at his boyfriend. At the man who he loved,
“What?” Namjoon placed his hand on Seokjin’s chest, “Don’t play like that-”
“I’m not playing.” Seokjin took a step back, “Not once in my life would I ever play with you.” Seokjin stared up at the taller man, “I mean it.”
“Seokjin-”
“Marry me Kim Namjoon.” Seokjin’s teeth shown, “I want to be your husband Namjoon. I want us to have a future together. Forever.” Namjoon’s breath was stolen from him, “So please, say yes to me- to us?” Namjoon placed his hand on his cheek,
“Yes.” Seokjin’s mouth opened, “Of course I want to be with you.” Namjoon pulled Seokjin in, kissing him tightly.
Taehyung moved into the home. It was the farthest thing from silent in his home. He could hear his father shouting at his mother. It wasn’t unusual. What was unusual though, was that his mother was speaking back up. He had come home- later then his curfew allowed. Not unusual for him. He could hear his mother’s soft whispers and wondered if she was drunk- but her speaking with her husband meant she wasn’t. Taehyung’s nose was burning. He couldn’t feel his face, but the tips of his fingers touching the railing of the staircase. He was trying to sneak back up to his room, and not alert any of them.
“What do you think I’ll do!” He could hear his father scream, “HE’LL RUIN ME!” His mother tried to hush him,
“Taehyung is sleeping-”
“SO WHAT OF IT?! YOUR SON IS JUST AS USELESS!” Taehyung lowered his head a little. He was used to his father’s words to him like that. Taehyung wasn’t his first. Wasn’t the smartest, wasn’t the perfect son- his older brother was.
“He is your son as well-”
“WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? HE’LL RUIN OUR FAMILY NAME-”
“You are making a big deal out of it. He’s gay- so what? Lot’s of people are- it’ll make you look more-”
“Who the hell would marry him? I had people ready for it. Now, what am I supposed to do? Marry your son off?” Taehyung’s mother was silent.
“You promised me you wouldn’t-”
“I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO? SEOKJIN’S GONE OFF- AND I NEED TO FIND SOMEONE- QUICK BEFORE-”
“Give him an ultimatum then but just don’t use my son.” Taehyung could hear his mother speak up, “Please- we can find him a man if that’s what he really wants. I will find one- but don’t threaten my son’s life. He doesn’t deserve this- he is my only-”
“I don’t care.” Taehyung heard his father tell her, “One of them is getting married by the end of this year. To someone rich- or I’m going to disown them. Both of them.” His mother was hushed at that,
“Don’t.” He could hear his mother please, “Please- we can do something- I can do something. I-I we can just…”
“That is final.” Taehyung blinked. Was he just drunk? Was his father threatening to his own life now? He came to a halt. What was going on?
Yoongi was ready. He was prepared for the pain he was going to live through. He moved the drink in his hand. The dark liquid was gleaming through the dark kitchen. The smell of pine was over the home. It smelled like it did when he was alive. When his Grandfather would smoke his pipe- and read the newspaper at the table. Yoongi always wondered why he would smoke in front of him so early in the morning when he was a child. He knew why now. He wanted to watch him. To watch Yoongi eat his breakfast before he would have to go to his day. Yoongi always thought it was mocking. The clouds that would spread over the room, would make him queasy- and keep his distance. He smiled at the memory. Nothing would ever heal what they stole from him. What was taken away from him? Time was no medicine for what he wanted. Revenge would be the only thing. Yoongi was willing to do anything for it. To put those who wrong him in their place. That’s why Yoongi was here. To slip through the cracks- to ruin these people. He was here for only that reason. To put these people in ruins. To make them suffer as he did when he was young. Yoongi was prepared to give up everything for that sole reason. To gamble until there was either none of him left and he had done what he sought to do. He wanted to taste his revenge. To make them suffer. He was willing to do whatever it took. Even if it meant losing himself. Yoongi was going to win this, no matter the prize. The pain, the sorrow would all be worth it once those who hurt his Grandfather were dealt with.
Seokjin moved into his house. He had spent the night with Namjoon. His fiance. A smile came over Seokjin’s lips at the thought. He was going to marry Kim Namjoon. Seokjin was overjoyed at the thought. Whatever it took. He would do it. For him. The man he loved-
“Seokjin.” Seokjin came to a halt. He heard his father’s voice echoed through the hall. “Come join us for breakfast.” Seokjin turned his head back to his father. The man didn’t look at all concerned for his son’s disheveled appearance, “Hurry it up. I don’t have all day.” With that, he left. Seokjin held his coat in his arm, sighing. He hated seeing his father in the morning. He thought the man would be too upset to speak with him. It seemed like that was far from his concern. Seokjin slumped a little at the first step on the stairs. He knew by the way the man was behaving- that something was up. Seokjin swallowed hard, quickly- moving to the dining room. Seokjin entered, seeing one chair missing a member of the family.
“Where’s Taehyung?” Seokjin asked as he came to his seat, “Is he off binge drinking again?” Seokjin let out a small chuckle, earning him a heated look from his stepmother. The woman never cared for him. Seokjin didn’t care for her either. He loved his brother with all his heart- but she… was never his mother. She made it clear from day one. She pressed her red lips together. Seokjin lifted his drink to his mouth, his stepmother wrapping her arms around her chest.
“I’m going to throw you out Seokjin.” Seokjin looked back at his father. His words didn’t surprise him in the least. “You’re going to be disowned. Everything- is going away. You’re cars, credit cards. You’re also fired.” Seokjin took in a deep breath. He knew that that was going to happen. Going against his father- of course, consequences like this would occur. Seokjin was prepared for that. He knew what he was going against.
“I figured.” His father never looked up from his newspaper. His stepmother was quiet. She wouldn’t say a word for him. Those who spoke against his father were already gone. Soon- Seokjin himself would be as well. He looked over to the chair where his younger brother sat. He was never one for actually going to school on time- but it was unusual for him to miss breakfast- regardless if Seokjin was going to be thrown out of the family. His eyes remained on the seat, his brow curving up.
“Shouldn’t Taehyung be here? He has an early class today-” His stepmother looked his way.
“Taehyung is-”
“Taehyung is going to be married.” Seokjin nearly choked on his drink as he heard what they said. His eyes grew large at his father’s words. No. He was joking. Seokjin lowered his drink.
“What?” Seokjin asked,
“Your brother is having breakfast with his fiance.” His father said it in a bored voice, “Irene. The girl from last night.”
“Father-”
“Don’t call me that.” His father let out, “You are nothing of mine, you worthless parasite.” Seokjin stared at the man, “You made your bed, you will lie in it now.”
“He’s a kid-”
“So?” Mr. Kim spoke up, “He is my son. I will use him as I please-” Seokjin looked back at his stepmother.
“Are you just going to let this happen?”
“This has nothing to do with her. I decided this.” Seokjin looked back at him,
“He’s still in school-”
“So?” His father shrugged, “He’s old enough to marry off. He is going to inherit everything. Since he’s an only child now.” Seokjin shook his head,
“You’re joking. You have to be-”
“Do I jest Seokjin?” His father stared at him. A cold glare, “No? I thought so. Get your things- and leave. I don’t want to have trash in my home.”
“You’re doing this- because I won’t marry her? Because-- I’m gay?” His father’s eyes moved up to him.
“Yes.” He smiled, “Get up and get out.” Seokjin swallowed hard. He wasn’t going to do this. No way. Taehyung- he was young. He wouldn’t- “Oh? If you think I don’t know about the boy toy you have- you are deeply mistaken.” Seokjin’s eyes grew large,
“What-”
“I’m sure he will see very soon- how bad it is to mess with my peace. To come and threaten what I have given you.” The side of his eyes moved up a little, just for a moment to look at Seokjin. “You’ll have nothing the moment you walk out of this home Seokjin. Your pretend boyfriend or whatever- isn’t even going to know what hit him. When your broke.”
“He doesn’t care about that. So, don’t ever threaten me with him-”
“Oh?” His father smiled, “You decided to threaten me last night- with your small announcement for my dinner Saturday.” His father shook his head, “Think twice before you try to go against me, you child.” His father’s words sizzled far worse than the bruise on Seokjin’s cheek. “Get. Out.”
“You can’t do this-”
“Watch me, Seokjin. Nothing’s ever stopped me before.” Seokjin looked back at his step-mother, the woman holding the stem of the glass she was drinking from tightly. Seokjin knew she was already drunk. She didn’t care for him. Her son.
“Lady- you can hate me- but Taehyung is your son- tell him he can’t do this-”
“That is a family concern Seokjin.” His father smiled at him, “You are no longer family. You can leave. Now.” Seokjin stared at him. His father- Seokjin never expected anything less from this man. To make him leave- and forget being apart of the family. Seokjin knew that that was what he was awaiting from doing what he was planning on doing anyway. Still, he expected his father to at least fight him off on the matter- not force his other son to marry. Not force Taehyung into something Seokjin didn’t want to do. Not him. Not his little brother.
“You’re lying right?” Seokjin stopped in place, “You just want me- want me to tell you I’d do what you say. To do whatever you want me to do!” His father sighed, lowering the newspaper in front of him.
“Am I the type to lie?” Seokjin stared at him. His father never broke eye contact. Seokjin gritted his teeth, “Thought so.” He smiled, “Now, get out of my house.” Seokjin slid back his chair. Standing up.
“Fine.” Seokjin nodded, staring at his step-mother. “I thought you at least loved your son.” Her eyes were large at the sight of him. “If you do- if you love your son then do something. He’ll ruin him. You know he will.” She looked away from him, her eyes darting to the side. “I’ll leave.”
Yoongi took in a deep breath. He was so sure getting to these people would be hard. So hard. He had counted on that. But here she was. In his home, drinking his bourbon at three in the afternoon.
“What brings you to my home?” He smiled at the woman who was seated across from him. Yoongi knew everyone knew who he was in town at this time. This women, in particular, was quite the talk. Ms. Kim. Second wife to the man who he vowed to destroy. Yoongi was glad that she came here all on her own. He didn’t have to do a thing. She probably some lonely housewife, either a deep alcoholic or cheating on the man. Or both. But the Kim’s were very discrete. He knew that. If she was cheating on her husband- Yoongi would have better luck finding out who caused the London fire then if she was sleeping around. This woman, however; was currently drinking heavily. Drinking was never something someone can just hide. Not when she was this upset.
“My son… is meeting his fiance today.” Yoongi’s brow moved up. He knew she was young. Younger than Mr. Kim anyways. His second wife. She broke their marriage up when she found out she was pregnant. Yoongi wondered if she truly enjoyed her new life of luxury or got more than she bargained for.
“That’s great. How old is he?”
“19.” She gave Yoongi a small smile, “I got married at 19.”
“Seems a little young?” She nodded,
“It is. I-I was so sure…” She lowered her head, “He’d have a different type of life.” So, was that why she stayed with that man? To ensure her child would live peacefully. A mother was a nice thought, was it not? Yoongi couldn’t even recall his mother’s face. Never had a mother figure to help him, walk him through life. Nurture him. Life itself was never nurturing. Never protective. His skin was thick now though. Yoongi could take everything that was thrown at him. He had nothing to lose.
“What do you mean?” She held the dark drink in her hand.
“My step-son.” She took in a deep breath, “He fell through-and is now off to live with his new boyfriend.” Yoongi’s brow moved up,
“What?”
“His first son.” She repeated, “He’s always been his favorite. Now- he wants to ruin everything he was born into.” Yoongi tilted his head,
“Must be some real man to make him do all this, what does he do?” She scoffed,
“I’ve seen around our home. He owns a bar in town. Commner.” She bit her bottom lip, “I can’t believe the nerve of the idiot. He’s probably just using him for money,” She smirked, “But his daddy cut him off.” Funny how much you can find out about people when they were just drunk enough.
“His father cut him off?”
“Disowned him actually.” She shook her head, “I was glad at first- but then… everything was pushed off to my son. My only son.” Yoongi’s brow moved up,
“Can’t you do something about it? Get him out of that?” She shook her head,
“No way.” She bit her bottom lip, “Unless big boy decides to come back- and marry someone rich my son is going to marry some rich man’s daughter.”
“Could be worse?” Yoongi smiled at her,
“How?” She sighed, “I wanted him happy. I promised him that much at least.” Yoongi looked down at her drink, “He’s being sold off like some prized animal. And here I am- his mother only being able to watch.”
“Is it set in stone?” She looked back at Yoongi,
“No, of course not.” She bit her bottom lip, “My husband- he so sure that without money… his son will come crawling back. Begging him to marry her. But… I have other thoughts for that man.”
“Are you counting on that?” Yoongi smiled at her,
“I am.” She shrugs, “Or rather I know so.” Yoongi took in a deep breath,
“Mrs. Kim?” She looked up to him,
“What is it?” Her lips were pinched together, her brow’s not moving. She was young, but the stress all of this was putting on her was surely causing deep wrinkles to start to form around her mouth.
“I am a stranger to you- why are you just telling me all this-”
“You are new to this place. None of my friends-” She shook her head, “I have no friends. I thought someone like you would hold no position. Which makes you a middle ground.”
“Someone like me?” Yoongi asked,
“I thought you said you were gay, no?” Yoongi’s brow moved up. What did that have to do with anything?
“I did.”
“Then?” She took in a deep breath, “Isn’t that what your people do- listen to women? Give us advice?” Yoongi scoffed,
“Hardly. Your step-son isn’t listening much, is he?” She sighed, closing her eyes.
“My son’s gay too.” Yoongi was caught off by her words, “He told me a few years ago…” She smiled, “I nearly lost my mind. What was I going to do? A gay son- in a world like this?” She shook her head, “But I promised him… it would be alright. I was so sure it would be- as long as his older brother did as he was told, that my son would marry a man he loved. But now- he’s going to be forced to marry a woman if I don’t do something about it.”
“What would you do?”
“Yoongi? Where is your family?” Yoongi stared at her,
“My mother and father passed when I was young.” He took in a deep breath, “I’m an orphan.”
“Is that why you are so open about your sexuality?” Was that the reason?
“I guess?” Yoongi shrugged, “I just- am.”
“You make good money.” Yoongi nodded,
“I do.” Yoongi sighed, “I own companies in America.” She smiled, “Why?”
“Yoongi?” She looked up from her glass, “Would you join my family?”
“For dinner?” Yoongi asked, “I already agreed to go on Saturday-”
“Not for dinner.” Her voice was cold, she wasn’t one to play. Yoongi could feel that already. “I want you to marry my step-son.” Was Yoongi the only gay man on her mind?
“I’m flattered but-”
“You’re Korean. You’re good looking. You’re wealthy,” She nodded, “You tick off all the boxes I need. You’d join a wealthy family. A powerful one.” Yoongi stared at the woman. Was she lying?
“I don’t know-” He took in a deep breath, “Your husband is set on a woman-”
“I can make him reconsider. His favorite son is gay. You’re rich. It’s much of a better deal than having a poor man joined at his son’s side.” She smiled, “Besides… my stepson isn’t ugly.” She smiled, “Quite the looker. Handsomest in town.”
“Not that into the idea of being married off. Especially if I have the grand opportunity to chose a partner.” He smiled, “I don’t even have a family. Who’d want me-”
“Your money speaks more.” She smiled at him, “You seem like the type to favor smart deals. This is one. You’re a gay man- and opportunities like this- don’t come often.” She lifted the glass to her lips, drinking. “My family is grand. We could do well together.” Yoongi smirked,
“Even if I wanted to- your step-son is set on being with a bar owner.” Yoongi sat back in his seat, “If the threat of all his riches being stripped away isn’t enough- then what will cause him to change his mind? Surely marrying me isn’t one? I’m a stranger.” She nodded,
“I’d take care of it.” She nodded, “He’d agree. I’d guarantee that to you.”
“What would I have to do?” Yoongi smiled, “Just marry him?”
“Yes.” She nodded, “Marry him. Become apart of the family. Then- my son will be allowed to do as he pleases once again.”
“So- I marry your step-son, to make your son’s life happy?” Yoongi shook his head, “Still seems like I’m getting the short end of the stick here?”
“You’d get the company.” She spoke up, “A good percentage just for marrying.” Yoongi’s brow moved up,
“Is that right?” She nodded.
“It’s a deal. Money is always involved. You would be getting a grand amount.” Yoongi tipped back in his seat, “I wouldn’t ask this from just anyone-”
“Because not everyone is a rich gay man.” Yoongi nodded, “I’ll consider it. Is that enough for you?” She stared at him.
“It is.” She placed her empty glass on the table. “I know- this a lot to ask for… especially from a stranger like me. But this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you.” She nodded, “So please, consider it?” She pushed her seat back, “Thanks for the drink. I’ll be sure to pay you back.” Mrs. Kim slid a paper over the table. “Call me when you decide.” She stood up, Yoongi quickly standing up. “Walk me out?” Yoongi nodded. He leads her out. He closed the door behind her. He smiled to himself. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity alright. He would get into the family he was going to destroy. This was a good first step.
“His favorite son, alright?”
A few days had passed. Seokjin ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t shake the thought of his younger brother. Being sent off to meet strange women- to force interactions which he knew he didn’t like. The boy- his little brother being forced to marry off to someone. Seokjin couldn’t do anything. He was stuck.
“Seokjin?” He drew his head up, staring up at Namjoon. Seokjin gave him a faint smile, “What’s wrong?” Seokjin sighed. Namjoon could just see it on his face. The fact that he was falling apart.
“Taehyung.” Seokjin confessed, “He’s getting married.” Namjoon’s brow moved up,
“To who? I thought he was just a frat boy-”
“He is.” Seokjin nodded, “But now… he’s going to get married.” Namjoon shook his head,
“Your family is insane.” Seokjin nodded,
“I guess it’s all my fault.” Seokjin sighed, “Now he’s going to suffer.” Namjoon reached his hand over the table, placing it over Seokjin’s.
“I’m sorry. I know how much you love him.” Seokjin’s took in a deep breath, “Is there something I can do?”
“Unless you can help me sneak into my house and steal him at night- then no. We can’t do a thing.” Namjoon bit his bottom lip, “I didn’t want his life to be like that. To have to suffer from someone who he doesn’t love.” Namjoon frowned,
“I don’t know what to tell you. He’ll make though- he’s a strong kid.” Seokjin knew otherwise. Taehyung wasn’t. He couldn’t stand his father screaming. He didn’t like confrontation. He wasn’t that good at business. He wasn’t one to take lead in the company. Taehyung was supposed to be spared from that life. From all of it.
“I hope so.” Namjoon smiled at him. Namjoon made it feel less bad. “I love you.” Seokjin told him, “Sorry all your new fiance can do is complain.” Namjoon shrugged,
“Comes with you. I know that the moment I fell for you.” Namjoon told him, “Like how you have to put up with how clumsy I am.” Seokjin giggled, “There it is. Don’t stop laughing. Taehyung wouldn’t want you to.” Seokjin looked up,
“Excuse me?” They both turned their heads back to the front of the bar. Namjoon turned back,
“Sorry- but we aren’t open for business just yet-” The man was dressed nicely. Seokjin sat up from his seat, staring up.
“I’m not here to drink.” The man said, “I’m from the bank.” Namjoon’s brow moved up, “Can we speak?” Namjoon turned his head back to Seokjin,
“Yeah-yeah of course. I can speak. Umm... “ Namjoon left from behind the bar counter, “Come to my office?” He leads the man away. Seokjin tipped his head a little. What did the bank want? He didn’t like this at all. He knew what was the cause. Or rather who. His father had to do with this. He was more than sure of it. He had threatened him beforehand. Seokjin knew that he wouldn’t just sit back and let him live his life. Seokjin stood up from his seat and moved to where Namjoon had gone in. He was very quiet, opening the door slightly.
“You are in debt. Over 50, 000. The bank wants it’s payments- before the bar is repossessed-”
“But my bar has nothing to do with my debt-”
“It is an asset. The bank wants its money back. So, if you don’t pay for the last two months by the end of this month it will be taken.” Namjoon seemed to grow silent.
“I need some time-”
“There is no time. The bank is tired of waiting.” Seokjin bit his bottom lip. “You have by the end of the week to give us a call and tell us if you’ll be able to pay.” The man turned back, “That’s all.” Seokjin moved away from the door, the man leaving. Seokjin watched him leave before Namjoon came out of his office. Namjoon looked over at him, “What are you doing here Seokjin?” Seokjin’s skin crawled. He knew this was only the start of the torment his family was going to put on him. For going against them. They started strong. With his little brother- now, his fiance. They were going to spoil it all.
“I-I was just waiting for you.” Seokjin gave him a small smile, “Was it alright?” Namjoon gave him a weak smile,
“It will be. I’m sure of it.” Namjoon was better at lying, but Seokjin was better at reading. He knew this wasn’t good. He knew that the bar was Namjoon’s everything. Seokjin didn’t want him to suffer with him. Didn’t want him to have to endure what he was supposed to. Seokjin was the one who had to carry it all. Now, he had left that life- he was placing it over Namjoon now.
“Joon!” The front door opened again, a young man coming inside. It was Namjoon’s little brother. Jungkook. “I’m home!” This was their home. This bar. Was there everything. And here Seokjin was, ruining it all. “I’m gonna run up and do my homework.” He told Namjoon, “I’ll cook dinner tonight alright?” Namjoon nodded,
“Yeah- yeah that sounds great.” Seokjin knew why Namjoon was in debt. It was for Jungkook’s schooling. The boy was smart on his own, but the tuition was an idiotic amount. Seokjin knew. His father paid it for him. Paid for Taehyung. Maybe it was because they were from two different worlds. Maybe it was because this wasn’t the end. He was sure of that. If his father wanted something, then he would get it. Seokjin was sure of it. He lowered his head. This wasn’t going to end well. Not in the least. There was no way he’d ever get his fairy tale ending. Not with Namjoon. With Seokjin around, there was no possible way for them to be together. Seokjin knew that. Seokjin could fix Namjoon’s problems. Help him live the life he deserved. But not here. Not with him. With Seokjin at his side, they would both be in ruins.
Yoongi smiled, holding up his glass of wine. Yoongi was so sure, that it would be hard. That his life would be hard. It wasn’t. He was going to do what he had to do. This fragile world this man had built up, would crumble between his hands. Turn to dirt in their mouths, and have them swallow their guilt. Taste their pain, as Yoongi did. His favorite son would be the start. He’d save the man. Save him for now. Gain access to their family. Become like one of their own, and then he’d watch them fall. Yoongi wasn’t around to see the end of his grandfather, but he was sure- sure more than anything that Yoongi would see the end of the Kim family. It was all going to start with one man. Kim Seokjin. He lifted the paper in his hand, holding it over his lips. There was no other way. This was the chance he needed. A once in a lifetime opportunity. He was going to do it. Marry Seokjin. Take the company. Take back everything they took from his grandfather. Yoongi would do it. His soul, his conscious was all gone. He sold that to the devil a long time ago. He began to dial on his phone, bringing up the phone up to his lips. It rang twice before the line picked up.
“Hello?”
“It’s Min Yoongi.”
“Yoongi?”
“I considered what you proposed.” He could hear her grow silent. “I’ll do it. I’ll marry him.” She smiled over the phone,
“Perfect. I’ll run it over with my husband. Saturday- we will announce it.”
“Is he going to say yes?”
“My step-son is home as we speak.” Yoongi smiled over the phone.
“You made him change his mind?”
“I said I’d work my end. Just keep yours.” Yoongi nodded, “I’ll see you?”
“You will.” With that Yoongi turned off his phone, letting it rest over the table.
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Chapter 3: Here comes the... Groom?
Summary:
It's raining. It's pouring and I'm bored.
Chapter Text
Seokjin picked at the napkin in front of him. Yoongi’s eyes wandered the room, the sound of soft music playing around them.
It took two months. Two entire months for Seokjin’s entire life to be turned upside down. Here he was, at his wedding to a stranger. Namjoon hadn’t called him. It was for the best. Seokjin’s family was volatile.
“So… What’s your favorite color?” Seokjin’s gritted his teeth. This was the second time he had heard this man’s voice. It was chilling. It sent shivers down his entire spine and made him want to vomit. The man at his side was Yoongi. Min Yoongi. A very rich man, who somehow- came into his world in a time of need. His father had thrown him out. Seokjin was prepared for it. He was. But the thought- of Taehyung suffering, Namjoon suffering all because of something selfish he decided was unbearable. He couldn’t do it to them. He loved them too much. So, if he had to marry a complete stranger- then he’d do it. He’d marry this man at his side. As a matter of fact, he already did. This was their reception.
“Blue.” Was all he responded. This was their first full-length conversation. Well, as much as Seokjin would allow. He was here by force- yes, he agreed to this but he wasn’t happy about this. Seokjin always pictured his wedding to be a happy event. One of joy- one of pure happiness. Not this. Not this pain that was welling in his chest. Namjoon was supposed to be the man at his side. The one smiling back at the crowd. Not this stranger. Not Min Yoongi.
“Son?” Seokjin lifted his head, his step-mother was there. She had a bright smile over her face. She was happy. Seokjin knew that she’d prefer it be him then her son. He supposed it was fair. If his mother was still alive, he was sure she’d do the same. “I think it’s time for the first dance?” Seokjin stared at her for a moment. Was she speaking to him? To Seokjin? Was she telling him to get up- and dance with a man he’s never touched? To come into contact with him? They told him to marry him. They told him to be here today. They didn’t tell him he had to like him, and most certainly not dance with him.
“What?” Seokjin tilted his head. She wasn’t speaking to him, no she was not.
“Seokjin- it’s time for the dance. You have to go to dance with your new husband, no?” Her lips were in a tight smile. Seokjin wondered, why this woman was acting like this. Why she was overjoyed because Seokjin would prefer she never spoke to him ever again.
“I don’t dance,” Seokjin responded, leaning his head over his arm, a bored expression running over his face. He wanted that to be the end of it. Seokjin wasn’t going to dance with this stranger. He refused to. He was so sure that this other man agreed with him but-
“I do.” Seokjin’s long-lashed batted, as he looked over to stare at the man. He was very difficult for Seokjin to look at. Perhaps it was because all of his hatred was directed at this man at this moment. His hair was platinum blonde. His skin was pale, scarily pale with matching lips. Seokjin was concerned he had low iron pale. His suit tux was quite… untraditional. Well, this entire event was untraditional so maybe it wasn’t oo odd. It was nicely fitted, the red outfit was adorned with silver trinkets, small designs on the chest. His tie was black. Seokjin, in turn, was dressed traditionally. A black tux. It would be completely normal- but it wasn’t completely normal. Because of course it fucking wasn’t. Seokjin tie was red, a wine red that complimented his new husband’s outfit. That was an ugly thought. Husband. Seokjin’s eyes moved to the man at his side. He pushed back his seat, standing up. Seokjin looked at him. His glare clear with distaste. Seokjin didn’t want to touch him. Be near him. Leer at him. Nothing. This ceremony was stupid and Seokjin just wanted to go- “Come with me?” His hand was outstretched to him. Seokjin stared at his hand. The hand was large and pale. Seokjin wondered if he was some sort of a vampire. Perhaps he was? Seokjin swallowed hard, knowing that the room was watching them now- after he got up, they had an audience now. Seokjin let out a deep breath, his hand moving up- and placing it over the other man’s. Cold. It was so cold. Seokjin felt his legs carry him, as the moved slowly to the center of the ballroom. There was no expense missed for him. Everything was set up- of course, it was. Seokjin didn’t know who did it because Seokjin didn’t want to get married. They came to a halt, and they both stared at each other for a moment. Neither knew where their hands would go. Seokjin didn’t know what to do. Because- he didn’t dance, not for fun or sober anyways. Yoongi’s eyes were filled with dread. So much dread that Seokjin was worried he’d get scolded for not knowing what to do. It took a moment, only a single moment- and Yoongi scoffed.
He moved forward, quickly, a hand was over the small of Seokjin’s back. It was tight, his left hand being taken up by Yoongi’s right. He was going to lead. Seokjin didn’t take him for a dancer. The man began with a simple movement, but over time- they became exaggerated and grander. Seokjin practically being used to sweep the floor. He wasn’t too close to Yoongi. The space between them was enough for another person to come and stand between them. It was fair. The man probably knew that Seokjin disliked him more than anything else right now. Seokjin wasn’t even paying mind to what was going on. He too busy focused on the look in this man’s eyes. It was odd. Everything about him was off. He was pale, he was so cold, he was so mysterious. Seokjin was scared of him. He was so caught up on that. So distraught at the sight of his new life partner that he missed the sound of the people that had begun to clap for them. Seokjin’s wandering mind was brought to a halt. Were people clapping for them? He looked back at the man. His face was odd, a small smirk over it. Seokjin hated the sight of it, hated it more than the wedding, then this man in all. Seokjin placed his own fake smile over his lips, and he leaned over, so close to Yoongi. So close to the man, he could feel the hairs on his neck stand, his smell overflowing in memory.
“Fuck you.”
Married life is said to be life-changing. Seokjin thought it wouldn’t be. He would just sign a piece of fucking paper and be back at his home by evening that night. He was wrong. Very wrong. Right after the reception, he was told to get into a car. Seokjin was so fucking sure of where he was going. Home. He was supposed to go home.
Life had other plans for him. He was put into a limo. A limo that was going to take him home- Seokjin was wrong. It drove a different path and took a while. That should have been the first sign that things were not going to go his way. No, it drove him and Yoongi to the airport. Both of them stayed silent. So silent, that the only thing Seokjin could think of was death. This is what it must have been like. The man didn’t say another word to him since they left their reception. They were just two strangers- two strangers sitting alongside each other on a car ride. Seokjin wondered what the other man was thinking. What he was thinking about being married.
“We are here.”
Seokjin and Yoongi lugged their bodies out of the limo and straight into the airport. They were allowed to change in the bathroom- and then, they were on their way. Someone planned this all. Seokjin wondered who. He didn’t even know where he was going. He didn’t know what was going on. He was on a private jet in no time at all. Yoongi was smart enough to sit far away from Seokjin, allowing him time to get comfortable. Seokjin wasn’t a fan of being in silence for too long- so he put in his headphones, and began playing music. He had lost track of how long he had been on the plane, his eyes staring only at the phone ahead of him. It was all that until he felt a nudge at his shoulder. Seokjin pulled out one of his earphones, looking up. He saw him, his eyes focusing on Seokjin.
“The flight’s just started. Do you want a Xanax to go to sleep?” Seokjin rolled his eyes,
“I don’t need it.” He huffed, sitting back in the seat, “I’ll just go to sleep like a normal person.” Yoongi didn’t move from his spot, reaching into his pocket instead and pulling out a small pill. He looked it over in his palm, and then back at Seokjin. He took a moment before he threw the pill into his mouth while staring at him straight in his eye. “Ughh…” Seokjin made a look of distaste, “Why do you even have Xanax?”
“I have… issues. Or that’s what my therapist says anyway.” Yoongi shrugged, “Hawaii is like still ten hours away. Get some sleep if you can.”
“Hawaii?” Seokjin’s brow moved up, and before he could get anything else in- Yoongi turned away and went back to his seat. Seokjin wondered what that entire thing was- but that didn’t matter. Where were they going? “Hawaii?” His voice was loud, Yoongi only groaning.
“Shut up. I don’t want to have to listen to you the entire way there.” Yoongi leaned back in his seat, his eyes shutting. Seokjin only stared at him, arms crossing over his chest. Why the hell were they going to Hawaii?!
Hawaii. Heat. Those two things- should be side by side and married. Because right now, Seokjin was married- in Hawaii and hot. He was so hot, his hair was sticking to his forehead, sweat was pouring down his body, and all that before it was even bright out. They got to Hawaii at around four in the morning. Yoongi was only just then getting up from his drug-induced sleep when they landed. He stayed the way he had before. Silent and pale. Seokjin wondered if he knew what it was like to be in this type of position. Or what kind of a place he was putting Seokijn into. He was the only famous gay man in the entire country. Seokjin lucked out- or well his family did anyways. Selling him off like sheep- he hated. This would be a fun place to visit- if it weren’t him on his honeymoon. He hadn’t seen Yoongi since they got back to their suite. He hadn’t left the bedroom since they got there. Seokjin was a little angry. He wanted the bedroom, he wanted to sleep but here this other man was there. He was not trying to share a bed with a stranger. Seokjin decided to leave the suite. He had on shorts and a tank-top with some slides. He was trying his best to not show how distraught he was. For the past 24 hours, everything was insane. Everything was unusual. Seokjin went down to the lobby, looking around. Yoongi checked them in. They congratulated them when they arrived, there was even a bottle of champagne on ice waiting for them when they got to the room. Yoongi cracked it open and downed it. Right in front of Seokjin. It wasn’t just his bottle, it was Seokjin’s too. It was odd. All of this. Seokjin left the hotel and went into the street.
Seokjin sat down, staring straight at his father,
“I don’t want you to make Taehyung marry so woman.” His father held a smirk over his lip,
“You don’t have any right to tell me what to do. You aren’t apart of this family anymore-”
“I know.” Seokjin nodded, “I know I said that before- but… but I don’t want to force him into that. Taehyung- he shouldn’t be forced into something like that.”
“So?” His father’s brow moved up,
“So, I’ll be the one to get married.” Seokjin nodded, “I’ll get married so he doesn’t have to-”
“You told the world that you were gay. How do you suppose I find someone for you to marry now?” His father shook his head, “You are a good for nothing that isn’t even worth my time anymore-”
“Honey?” Both men turned their heads to the side of the room, Seokjin’s stepmother there. She had her arms over her chest, a sullen look over her face. “You came back to Seokjin?”
“I’m not in the mood to speak with you.” He looked away, “J-just go-”
“Why is he not worth your time? He’s your son-”
“He ruined our family name. Coming out to the world-”
“It’s not that bad.” His stepmother had a certain tone, “He’s young. Handsome. I’m sure a good man will want him.”
“Who’d want him?” His father rolled his eyes, “He ruined his family. I’m sure no sensible family would ever let their son or daughter marry him-”
“What about someone who doesn’t have a family?” His father stopped, and looked back at her,
“What?”
“I think I found someone who can marry him.” His father scoffed,
“If you did, he’s probably some lowlife-”
“No.” His stepmother shook her head, “He’s very successful… just can’t find another gay man his level.” She smiled, “We can marry him off to him.”
“Would he ever agree to something like that?” His father wasn’t listening to what was going on.
“His name is Min Yoongi. Our new neighbor.” She sat down at the seat besides Seokjin’s father, “He’ll marry you. We can marry him off honey, Then he can do what he has to, right? He can take over your company?” Seokjin stared at them. “That’s alright with him right?” Seokjin sat back in his seat. He never thought he’d be forced into marrying. This wasn’t forcing was it, just horrible coercion. He was doing this for Taehyung, for Namjoon. Namjoon. Namjoon had called him non-stop. He knew where Seokjin had gone, that he was back at home- begging for forgiveness. Seokjin wanted to beg for his forgiveness. To make him understand, it would never work out between them. They were from two different worlds. Seokjin’s family would always ruin whatever he had. Once he took over his father’s company- this would be all over.
“Fine.” Seokjin nodded, “I’ll marry this man or whatever.” His father turned his head back to him. His glare was harsh for a moment,
“You’ll marry this person? Without any complaints?” Seokjin looked down to his hands,
“I will father.”
Seokjin kicked the sand on the ground in front of him. He ended up here- all on his own. No one to blame but himself… and that fucker asleep in their room. Seokjin was married. He looked back at his hand, the wedding band standing out against his skin. It was like a horrible reminder that what had happened the day before was not some malicious dream but reality. The reality of it all was that Seokjin married a man he didn’t know. He didn’t want to know. He was sure that the man must have felt the same. This was a public wedding, for the people. Most certainly not for themselves. They hadn’t spoken to each either. Fine. It was fine by Seokjin. He didn’t want to entertain him in at all. So, maybe if he just stayed away for a while… then… Then he didn’t know what then. He had concluded he wasn’t going home. His father told him his stuff was being moved as they spoke. They were moving him into the house next door. He always wanted to leave his family home- but not like this. He wanted to leave on his own, maybe with Namjoon. No, it was never going to be the way he wanted it to be.
“Stupid.” He was holding his sandals as he walked over the water. Married. He was married to a stranger.
Yoongi looked over, the door creaked open. He sat up from the bed,
“Still sleeping?” Seokjin’s voice was dark, “I’m going to go out for a bit.” Yoongi didn’t respond and that was it. He left. Yoongi drew up, stretching his arms. The man had married him. Yoongi had married a man- who he didn’t even know. There was a good reason for it. He had already married him. That was the hard part- was it? Making his life a living hell. That was the goal. That was the only goal Yoongi had. Ruin this man and his family. That was why this was all okay. This was all alright.
It was late. Seokjin was drunk, his clothes lose- his lips puffy. He was fucked. Well, he got fucked- and then he was also drunk. He was wobbling as he walked into the room. He could hear the T.V. playing something- it sounded boring.
“Seokjin?” Seokjin looked over at the couch, he was awake. Holy shit- he knew his name?
“What?” He crouched back. Yoongi rolled his eyes,
“You mind not coming back looking like that?” Seokjin looked down at his clothing. Well, what did it matter?
“I’m not going to fuck you.” Seokjin smiled, “So- no I can come back looking however I want.”
“Ha.” That was what left Yoongi’s mouth, he was on the couch, a glass of wine in his hand. Seokjin swinging lightly, as he staggered into the living room. Seokjin wobbled to the couch- sliding himself down. He pushes Yoongi a little, causing the man to let out a low groan. He still moved. Seokjin looked down at the table. He had eaten. Seokjin hadn’t eaten a thing. He looked over at Yoongi,
“You ordered room service?”
“I did.” Seokjin already didn’t like him.
“Did you get me anything?” He heard him scoff,
“Why would I do that?” Seokjin looked over to him for a moment,
“Cause we’re married.” Seokjin shook his head, “Already not appreciating me.” Seokjin sat back on the couch, taking up more space. Yoongi was smaller than Seokjin but was annoyed with the fact that the man now had his feet up and was sliding into his personal space. Yoongi lifted his wine, sipping it lightly. Seokjin’s attention moved back to the television,
“Why the fuck is the news on? Who the fuck watches the news?” Yoongi looked over to him,
“I do. I watch the news.”
“Change it. I’m sure Peppa the Pig is on.” Yoongi scoffed again, for the hundredth time,
“What? What the hell is Peppa the Pig?” Seokjin glared at him. “I have to watch the news. For my job.” Seokjin didn’t even know what he did for work. What the hell was he even? He was rich. That’s the only reason his father married him off to him. He should be thankful in a weird way- this man was kind enough to marry him. Or selfish enough. He was sure it had some reason behind it. Something Seokjin just didn’t know about yet. Or maybe he’d never know.
“Are we going to talk? Cause I need to get it straight into your head.” Seokjin looked over, “There is nothing between us. This is only because I had to.”
“So, why are you telling me?”
“I’m still going to fuck whoever I want. You can do the same-”
“If you are, then be discrete.” Yoongi didn’t seem to care, “If you get caught…” Yoongi looked over to him, “Don’t get caught is all I’m saying.”
“You can fuck whoever you want to…” Seokjin huffed, “If you can find someone, that is?”
“I’m not some whore.” Yoongi responded, “If I sleep with anyone- then it doesn’t matter. You and I aren’t anything for real.”
“I feel the same.” Seokjin nodded, “This is an arranged marriage and nothing else.” Yoongi could agree to that.
“Yup.” Yoongi nodded, “This is just an arranged marriage.” Seokjin smiled,
“Glad we can agree on that.”
Sleep. Sleep was an issue. Seokjin sat up on the bed,
“Pillow wall,” Seokjin commanded. The other man didn’t seem to care, sliding under the sheets. Seokjin didn’t want to sleep at his side. Not at all. Namjoon was the only man he’d ever slept next to. Seokjin pulled a pillow away from his head and placed it between them. Yoongi’s head slammed into the mattress, groaning he looked over at Seokjin.
“I’m not going to touch you-”
“I don’t care. I’m not sleeping on the same bed as you.” Seokjin croaked. “Never.” Yoongi moved a hand covering his eyes.
“Then sleep on the couch.”
“No. It’s not fair. Why do I have to sleep on the couch?” Yoongi groaned, “If I sleep on the couch then you sleep on the bed-”
“Yeah. That’s how it works.” Yoongi rolled back over on his back, “You’re the one who doesn’t want to share a bed. Not me. If you have a problem, not me.” Seokjin grunts, but kicks him lightly.
“You sleep on the couch.” Yoongi opened his eyes, looking over at Seokjin.
“I just took my sleep medicine. I’m not fucking moving anywhere.” Seokjin sighed, sitting back down on the bed.
One week. It was like that for one entire week. Seokjin had slept on the couch for a week. His back was fucked, he’s had a blueberry muffin and waffles. He drinks after three in the afternoon, get’s fuck by some stranger- who he doesn’t know. He tells others he’s on his honeymoon, and they just get more turned on. Which weirded him out a little. He would get home late, and Yoongi would be sitting there. Watching the news, a glass of wine in his hand- eating room service. Then he’d take his Xanax and go to sleep. Seokjin would stay on the couch and sleep the alcohol off. He’d wake up and then, they’d go eat breakfast together. That was the root of their interactions.
“Seokjin. You awake?” He poked an eye open, sitting up from the couch.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go down for breakfast?” Seokjin didn’t answer, sitting up. That was enough of an answer for him. Seokjin put on his slippers and followed Yoongi to the elevator. It was silent, as they moved down to lobby. They moved together and sat down. Seokjin and Yoongi were seated together- and Seokjin again began the routine. He peeled away the paper on the blueberry muffin and began eating it. Yoongi was drinking coffee. Straight black coffee. He must have been some serial killer. Or a vampire. He barely had any color. His lips pale. Seokjin moved to his waffle, Yoongi not looking up at him at all. This was odd. Seokjin was drinking his own cup of tea, keeping silent. Seokjin didn’t know anything about the man he married. He could google him, but that requires some effort. The effort he wasn’t willing to put in. Seokjin was so sure he didn’t know anything about him either.
“Seokjin?” Seokjin looks up, meeting Yoongi’s eyes. His eyes were dark, “We’re leaving later today. I’m going back up to our room to pack. When you’re finished, you should do the same.” Yoongi sat up, leaving his card on the table. Seokjin watched him leave, sitting back in his seat. This man was such a mystery. Seokjin shrugged it off, going back to eating his waffle when-
“Seokjin?” Seokjin looked up, “Kim Seokjin?” He looked up, staring at a man. He was small, blonde.
“Jimin?” It was his friend Jimin! He hadn’t seen him in a long time- since he moved to America. Jimin rushed him, jumping onto him, and holding him tightly.
“Ahhh! I’ve missed you! So much you idiot!” Seokjin hugged him back, both of them rocking slightly. Jimin let go, taking a seat in front of Seokjin.
“How long has it been?”
“A few years! Since high school right?” Seokjin nodded lightly, “Wow! I heard you got married!?” Seokjin took in a deep breath,
“Yeah.” Seokjin nodded, “I am.” He pressed his lips together. “You missed him. Just got up and went back to our room.” Jimin nodded,
“I bet you guys are having an amazing honeymoon!” Seokjin was at least having a decent time. “I mean…” Jimin’s eyes moved to Seokjin’s neck. “He likes to suck right?” Seokjin looked down to where his eyes were. Honestly, Seokjin didn’t know who gave him those- or which guy did which. All he knew was that it wasn’t Yoongi. “You know…” Jimin smiled, “I knew your husband in college.” Seokjin’s brow moved up,
“You did?” Jimin nodded,
“I mean… not really- I knew him for like… One night.” Jimin rolled his eyes, “So I know he’s good. Like really good.” Seokjin’s smile faded. Did this kid just tell him he fucked his new husband?
“Yeah.” Seokjin nodded, his appetite was gone. All gone. “Hey- I have to go back to my room. Head home soon.” Jimin nodded, standing up. Seokjin wrapped his arms Jimin, quickly making it back to his room.
Seokjin didn’t care if Yoongi was uncomfortable with what he looked like right now. Sure his neck was purple, his lips were bruised, and he just looked like a mess- but Yoongi didn’t seem to care. Not at all. So, that was fine. They were silent as they got onto the plane. This time, when Yoongi offered him a Xanax, Seokjin took it. Because- he didn’t want to stay awake with him. Seokjin was out. The next thing he remembers was being pulled up by Yoongi. He pulled him up, and they walked out of the plane. Seokjin couldn’t remember it, no once he was in the car- it was all silent. Seokjin was pulled awake when the car came to a halt. They had arrived at Yoongi’s new home. Seokjin only looked up,
“We’re here.” Yoongi took his bag and left the car. Seokjin was still out of it but followed after him. It was raining, so they both ran to the house. Yoongi opened the door, staring back at him. “Coming in?” Seokjin stared at him. This was it. He was officially married to this man.
Chapter 4: Fleemarket Bargaining
Chapter Text
Being married wasn’t something Yoongi planned. Being with someone longer than a night is something Yoongi never planned. It was just who he was. How he was. So, now that he was married- he didn’t know what to do.
“Hello,” Yoongi looked at his maid, the woman giving him a quick smile. Yoongi took a seat at the breakfast bar.
“Is Mr. Min still asleep?” Yoongi moved his head back. He didn’t know where the hell the man was. Was he sleeping at the house at all? He didn’t know. He wasn’t his owner.
“I guess?” The woman nodded, with a small look of concern on her face. “Just make him something when he gets up.”
“I will.” Yoongi was already up, eating his breakfast. It had been a week, a week since Seokjin moved in. A week since his whole life had shifted. Yoongi put up with it. He did. It was going to be worth it once he got to work.
BANG!
Yoongi turned his head upwards, to the front door. It was slammed shut, a scrubby looking man standing in the doorway. It was Seokjin. His shirt was pulled up, neck marked up to hell- and hair tousled. Yoongi didn’t bat a lash. Seokjin tosses his keys onto the counter- quickly moving into the kitchen.
“Good morning.” Seokjin didn’t even pause, he moved to the fridge. He opened it, taking up a bottle of orange juice, chugging it back. Yoongi and his maid stared at each other, and then back at the man. He finished, placing it on the counter. “Rough night?” Yoongi’s voice was filled with sarcasm, only gaining him a glare from the other man. Seokjin rolled his eyes, quickly leaving the kitchen. Yoongi only shrugged, what else was there to do? He heard a bedroom door slam. He was going to go to sleep. Yoongi sat up from his seat,
“The meal was wonderful… Can you call my therapist? I need an emergency session for today.” She stared at him,
“What time sir?”
“As soon as possible.” Yoongi sighed, a louder thump came from upstairs, Yoongi growling. “You know something- Imma head to work- just call me and tell me what time I can go?” She nods,
“I will sir.”
So emergency sessions…. Are different. For one, Yoongi's therapist decided to have a fucking baby. So, she took off for a month- without consulting Yoongi first. Secondly, he didn’t like having to meet a new person. So, when he entered the room- he expected to see a stranger. It didn’t happen like that. So now, he was half an hour into his hour session and not a word had been spoken.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The man was seated across from him, his legs crossed, eyes focused on Yoongi. He was clicking his pen, waiting for Yoongi to speak. Yoongi wasn’t going to speak. Yoongi knew this man. He knew him because- he was the man he found in his backyard. So, this wasn’t some stranger- who would hold no bias. He knew this person beforehand. This man knew him in real life. Hoseok sighed, closing the notebook on his lap, leaning forward.
“Okay,” He spoke up, his voice finally cutting through the silence. “We have been-” He lifted his watch, “It’s been half an hour. You need to speak to me.”
“You’re not my therapist.” Hoseok pressed his eyes closed,
“You called an emergency session. If this is an emergency- then you’d speak with me.” Yoongi bit his bottom lip, staring up at him.
“You know… Women therapists are more successful. They are more empathetic,” Hoseok’s mouth opened at his words.
“We live in the same neighborhood. I like to think I’m pretty successful.” Hoseok sat back in his seat, “I’m a gay man. I have enough empathy. Go,” His voice was testing Yoongi.
“Okay- So like. I married an asshole.” Hoseok smiled, sitting back in his seat.
“That’s a good start.”
“I’m not going into full details cause you know-” Yoongi sighed, “you’re gonna be here what? A week?’ Hoseok sighed,
“Babies take longer than just a week.” Yoongi narrowed his eyes at the other man,
“What do you know? You’re a man.”
“I know enough to know that she’s going to be taking off three months.” Yoongi grabbed the couch beneath him, taking in a deep breath.
“What?”
“Yeah.” Yoongi sits back, pressing his eyes closed,
“So- you’re gonna be here a while?” Hoseok nods,
“I am.” Yoongi sighs, “So get talking. How did you marry this asshole?”
“You know let's not get into that right now. I don’t need your judgment.” Hoseok shook his head,
“I don’t think you get what a therapist is-”
“You don’t get what a therapist is,” Yoongi responded. Hoseok sighed, for the hundredth time.
“I do. It’s my job. Don’t tell me that I don’t know how to do it.” Yoongi moved his hands up at the offended tone Hoseok took. “Now, how long have you been married?” Yoongi blinked.
“A week.”
“A week?” Yoongi nods,
“Yeah. About a week.” Hoseok starts to move his pen, Yoongi peeking up a little. “What you writing?” Hoseok moved his head up,
“Huh?”
“Are you taking notes on me or something-” Hoseok rolls his eyes, lifting his note pad. Yoongi’s eyes stared at the page. It was a drawing of some weird horse creature. “What is that?”
“You weren’t speaking. I had to fill my time somehow.” Hoseok nods, “Now, why do you feel the need to speak so poorly of your husband? You should be in a honeymoon phase right now, no?”
“No,” Yoongi responded. “I’m not. He’s an asshole. He came in this morning, drank my orange juice-”
“Your orange juice?” Yoongi paused,
“Yes, my juice.” Yoongi sits on his hands, “I bought it. It was in my fridge.”
“So you’re not good at sharing?”
“I’m amazing at sharing.” Yoongi smiled, “Let me tell you- my stocks-” Yoongi does a chef kiss into the air, “So good. Let me just say- Google- gonna go down.” Hoseok starts flipping through his book- trying to find some notes on him. Hoseok came to a halt on the last page. It really on said Good Luck with Min Yoongi. Hoseok sighed. This was going to be a tough one.
“So, personal belongings?” Hoseok corrected himself, “You don’t like sharing?” Yoongi sighed,
“I bought it.” He repeated.
“You went out and bought it?” Yoongi paused,
“No…” He sat back, “I gave someone my credit card- and they went and bought it- with my money.” Yoongi nodded, “So yeah, I basically bought it- and then he drank it.” Hoseok started at Yoongi for a moment.
“Okay.” Hoseok nodded along. This was going to be tough.
Yoongi standing outside in the waiting room.
Ring!
Ring!
Riiing!!!
“Hello?”
“Hey- umm… so how’s it going?” The women on the other end were silent for a moment,
“Yoongi- I am doing okay-”
“Okay, but why didn’t you tell me you were going to take off?” She grew silent,
“I told you a week ago, I was going to be out. On your wedding day. You were sad and in your tux, we talked. I was eight months pregnant. You complained about my breathing, that I needed your help to stand up- are you following Yoongi?” She sighed,
“You had it right? You’re coming back soon right-”
“I had a c-section.”
“So, you’ll be back quicker?”
“No, Yoongi. I’ll be taking another month or more.”
“What? Why you go off and have kids? Are you really happy with that kind of life-”
“I’m the therapist Yoongi. I went to medical school. I am happy.” Yoongi bit his bottom lip, “Hoseok is a good therapist.”
“No. He’s not. Did you know he’s gay?”
“Yoongi…” She sighed, “You are gay too.” Yoongi rolls his eyes,
“That isn’t the point. He’s not you-”
“He’s good. I checked his credentials. This is good you know- you need to meet more people-”
“I don’t want to meet more people. I just want to watch the news and drink wine.”
“Yoongi.”
“I know. I know… I’ll pop a Xanax and get over it.”
“That’s for emergencies.”
“My whole honeymoon was an emergency.” Yoongi coughed, “I need you back-”
“Well, you will have to wait a while.” Yoongi pressed his eyes closed, “Okay- but Hoseok is a good therapist. He is good. Trust me.”
“I have trust issues. You know this.” She stayed silent, only for a cry to erupt over the phone. Yoongi grunted, “Shut that thing up-”
“Goodbye Yoongi.”
“Wait-” And the line cuts off. Yoongi stands there for a moment, before staring at the phone.
“Ahem.” Yoongi turned his head back, “I could hear everything. The white-nose machines weren’t on.” Hoseok crossed his arms over his chest, staring at him from his doorway.
“Leave me alone, I’ll just go kill myself or something!” Hoseok’s brow moved up, shaking his head.
“You are very likely joking but let me just say my line of work means I have to take a threat like that seriously.” Hoseok drew his head back, pointing back into his room. “Let’s go talk some more.” Yoongi scoffed,
“You said it was an emergency session?! Yoongi called out,
“This is another emergency. Unless you want to be wearing a straight jacket until next week,” Hoseok replied, walking into the room. Yoongi bit his upper lip, before following the man back into his room.
Yoongi gets home after work, he enters his home. It was loud. Something his home usually never was. He walked into the living room, dropping his briefcase as he sees Seokjin slumped over the couch, a controller in his hand playing smash bros. Yoongi moves his hand up, pulling on his tie, letting out a deep sigh.
“You look like shit.” Was all he heard from the other man. Yoongi’s eyes drew to him, narrowing tightly. He was the cause of all his stress. This man living in his home. Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair. “What’s wrong? Didn’t get fucked?” Yoongi peeked his eyes to him.
“Fuck this,” Yoongi turned around, “Imma head out to a bar.”
“Should be drinking with all that Xanax in your system- might kill you.” Yoongi looked up at him,
“Then I wouldn’t be married to such a fuck up.” Was all Yoongi let out before he left his home. It took a while, his eyes scanning the roads. He just needed a place that wasn’t his home. A place where that asshole wasn’t. He pulled into the place, quickly getting out of his car. He walked to the front door, throwing open the door. It was odd. The lights to the place were dim. Yoongi staggered in and plopped down on a stool. He stared up at the counter. What the hell could he get?
“What can I getcha?” Yoongi looked up. It was the bartender. His brow moved at the sight of the taller man,
“Can I get a dry martini?” Yoongi leaned forward, “The driest thing you can get me. Desert fucking dry. No fucking hydration please?” The man stared at Yoongi.
“Alright.” He shook his head a little, “I’ll getcha that.” He took a step back and started to make Yoongi’s drink. Yoongi wasn’t one to panic in hard looking situations. He did what he had to. Married that man- to take back what was rightfully his. What was taken away from his Grandfather, and that is why he was going to make sure that man stayed married to him. Yoongi nodded to himself. He hated the fact that it was the first day in his home- and he wasn’t home. Seokjin was there- probably going to invite some stranger to come to fuck him on his couches. On Yoongi’s couches. He didn’t want the man in his house. He didn’t want him near him. No, he couldn’t stand him. He felt a low grumble run through his throat, as he looked up and faced the bartender. “Driest thing I can legally sell ya’.” The man gave Yoongi a small wink, putting a coucher down.
“I would pay more for whatever you could have sold me illegally.” Yoongi cracked a smile, taking in a deep breath,
“Long day?”
“Long week,” Yoongi replied. The man tilted his head,
“How?”
“My therapist decided that it was a great idea to get pregnant.”
“Did she?” The man shook his head, “The nerve of some people.” The man gave him a small smile, “So, what’s going on- why you need to see a therapist?”
“So many reasons,” Yoongi responded, swallowing hard- he took down his entire drink. The bartender stared at him,
“You took that down like a champ?” Yoongi looked back up at him,
“Thanks. Trying to forget my day- forget that my year.” The man crossed his arms over his chest,
“I can relate.” Yoongi grimaced, “What’s got you so distraught?” The man asked,
“An asshole.” The bartender’s brow moved up.
“Really?” Yoongi nodded, “Must have been some ass- to make you come down here and drink straight up alcohol?”
“You have no idea.” Yoongi leaned back in his seat, “Can I get another one?”
Yoongi slammed down onto his bed. He didn’t remember how he got home- but one thing for sure, he was hammered.
“Fucking shit…” Yoongi turned upwards, he was still drunk. He hated being this fucked up. He sighed, sitting up. Yoongi had to keep his calm. Day fucking one at his house- and he was going out to get fucked up. He needed to remain calm. If his plan to ruin this man’s family were to ever come true- he needed to keep his nerves right. He couldn’t let him see the damage just being around him for the shortest period of time had on Yoongi. He sighed, pulling his legs closer to his body. He had done it. He had to keep at it. For his grandfather. This was all worth it. For the man who faced head-strong the consequences of that other family. This was no time for him to quiver away. No, he had to keep to his plan. Yoongi reached to his side, grabbing a water bottle he drank it. He sighed, but kicked off his shoes, laying back on the bed. He pulled up his covers, sliding underneath them. He felt the warmth spread around him, his eyes sliding closed.
Knock!
Knock!
There was a knock at his window. Yoongi’s eyes flashed open. He was on the second floor. What the fuck was knocking on his window? Yoongi sat straight up in bed, eyes large as he stared at the figure looming over him outside. It was a man. A tall man. Yoongi nearly let out a scream, until he flickered on the light next to him. He let out a sigh of relief as he saw the man, clinging to the railing outside of his window. It was Seokjin. Fucking Seokjin of all things. He nearly wished it was some entity that would take his life away because- that would be easier to deal with than this. Yoongi sighed, rolling his eyes. He moved forward, sliding out of his bed. Yoongi went to the window, popping it open.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” The other man seemed a bit flustered, but Yoongi didn’t know if it was from the alcohol clearly on his breath or out of embarrassment.
“I-I tried knocking on the front door… no one answered-”
“So you climbed the fucking house? Why not open the fucking door with your-” A look on the man came over,
“I don’t have a key.” He snarked, “You haven’t given me one.” Yoongi recalled that. He hadn’t.
“Fine.” Yoongi stepped back, letting the man enter his room. Seokijn skidded lightly but entered the room. Yoongi closed the window behind him. Seokjin looked around the room, eyes large in awe.
“It’s pretty normal…” Yoongi turned his head back to him, brow lifted.
“Of course it is.” He rolled his eyes, “Now- can you get the fuck out of here?” Seokjin stayed there mesmerized by the sight.
“A bed…? So you do sleep…” He turned back, staring at Yoongi. Yoongi could see the purple marks along his throat. His puffy lips, the scratches on his chest- through his distraught shirt. Whoever he fucked- fucked him up for a lack of better terms.
“I do. Now, can you leave- you’re disrupting it.”
“When are you going to give me a key?” Yoongi’s brow moved up,
“What?”
“When are you going to give me a key? I’m tired of knocking on the fucking door like I’m some sort of guest-”
“You are.” Yoongi scoffed, crossing his arm over his chest. “This is my house. You live in it due to… our arrangement. That’s it.”
“Still means I might need a key.” Seokjin repeated, “So, I don’t have to climb the fucking plants to get to your window to wake your Xanax filled ass up.” Yoongi rolled his eyes at his comment,
“Then get home before I locked the door.” Yoongi scoffed, “So you don’t have to climb my plants.” Seokjin swallowed hard, eyes straight at Yoongi.
“Should I bring my fuck buddies here? So you can hear me getting some?” Seokjin had a smirk over his face, “I’m sure a freak like you’d like that.” He rolled his eyes, “I guess I will… Since you’re leaving me no other choice.”
“Get out of my room.” Seokjin pressed his eyes closed, crossing his arms.
“This isn’t over.” Seokjin nearly shouted but turned back- and left his room- throwing closed the door in his track. Yoongi couldn’t stand the sight of the man. He couldn’t stand the thought of him. He hated Kim Seokjin.
“So the root of my issue is that people are just useless-Ow!” Yoongi flinched as Hoseok tossed over a mint to him,
“That’s a lie.” Yoongi stared at him, mouth opened.
“What do you mean that’s a lie-”
“I can tell when you lie to me.” Hoseok tilted his head, “Try telling me something else?” Yoongi stared at him,
“I once stole a tractor and rode through town blazed out of my fucking mind.” Hoseok didn’t move, “Shit- how do you know?”
“If I tell you- you’d just fix it.” Hoseok sighed, “So- try again. What is wrong with him?” Today’s topic was talking about the asshole in Yoongi’s life. The big one. The one who was living in his house. Knocking on his window at the middle of the night- playing loud video games, and now fucking loudly in his house.
“Everything-Ow!” Yoongi winced, Hoseok never wavering.
“Try again. And don’t say something so broad.” Yoongi sat back in his seat,
“That’s the truth. He’s just an ass.” Hoseok sighed,
“You’ve said that before. What makes him so bad- is what I am trying to get out of you.” Hoseok crossed his leg, “One thing. One thing that he does that just… angers you more than anything Yoongi?” Yoongi took a moment. Everything this man did annoyed Yoongi. Breathing, living. Yoongi wanted him gone from his home. From the place where he grew up and had memories.
“He… He’s annoying.”
“How?” Hoseok asked,
“He-he knocks on my window when he can’t get in the house.” Hoseok sat up at that notion,
“When he can’t get in the house?” His brow moved up, “What does that mean? Why can’t he get into the house Yoongi?”
“I mean…” Yoongi rolled his eyes, “I haven’t given him like- A key.” Hoseok shook his head,
“Why? He’s your husband. Do you not think he deserves to have access to the things you do?” Yoongi’s eyes flashed largely,
“No. It’s my house-” A mint was thrown at him. “Hey! I didn’t lie about that-”
“Yeah, that was just for me.” Hoseok pressed his lips together, “He lives with you. Has he asked for a key?” Yoongi thought back to the night in his room.
“No-” A mint was thrown straight to his face. “Yes.” He bit back, Hoseok nodding.
“Yeah, I figured.” Hoseok wrote a little note down, “You aren’t trying to make him apart of your life.”
“I don’t want him in my life.”
“It’s marriage Yoongi. You have to let him in.” Seokjin? Let him in anywhere? Yoongi scoffed,
“I can just open the door for him-”
“Then he’ll keep waking you up. He’ll keep bugging you- and you’ll have a reason to be angry.” Yoongi stared at the man ahead of him, “Am I wrong?”
“Yes-” Another mint hit Yoongi’s face. “HEY!”
“You’re not letting him in.”
“I don’t need your metaphorical representations-”
“No, Yoongi. Literally. Give him a key. He’ll leave you alone- and you’ll have one less thing to hate about him. It’ll bring ease to you-”
“It’s my house.” Yoongi shook his head, “I don’t want him or anyone else to have a key to that.”
“Why?” Hoseok crossed his leg, “Why don’t you want to let anyone into your home?” Yoongi stared at him. “If you let him in. He’ll leave you alone more. You want that- no? If he leaves you... You can always change the locks- so what is the issue?”
“Of course.” Yoongi huffed, “I just want to live in peace.”
“But you don’t want to share? Not your house- or your juice?” Yoongi breath almost hiccuped at his notion. “Are you afraid he’ll take it?” Yoongi closed his eyes.
“No.” A mint was tossed to Yoongi. “I don’t want him to have a piece of me.” Hoseok smiles from across him,
“Aww… That’s kinda gay.”
“That’s homophobic.” Yoongi cringes, “And I think we are about done-”
“First of all. I am gay, Secondly, No, we aren’t.” Hoseok shook his head, “We need to talk about why you don’t want to give him a key. To both of your home.” Yoongi stared at him.
“My home.”
“It’s both of yours. You are married.” Yoongi shook his head,
“No- It’s an arranged marriage. Nothing about it-” Yoongi pauses, “Nothing about this will ever be real.”
“Then what does it matter if you give him the key? He’s nothing of yours-”
“I don’t need him coming in and out of my house.” Hoseok tilted his head at the notion,
“Then… Do you want consistency? Is that what you are searching for Yoongi? For your partner to be consistent?” Hoseok asked Yoongi stared at the man.
“Not my partner. Not even close.”
“But that’s what you want? You don’t want to give him your key- because you’re afraid one day- he won’t come back.” Yoongi stares at Hoseok.
“You know something- how do you have a medical license with all that crack you smoke?” Hoseok sighs,
“I hit the nail on the mark ay?”
“You’re wrong. You’re crazy. I can’t believe you’re allowed to charge me this much for- for us to talk about feelings?”
“That’s my job Yoongi.” Hoseok taps his pen on the paper, “You’re afraid of him. Of letting him into-” Yoongi tossed back a mint at Hoseok.
“Eww… Don’t ever say that.” Hoseok pressed his eyes closed, “Listen, I just need him to stop fucking in my house. Like… he’s doing it everywhere. This morning-” Yoongi shook his head, “My maid came to my room… and she found him- found him on the breakfast counter.” Yoongi grumbled, “Like- it scared the poor woman. I had to schedule her an appointment for you.” Hoseok moved up his hand,
“Give him a key Yoongi! That’s how you avoid this-”
“How is that going to solve everything? Like- I thought you were smart- didn’t you go to medical school-” Yoongi was halted, a rainfall of mints falling over him. On his hair, in his shirt, on his lap. Everywhere.
“I’m right. You’re wrong. Give him a key Yoongi.” Yoongi stared at him.
“No.”
“Then how are you ever going to open up?” Yoongi shook his head,
“That’s what I am paying you to figure out!” Hoseok nodded,
“Give him a key. Just give him the key. It’s nothing more than that right? Just a key to the front of your house.” Hoseok started to scribble again, “Unless you’re afraid you’re feeling will get in the way.” Yoongi scoffed,
“There are no feelings.”
“Then why not give him the key?” Yoongi crossed his leg, “Yeah?”
Seokjin was sprawled out on the couch. He was bored. He tried his hardest to annoy Yoongi. His real hardest- but everything he had done… had done nothing. The man was hard to break. Seokjin was so sure- that it would be so simple. He fucked people in his house, threw his stuff, played loud video games… he tried his very best. Nothing had worked. What else could he do? The man drugged himself- so even being loud at night didn’t work! What was he supposed to do? Seokjin felt his phone vibrate next to him. He reached his hand out, taking it up. He lifted his phone and stared at the contact.
Jimin. The man that slept with his not so good husband. Seokjin swallowed hard but answered.
“Hello?”
“HYUNG!” Seokjin pulled the phone back a little, Seokjin moved it back after.
“Hey- what’s up?”
“I have been meaning to call you!” Seokjin hated how loud he always was, “So- how’s married life going?” Seokjin picked at the bottom of his shirt.
“Perfect. Marriage is so great.” Seokjin gritted his teeth. “Why?”
“Just wondering. Yoongi must be happy now- you know when I knew him-” Oh. Here he was again- about to tell him how much his husband fucked him. “He was a huge partier.” Was he? Yoongi? The stick in the mud? Seokjin sat up in his seat,
“Was he?”
“Yeah! I’m so surprised you don’t know about this! In America- like… He would just go nonstop. Party-party- party- and then… breakdown.” Seokjin was silenced at his words.
“What?”
“Yeah- he’d have a huge breakdown. That’s when party season ended. He- drank a lot. A lot- and that’s coming from me.” Seokjin took in a deep breath, “Man- I guess married life changed him for real?” Did it? “Oh! Surprise news! I’m moving back to Korea! My job posting just got moved! I wanted to tell you first!” The boy was chirpy.
“That’s great! I can’t wait to see you!”
“Me either!” Jimin shrieked back, “I’ll talk to you later?”
“Yeah.” Seokjin nodded, “We should.” With that, Seokjin hung up- letting his phone slide down his chest. Breakdown? Drank more- than Jimin? Seokjin knew Jimin- Jimin had never been out drunken before. What the hell? There was more to that man than meets the eyes. Seokjin looked up, lifting his phone-
“Hey,” Yoongi’s voice echoed through the living room, Seokjin looked up to him.
“Hey.” Seokjin replied, “You’re home early-” Yoongi cut him off, tossing something shiny to him. It landed straight on Seokjin’s lap.
“Stop fucking in my house.” With that, Yoongi left. Seokjin stared at where he had stood. What the hell- did Seokjin win? He looked down at his lap, the key was there. The shiny metal bouncing. It didn’t feel like a win. Not in the least. Seokjin had won though. He had the key. He finally had the key to the house.
Chapter 5: Quarantine Life
Summary:
Quarantine sucks, why not fuck...
around and get hurt.
Chapter Text
Quarantine.
Min Yoongi swore on god. On fucking god, that this would never have happened. That he wouldn’t lose his cool- wouldn’t lose a fucking thing while being married to this revolting human. He was on his way to bring his father down. How? He was watching his company- monitoring it’s every action- waiting, waiting for the moment when-
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
Yoongi lifted his head, staring out at the door.
“What?” He responded, the door opening behind him. Seokjin’s nose wrinkled at the sight of him,
“I’m going out for a walk-”
“We are under quarantine!” Yoongi yelled, “You can’t go out-”
“If I stay home any longer- I might end up strangling you.” Seokjin sighed, “Also- I’m picking up groceries-”
“I’m having those delivered.” Yoongi told him, “If you think you can just come back home- with your infected-”
“I’ll wear a mask,” Seokjin sighed, “Besides, I was going to make us dinner… You know- real food? Not the frozen dinners you keep ordering-”
“Our maid is at home. What else are we supposed to do?” Yoongi asks,
“Make our own dinner.” Seokjin suggests, “Whatever.” Seokjin rolls his eyes, “I’ll make dinner- so why don’t you… I don’t know… Leave your office?”
“What for?” Yoongi asks, “I’m working.”
“For what?” Seokjin asks, “The quarantine is still going, I know your work isn’t essential. Why not come out for a walk-” Yoongi turned his head up. You know when you say something. Something bad. You know you shouldn’t say it- know it deep down that it’s a bad idea. That out of all the things you could say, the thing you just said is bad- but you say it anyway.
“Why would I want to go with a walk with you Seokjin?” Seokjin stood at the doorway. His face was cool, with no emotion. Which was a clear tip-off that something or everything was off?
“Just a suggestion,” He looked up for a moment, “I’ll leave you to it then… I’ll be home later.” He turned back and closed the door, leaving Yoongi alone in his office. Now, Yoongi wasn’t one for carrying for that man's emotions. Hell, he was trying to ruin his father- and apart of that included ruining him as well but, in the pit of his stomach. The face that man-made as he left was enough to make him even feel guilty. Whatever.
It was his own fault.
Seokjin pulled at his gloves on his hand. The air was warm, hell spring was such a beautiful sight to behold. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, staring up at the trees in the park. His mask prevented him from smelling the cherry blossom flowers that had just bloomed, but it was still marvelous to witness.
It wasn’t odd to be alone in this type of situation. What type you may ask? Walking? No. Being alone was normal for him. He looked up, seeing people- going for runs, people playing holding hands, people with their children. Seokjin watched the news a lot. He did. It made this all the more stressful, but he found out a few things. Families seem to grow stronger together due to this… situation. Seokjin knew he would never have that. But… he thought for just a split second while standing at that man's office door- that he’d offer him the chance to go out. To go with him just for a walk. Seokjin knew- knew deep inside that he would have said no. Of course. Yoongi had a distaste for Seokjin since day one- and Seokjin hadn’t been the kindest husband either. So, yes it was understandable… but still. Seokjin pulled his arms behind his head. Since this mandate was placed, life had become… so much duller. What could he do? There were only so many naps he could take, only so many movies he could watch, only so many snacks he could eat without worrying that he would gain weight. Yes, Seokjin wasn’t proud of it, but when you’re bored- eating becomes a pass time. Seokjin had also not… been able to pull his wrench, squirt his yogurt, have his pickle tickled. Nope. He sighed, feeling empty, How could he get his rocks off? Social distancing had put a holt to all of his random hook up. Now, he just stayed at home- gamed- and ate. And fuck was Seokjin sick of it. Hell… maybe it was cause he needed to get some action- but more and more… his brain had been starting to fail. How? How you fucking ask? He woke up early that morning, so early- he ran into Min Yoongi- the man in loungewear- getting ready to make his first cup of coffee in the morning. Seokjin was sitting on a stool, at the breakfast bar, seeing Yoongi start his espresso machine, the smell burning Seokjin’s nose. He scrunched his nose, Yoongi turning to face him.
“I ordered breakfast. Should be here in half an hour.” Seokjin already had a bowl of cereal in front of him, Yoongi not even bothering to ask if he would want to eat anything- but like hell was Seokjin going to deny a meal that this man gave him. “Answer the door- and just put it on the countertop- I read an article on how to disinfect the food before we eat it.” Now, Seokjin realized a few things. One, Min Yoongi took what the government mandate said seriously. He didn’t leave the house. Not for a walk, not for grocery shopping. He never cooked. Always ordered food, and just bought snacks. Lastly, Min Yoongi was a fucking germ freak. He had disinfected everything. Since it started to become serious, he started putting a sign-in sheet on the door- with gloves and face masks. Seokjin was expected to wear them when he went out for a walk, went to pick up the mail, or even just to throw away the trash. When he entered, Yoongi would spring into action, spray him fucking down. He would make Seokjin take off his clothes, right then and there and throw it into a bag- which he would take to wash immediately.
Seokjin wondered if that would be the only form of contact these two would have. Seokjin pulled at the back of his hair as he remembered that morning. Min Yoongi- Min Yoongi had looked attractive to him.
Yes. Seokjin felt his body tremble.
How?
Seokjin didn’t know either- but… but it was for a split second, a single moment where Seokjin’s eyes drifted to the other man, his lips open as he poured his cup of coffee. Seokjin felt his chest grow warm, mouth beginning to salivate at the thought. At the thought of just- Seokjin shook his head.
“What the fuck!” He slapped the back of his head, “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” He shouted, his face hot and red. It was just the lack of fucking, he knew that… but god- if he was stuck in that home for any longer- lord only knows what his head might make him think of next! Seokjin shuffled a little, his legs slowing as his mind argued with him. What- what was he to do? What- what if his mind- did that again? He shook his head, mocking himself. “No-no, it couldn’t possibly- I was just me slipping- just me slipping…” He smiled, “Yeah- he’s not even cute, looks like a dumpling-” He paused, “Fuck.” He balled his fist together, swallowing hard as he tried to regain his footing. People must have been staring at him, he was sure of it- but still… what the hell. Why was his mind- Kim Seokjin’s mind fucking with him? “It’s cause I just haven’t gotten fucked.” He smiled softly to himself. Seokjin’s eyes grew large, as he saw a family, with a small child walking past him, dog and all- staring at him. Seokjin gritted his teeth, speeding up on the trail. Shit. This man was making people think he was insane.
Yoongi looked up from his laptop, staring at the wine in his office. Day drinking wasn’t what Yoongi did usually, but fuck- was his life boring right now. Yoongi stood up, going to the end of the room- pouring himself a glass of red wine. He smiled a little, bringing up the drink to his mouth. Yoongi watched the news a lot, because what else was there to do during the apocalypse? He would go out to hear Seokjin playing his games in his room upstairs, maybe even in the kitchen snacking on something- while he watched the news and made his second cup of coffee. The man- Seokjin- was odd. Whenever Yoongi was out of his office, watching the news or making coffee- Seokjin would stare at him. Watch him… Yoongi had begun to worry. It seemed as if that man- waws planning something. Yeah. Yoongi was worried- about living with this total stranger. Why? He would catch him staring. Staring at him deeply, and Yoongi wasn’t sure what it meant.
He didn’t know if this was common for the man. Yoongi would come home late- eat his dinner and watch the news- only then going to bed. Seokjin and Yoongi’s contact had become so slim- it was a slim chance of even running into each other despite living in the same home- but now- now it had all been thrown into the garbage. Every time Yoongi left his office, he was there. Eyes large and bright staring at him, staring at Yoongi. Never said much, which told Yoongi that perhaps- he was hungry so… Yoongi would order food for the man. Still, he would just stare at him again. Yoongi didn’t know why- what had he done to him? Yoongi barely spoke to him, didn’t really even look in his direction but here this man was, staring. Was he planning on killing him? Hiding his body under the floorboards and tell the police he went out of town? Yoongi wasn’t hard to read, when he was displeased- you knew, when Seokjin was- Yoongi didn’t know! He barely knew his husband-
Ding!
Yoongi’s brow moved up, picking up his phone. He read it, mumbling some curses. He had an appointment in an hour. Hoseok still did his sessions- online and over webcam. It was annoying. More than just that, he had to sneak away- yes he was safe in his office- or so you would think. More and more- Seokjin seemed to creep into his office. How? He would come in- knocking of course… but more and more. Asking if he wanted anything, coffee, snacks, food- that’s why Yoongi had begun to order food for him. To do it beforehand to avoid all unnecessary conversations or visits from him. Yoongi placed his phone back down on his desk, his fingers beginning to tap on the desk. The sound of it was pleasing, but in all honesty- the silence in the house… was a bit off. He doesn’t know why- but it all seemed… too silent. It was unsettling. He pressed his eyes closed, sitting back in his seat.
Why was the house so silent? He took in a deep rest, thinking back to when this place was ever as silent-
Ding! He peeked an eye open. His phone was gleaming, the light bright in his darkroom. He moved his hand up, looking at the phone. To his surprise, it wasn’t Hoseok. No.
“Why is he texting me?” Yoongi swiped up on his phone, unlocking it- as he went to stare at what he sent him. It was a photo- a photo of the cherry blossoms.
Seokjin picked at the garlic, wondering- if Yoongi was one to actually eat it. He didn’t really ever eat with the man besides their breakfast during their honeymoon. That was about the entire length of time the two spent together- but… Seokjin wondered. What kind of food his estranged husband liked? He ordered Seokjin whatever he ate- which was usually some pasta- or fast food. Seokjin wondered- if the man knew how to cook for himself. Probably didn’t, which is why when his housekeeper was gone- he only ate out. That wasn’t healthy. For either of them. Seokjin was sure he was gaining weight, and Yoongi- Yoongi just looked pale. Wondered if the man even ate what he ordered. Seokjin pulled the hunk of garlic closer to his face, smelling it. Wow. His mouth opened under his face mask. This was the freshest thing he’s smelled in a minute. He put it into his basket. Garlic was good for the immune system anyways. It was better than Seokjin would cook for them, amazing even! They wouldn’t have to live off of fries, or apple slices. Seokjin was being a great person- and this was more for himself than anything. He would just be sharing because he would be making too much food. Serving large as hell- you know? That’s the reason why- him sharing his food with Yoongi was a generous thing to do. The right thing. He smiled to himself, knowing full well- he was going to rock this man's entire world with one dish. Seokjin felt happy, beginning to make his way down the produce, happiness in him that he hadn’t felt since the day this whole thing started. Maybe it was a sense of being needed- or a sense of him finally being able to do something rather than sit down in his room- playing loud- loud video games until he passed out of exhaustion. He walked a bit quickly, making his way down the aisle, getting ready to pick up some rice flour when he heard someone call his name behind him.
“Seokjin!” Seokjin froze at the voice, swallowing hard. He knew that voice- knew it all too well. He came to a halt in place, “Seokjin hyung! Seokjin-” The boy came to a stop directly behind Seokjin. Seokjin took in a deep breath, “Seokjin hyung?” Seokjin pressed his eyes closed, knowing- there was no way to avoid this situation at all. He turned his head back, eyes locking with the younger men. “Hyung!” Jungkook had a cheeky smile over his lips, the younger man flushing as if he ran after Seokjin. “Hyung!” He jumped Seokjin, holding onto him tightly. Seokjin felt rigid at the touches. He- he sure that… Namjoon hadn’t broken it to the kid. That- they ended on… bad terms. Seokjin nodded a little- his hand moving up to pat the boy on the back. Jungkook let go, him pulling his face mask back onto his face.
“Hello, Kookie.” Jungkook ran his hand through his hair, “How have you been?” Seokjin placed his entire weight on one leg, his smile remaining on his lip.
“I mean…” Jungkook sighed, “The bars closed… since all this-” His hands moved up, waving to them both. “Bad for business… but you know- we’re making due.” Seokjin hadn’t even thought of that. Hadn’t focused on the thought that- Namjoon and the boy could be struggling, struggling through this. Maybe it was because of his mind growing too much in his home, but- Namjoon… Seokjin blinked hard. “How are you Hyung- since the whole… breakup. Joon told me.” No, he did not. If Namjoon had told the boy- then he’d have tackled him then hugged him. “I’m sorry he broke up with you- but to tell you the truth- he was kinda a dumb butt with you anyways.” That’s what Seokjin loved. That he wasn’t serious, that their time together was pleasant, easy. It was perfect. Seokjin looked down for a moment, taking in a deep breath. The man he loved was even kind enough to lie to his little brother. To tell him… that- he was the one who ended it with him rather than the other way around. “Dinner hasn’t been the same you know… Namjoon tries but… he can’t cook much.” Seokjin pressed his lips together.
“Yeah… Yeah- I remember…” Seokjin smiled fondly, remembering the man trying to cook for him. He snapped his head up, “How are you eating?” Seokjin’s eyes wandered down to the boy's basket. A carton of eggs, and ramen. Oh god. Seokjin can only imagine what this boy was eating during such a hard time in life. Seokjin bit his bottom lip, “Baby? Are you seriously only eating all that?” He nodded,
“Namjoon’s busy you know? So, I have to work with what I got… especially since- you know… I’m still in school.” Jungkook shrugged, “It’s fine Hyung! University students- always eat like this.” His smiles grew large, “I’m so happy to see you Hyung- I’m glad you’re healthy- and in good shape.” Seokjin wouldn’t say he was heartbroken after his end with Namjoon… but dear god did he forget how much pain it was to lose such an amazing part of his life. Seokjin looked down for a moment,
“Kookie? Baby?” The boy’s cheeks were large, staring up at him.
“Yes, Hyung?”
“Want to come over for dinner?” Jungkook stared at him,
“A-At your parents?” Seokjin blinked, shaking his head.
“No!” Seokjin laughed, “I moved out…” Jungkook seemed to get excited,
“I’m so happy for you!” Seokjin felt ashamed a little, “Are you living alone- or with a new boyfriend-”
“No!” Seokjin shouted, “No… just- I live with a- a roommate.” Jungkook nodded,
“He won’t mind me coming over?” Seokjin shook his head,
“No, not at all!” Seokjin smiled, “So, should I set up another place for you for dinner?” Jungkook seemed to think for a moment, nodding.
“Yeah, yeah count me in!”
Yoongi opened up his laptop, peeling off the shiny black tape he had on the webcam. He went to log in and typed in Hoseok’s name. It took no time at all to connect, and within a moment, he could Hoseok sitting on the other end of the screen,
“Good afternoon Yoongi,”
“What’s up.” Yoongi replied, “You look comfy,” Hoseok was seated at an armchair- very similar to his at work one, his cardigan a bright orange rather than a dark one. He had a cup of tea at his side, a notepad in his hand.
“It’s good to see you are doing well, Yoongi. Are you still concerned Yoongi?” Yoongi’s brows moved together,
“What are you talking about- I’ve never once been concerned-” Hoseok tilted his head, flipping through his notepad.
“Last week, you called me at… 3 a.m. Told me that you saw a pair of eyes staring at you when you were sleeping- you said it scared you.” Yoongi opened his mouth,
“I was fucking terrified,” Hoseok nodded,
“It was your husband. He was asking you if you wanted to watch Barbie… Umm… the princess and the pauper?” Yoongi stared at him.
“He’s getting worse.” Hoseok’s brow moved up,
“Who is Yoongi?”
“The only other person living with me!” Hoseok sighed, “I swear to god! I think he wants to kill me- I’m sure he’s going to hide my body under the floorboards- and when the police come to investigate- he’s going to invite them in, offer them tea and tell them I went away on business!” Hoseok stared at him, “Then he’ll feel guilty and-” Hoseok threw a mint at the screen. Yoongi lightly chuckled. “Don’t work through a screen Hoseok.” Hoseok stared at him, rolling his eyes.
“Yoongi this is not a story. Stop reading horror stories.” Hoseok sat back in his seat, “Now, tell me how things have gotten worse?” Yoongi ran his hands through his hair,
“Okay,” He nodded, “I went to get some breakfast… and- he was already there. I did what you said- maybe he was hungry- so I’ve been ordering food beforehand. Since- I guess he doesn’t just eat frozen food-”
“Did that help?” Yoongi shook his head furiously, “No?”
“H-he… he’s getting worse.” Yoongi swallowed hard, “This morning-” Yoongi blinked, “He- he asked me if I wanted to go for a walk.” Yoongi and Hoseok were both silents. It went on for a long time until Hoseok broke it,
“What?”
“He asked me,” Yoongi got closer to the camera, “If I wanted to go out- for a walk.”
“That isn’t bad.” Hoseok retorted, “In fact, it’s better for you to go out, for a small walk- you know? Get some air-” Hoseok paused, “Yoongi have you at all left your home?” Yoongi stayed silent, that enough being an answer. “Seriously? You haven’t at all-”
“What if we get sick-”
“Yoongi! As long as you wear a mask- and gloves-”
“No.” Yoongi shook his head, “I’m not going to go out and catch-” Yoongi blinked, “He’s home.”
“Who is?” Yoongi blinked, “I heard the front door alarm.” Yoongi sighed, “That means he came home early. His walks- they are usually like… 4 hours. He even said he was going to go buy food.”
“Oh! How wonderful, how come you didn’t mention that he was cooking for you?” Yoongi shook his head, “Yoongi- come on, it’s so good!” Yoongi’s eyes grew small, “Yoongi-” The door to Yoongi’s office opened, Yoongi quickly standing up and placing his hand over the camera-
“Yoongi-” Yoongi grabbed his mouse, quickly closing the screen. Seokjin was at the doorway, gloves on his hands, mask still over his neck. Yoongi sat back on his chair, eyes large. “Sorry-”
“Yeah,” Yoongi answered, “Knock next time,” Yoongi sighed, “What- what do you want?” Seokjin blinked, his hands moving down to his waist. Seokjin’s mouth opened slightly, his eyes falling down to the ground. “What?”
“I’m gonna start cooking dinner.”
“Okay. Do whatever you want,” Yoongi’s voice was sharp, “And take off all that. Coming into our house- to infect me-” Seokjin’s eyes fell to his gloves, feeling terrible. “Go throw that out. I’ll be down in a little-” Seokjin shook his head,
“No-no, I’ll take care of it.” Seokjin nodded, “Umm… Yoongi?” Yoongi shut his laptop, eyes up to Seokjin,
“What?” Seokjin’s mouth opened,
“Can… C-can I have-” He looked down for a moment, “I’ll bring you your dinner in here, alright?” Yoongi stared at him,
“Yeah-yeah that’s fine with me.”
“Good. Don’t leave this room, alright?” Seokjin finished, before turning back- closing the door behind him. Yoongi stared at the door. He was planning on killing him. Yoongi was so fucking sure of it now. Yoongi moved forward, taking his phone up. He dialed quickly, sliding out of his chair, he moved to below his desk.
“Yoongi?” Hoseok’s voice was soft, “Why did you hang up-”
“I need to see you,” Hoseok sounded confused,
“How- Yoongi there is a quarantine-”
“I need to see you, please… I can-I can’t do this anymore-”
“You’re going to have to wait until this thing is-”
“I want to kill myself!” Yoongi shouted Hoseok sighed.
“Fucking shit- motherfucking-” He sounded as if he was getting up, “I’ll send you my fucking address. Be over here in 15 minutes, do you understand Yoongi?”
“Yes. Yes- thank you so much.” Hoseok hung up, Yoongi crawling out of the desk. He looked back at the door, knowing full well- he couldn’t go out that way. Yoongi looked back at the window to his office, knowing full well what he was going to do.
Seokjin closed the door behind him. W-who was that walking dumpling speaking to? Seokjin still had his hand over the door. W-why did he cover it? Seokjin drew closer to the door, placing his ear on the door.
“I need to see you.” Seokjin swallowed hard as he heard, “I can’t do this anymore!” His bones shook as he heard the man speak. Wh-who was he speaking to? “Please…” Seokjin grew closer to the door, “I want to kill myself!” Seokjin moved back, staring at the closed door.
W-what was so wrong? He took in a deep breath. Was-was he seeing someone? Yoongi shook his head. Impossible. Impossible. Seokjin blinked,
“Then… then who is he speaking with?” Seokjin bit down his bottom lip, “A… he’s sleeping with someone else.” Seokjin looked down, he knew- he knew he couldn’t be upset. Seokjin had done the same to him- yet… it seems so different. Seokjin knew he was married and made no attempts to hold a relationship. Flings. That’s what he had- but… what he heard from Yoongi. That sounded like more. Like someone, he was desperate to see. Seokjin took in a deep breath, shaking his head. It wasn’t his business anymore. Jungkook would be here soon- and Seokjin didn’t need him to be hungry.
“Yoongi…” Yoongi nodded,
“Yeah- what’s up?” Hoseok stared at the man,
“Why are you covered in dirt? And why is there-” Hoseok pulled out the leaf in the man’s hair.
“Had to sneak out. Don’t- I don’t want anyone to know that I left. He told me that I should stay inside my office- that he would make me dinner.” Hoseok stared at him,
“Do do you perhaps think he’s trying to make you dinner? To get on your good side? Since you both are stuck at home together?” Yoongi blinked, shaking his head.
“No. No- I’m sure that isn’t it. Like- if you look into his eyes,” Hoseok shook his head,
“You should have brought him too then, so I could meet him-”
“He wants to kill me!” Hoseok sighed,
“Yoongi, have a seat- I’m going to go make you a cup of tea.” Yoongi waved him off,
“No, no- I’ll take a coffee though-”
“Yoongi, it’s seven p.m.” Yoongi nodded,
“Strongest brew you have will be fine. Black please.” Yoongi took a seat on Hoseok’s couch, pulling up the book Hoseok had on the coffee table. Hoseok stared at him, before going into his kitchen. He came back in a short amount of time, handing Yoongi a mug. Yoongi lifted it to his lips, “What?” Yoongi asked, eyes up to meet Hoseok’s.
“How much caffeine have you had today?” Yoongi shrugged,
“A bit-”
“Because too much could cause paranoia… along with alertness, that could cause your anxiety to get worse.” Yoongi shook his head,
“You think I’m imagining my husband plotting my murder because I’ve drunk a little bean water?”
“Exactly.” Hoseok smiled, “You need to get some rest- rest that isn’t induced by Xanax?” Yoongi stared at the man,
“Are you attacking me?”
“Yeah, I doubt your husband is trying to kill you.” Hoseok rolled his eyes, “Even though I wouldn’t be surprised…” He mumbled under his breath,
“What did you say?”
“Nothing, nothing…” Hoseok sat back in his seat, “Let’s talk about how you feel?”
“I don’t feel-OW!” A mint landed straight on Yoongi’s forehead,
“Get started,” Hoseok told him.
Seokjin lowered his spoon, nodding at the taste of the food. He had done well-
Ding! He put on his gloves, opening the oven, pulling out a roasted chicken. He placed it on a rack on the stove, smiling at himself. He had finished making dinner, all there was to do was-
He felt his phone vibrate, quickly he pulled it up. Jungkook was there. Seokjin rushed to the front door, opening it. The boy stood there, smiling at him.
“Hyung!” Seokjin moved forward, hugging Jungkook.
“Come in, come in… dinner is done!” Jungkook walked inside, eyes wandering around the home.
“This place looks amazing!” Seokjin smiled,
“Thanks.” He looked around, the decorations were a bit dull for his taste. “Go watch t.v. I’m just serving food real quick,” Jungkook nodded, tilting his head.
“Where is the living room?” Seokjin pointed him to the living room, the man nodding and going to sit down. Seokjin went back to the kitchen, fixing his husband a plate of the food. Seokjin peeked out of the kitchen, staring at Jungkook smiling as he watched a cartoon on the screen. Seokjin took up his plate, scurrying away to his office. Seokjin knocked softly, before pushing the door open. Seokjin felt a soft chill run through his body, closing the door behind him.
“Yoongi? Yoongi-” Seokjin grew silent, as he saw the light in the small bathroom in the office. Seokjin placed the plate down on the desk. Seokjin noticed his phone, it glowed as he got another message. “Yoongi! I’m going to leave the plate on your desk.” Seokjin nodded, his eyes moving up to the window. It was completely open. “It’s so cold in here!” Seokjin remarked, looking back at the door. He kept it open earlier- since it was a warm day… but now it had cooled down so much. Seokjin chewed his bottom lip, “I’m closing the window. It’s too cold to have it just open.” Seokjin went to the window, shutting it closed. Seokjin smiled, the wind stops him. “Eat your dinner before it gets cold! I left you a drink too!” Seokjin smiled at himself, “I’ll be back later to pick up your plate.” Seokjin turned back, leaving the room- closing it gently. Seokjin went back to the dining room, serving himself and Jungkook, before calling the man over to have dinner with him.
Yoongi sighed, pulling his thin hoodie closer to his body. Why was it so cold now? He trudged through the small woods to his home. Did he still think his husband was going to kill him? No. No- but! His behavior lately had been suspicious! Yoongi knew that much but… Hoseok told him it may have been due to the fact that Yoongi never spent so much time around the man. So as of now, Yoongi would give him the benefit of the doubt. He looked at the back of his house, the sensory light turning on. He tilted his head- Seokjin must have set the alarm already? He walked back to his office window, reading himself for a climb when- his eyes met with the darkroom. Yoongi’s fingers tapped on the window. His eyes lost their gleam. Someone closed his window. Angrily, he searched his pockets. Fuck. He pressed his eyes closed. He left his keys in the bowl in the front. No worries. He could just call- he looked for his phone. Fuck. He left that on the desk to make sure Seokjin wouldn’t suspect he left. “Fuck!” He locked himself out. Yoongi ran his hand through his hair. He had one choice now.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Seokjin sat up in bed, eyes large. He had definitely heard something call his name. He looked around the darkroom. Jungkook's soft snores next to him were the only thing that let him relax a little. He wasn’t alone. The boy stayed over for the night- since by the time dinner was over- curfew had started and Seokjin couldn’t think about him getting into trouble so- he offered him his room. It was normal. The boy loved sleeping next to Seokjin, he had done it since he was a young kid when Seokjin had first met him. Seokjin was scared right now though- not knowing what was calling his name.
“It was low, a husky voice. It sounded familiar. Enough to make his skin crawl at the thought. Seokjin’s eyes ran through the room.
“Seok-seokjin!” Seokjin sat straight up off the bed. He had to protect the younger man- whatever this was- it was scaring him. He crept closer to his closet- the voice growing louder and louder as he moved closer. Seokjin reached the closet, throwing it open. He turned on the light, staring into the closet. It was empty. Well, there was no person there. Seokjin sighed. Maybe it was just his imagination- “Seokjin-” He turned his head to the window patio. His eyes grew large as he heard the scraping on the door. A small jiggle of the door. Oh god, Seokjin took up a shoe- going to the patio- pushing back the blinds slightly to see.
“AHHH!” Seokjin let out a loud scream! He jumped back, Jungkook quickly waking up-
“WHAT-WHAT?!” He screamed. Seokjin pointed at the window, holding his shoe up in defense.
“There’s-there’s a ghost outside!” Jungkook’s eyes grew large, he rushed to open the door- a blast of cold air rushed into the room. The figure outside was still real, Seokjin shrieking- throwing his shoe across the room to hit it in the chest.
“Owwf-” The man slumped a little, clutching his chest. It didn’t just past through his chest. Must have been a person then. The man drew his head up, staring at the two men in the room.
“Who the hell are you?” Jungkook asked, the man grunted in anger.
“Who the fuck am I?” Seokjin lifted his head at the voice. Oh no, he looked back up. With no mistake, his husband’s pale face was illuminated by the moonlight. He looked back at the boy who was shirtless, protective of Seokjin. “Who the fuck are you? Coming into my house?!” Jungkook’s eyes were large, confusion running through them.
“Wait- your house-” Jungkook tilted his head, “Are you his roommate-?” Yoongi walked forward, pushing Jungkook out of the way.
“I’m his fucking husband.” Yoongi retorted, throwing Seokjin’s shoe out of the window. “Who the fuck are you? Fucking someone’s husband in his own home?” Jungkook’s eyes moved to Seokjin.
“Hyung-”
“What? He didn’t tell you he was married?” Yoongi growled, “That he fucks other men despite it-” Jungkook swallowed hard, quickly reaching for his shirt on the floor- throwing it on and dashing out of the room. Seokjin looked back up at Yoongi,
“Asshole!” Seokjin screamed at him, standing up-
“Let him go. Just some other kid you're fucking-” Seokjin turned his head back,
“There is a curfew!” Seokjin retorted, “I wasn’t fucking him! I just didn’t want him to get into trouble!” Seokjin screamed back at Yoongi. Quickly, Seokjin dashed out of the room, after the shirtless man. Yoongi scratched his head.
“What the fuck?” He asked himself.
Chapter 6: Cryptic
Notes:
I have two exams coming up. I have a lab in like 20 minutes. I have a bad back. You'd think I stopped working on this but- nope. Anyways, life is not fun but also not that bad. Have fun reading!
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Chapter Text
Mistakes were made. Now, Yoongi is sitting in front of Hoseok, both staring at each other in silence. This was not the first time today they had both been drawn them speechless.
“So…” Hoseok folded his hands on his lap, “Yoongi- tell me if this is correct, okay?” He lifted his notebook closer to his face. “You left your keys-” Hoseok’s brow moves up, “in your office because you thought your husband was going to kill you- so you decided to climb to his window- tap on it. Waited until you woke him- found him with another man- and then exposed him- only to then find out that it was his ex-lovers younger brother who couldn’t leave because of quarantine’s curfew.” Hoseok’s eyes glance up to Yoongi, the man’s face not budging at all. Damn. “And then- he…” Hoseok readjusted his glasses, “He baked you a cake.” Yoongi lifted his finger, the only time he’s spoken in the last few minutes.
“My favorite cake actually, Red. Velvet.” Hoseok crossed his leg over his other, His pen brushed the paper lightly,
“Was it good?” Yoongi’s eyes grew to the size of saucers.
“You think I ate that?” He shook his head, “He definitely poisoned it. He did- I swear-”
“Or,” Hoseok smiled, “He baked you a cake to get along with you because you embarrassed him in front of another person and accused him of adultery-” Hoseok stopped himself, “No, no- you might actually be right about not eating that cake this time.” Yoongi waved his hands in the air as emphasis.
“I know!” Yoongi was a bit fidgety, his left leg shaking. Hoseok took note of this,
“Okay,” Hoseok let out a sigh, “I’m going to need you to explain this to me again, okay- I need to get a better story of this.” Yoongi nodded,
“Yeah, yeah,” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay, so that kid had just stormed off okay?” Hoseok nodded, “So-”
Seokjin rushed after Jungkook, the young man was quick, crossing down the stairs in no time at all.
“Jungkook- Jungkook! Please! Please wait- let me explain!” Seokjin zoomed down the stairs, managing to make it down without stumbling. “Jungkook!” The boy grew still, Seokjin taking in a deep breath as he saw the man stop. He was trembling, his teeth could be heard chattering, fist tightened. Seokjin moved his hand forward, touching his shoulder. Jungkook shrugged it off, turning back to stare at Seokjin. His eyes were blood red,
“What?!” Jungkook shouted, “What Seokjin- what are you going to explain? How you’re married? Why Namjoon’s been so sad?!” Seokjin was hushed as he heard him. Jungkook shook his head,
“Jungkook-”
“Explain it Seokjin hyung, explain to me why you’re married to a man right after ending the relationship with my brother?!” Seokjin shut down, his voice lowered. Jungkook shook his head, “I can’t believe this-”
“Hey!” Yoongi’s voice rang through the house. He was standing behind Seokjin, eyes staring at the two men. Now, did Yoongi know what he was doing? No. No, he didn’t know at all but- his big mouth had called out, and now, all eyes were on him. Yoongi swallowed hard, “Okay-” He nodded, almost shocked that they gave him attention at all. “Jungkook was it?” Jungkook crossed his arms over his chest,
“I am, who the hell are you even?” Now, was Yoongi’s ego huge? Yes. EVERYONE knew who Yoongi was. Everyone.
“I’m Min Yoongi,” Yoongi put his hand on his chest, “I don’t want to give you the wrong impression kid,” Where was Yoongi going with this,
“Yoongi!” Seokjin snapped, “Don’t-”
“It’s alright Jinnie.” Seokjin’s eyes were large at the sound of that, “Time for the truth, don’t want to give anyone the wrong idea.” Yoongi smiled, “Seokjin, you see-” Was he about to lie through his ass? Yes. “He married me, an old childhood friend after his relationship ended because,” Yoongi’s eyes darted around the room before he cooled as his mind almost dinged. “He married me as a favor.”
“Huh?” Both Jungkook and Seokjin let out that sound. Yoongi nodded along. Now, Yoongi was good at a few things, lying straight out of his ass? That was one. How else would he have gotten this far in life? Yoongi shook his head,
“Seokjin was a childhood friend of mine,” Yoongi smiles, “I moved away for a while-” Yoongi sighed, “Moved to America- and then I came back home. I wanted to start a company here you see-” Yoongi ran his hands into his pockets, “I needed to get married to you know- show the world they can invest in a man like me.” Yoongi smiled, “I and Seokjin are strictly business partners.” Seokjin was opened mouthed, staring at Yoongi in shock. As of late, they had never announced that their relationship was a rouse. “I’m sorry if you… misunderstood, Jungkook. I would never want you to assume someone as kind, and-” Yoongi’s eyes shifted up, a small smirk perking on his lip. “Just a friend who helped me out.” Jungkook stared at Yoongi, moving his attention to Seokjin.
“Is this true Hyung?” Seokjin was stilled,
“Yes, yes- it’s all true.” Jungkook seemed to sigh, his breath brushed out of his mouth.
“Thank god,” Jungkook placed his hand on his bare chest, “Thank god… I was so worried- that-that-” Jungkook’s head turned up, his eyes large. Yoongi didn’t like the glaze over them as they stared at him. “I’m sorry that I just came into your home and treat you like this. I-I should leave-”
“Nonsense.” Yoongi spouted out, “Jungkook, any friend of Seokjin is a friend of mine.” Seokjin was still in the back of the room, “Besides, the curfew is in effect, I could not have you leave our home.” Yoongi smiled. Seokjin had never seen that look on his face, “You can stay in one of our guest bedrooms,” Yoongi took in a deep breath, “The East wing is such a perfect place to rest in, but first- I’m making tea, would you care for some?” Jungkook lowered his head,
“W-west wing?” The younger man lifted his head, “How big is this place?”
Hoseok leaned forward listening to Yoongi’s every word.
“So,” He nodded, “You exposed your husband,” Hoseok licked his upper lip, “ then you saw him struggling to lie to someone he knew about your marriage, so you helped him out?” Yoongi nodded,
“I did.” He sighed, “I saved his ass,” Yoongi was smug, crossing his arms over his chest. “But yeah, no big deal.” Hoseok’s brow moved up,
“Not necessarily,” Yoongi stared up at him, as he heard him.
“Huh?” Yoongi’s smirk faded, “What do you mean?” Hoseok took in a deep breath,
“Oh,” Hoseok shook his head, “You haven’t figured it out Yoongi?” All of the humor Yoongi had running through him was gone. “Come on Yoongi, I was sure you’d know what you did.”
“No.” Yoongi shook his head, “No, I don’t know what you mean?” Hoseok had a smile laid on his face. “Now, continue,” Yoongi stared at him for a moment. Hoseok didn’t hesitate, “Something wrong Yoongi?”
“No.” Yoongi snapped a little bitterly. Hoseok smiled,
“Go on then,” Yoongi stared at him. “Continue Yoongi,” Yoongi’s jaw was clenched, his tongue poked out lightly.
“I woke up the next morning.” Yoongi’s entire tone changed. “And something weird happened.” Hoseok tilted his head,
“What do you mean weird Yoongi?” Yoongi let out a deep breath,
“Cake.” Hoseok huffed out a deep sigh,
“Please explain Yoongi,” Yoongi placed his hands on his leg.
“He baked me a cake.” Hoseok was confused,
“Who? Who baked you a cake?” Yoongi was just about to answer, when Hoseok interrupted, “Wait- what kind of cake?” Yoongi almost bore a hole through Hoseok’s head with his stare.
“Red Velvet.”
He doesn’t know what it is. What happened but for the first time, in a very long time- Yoongi had slept through the night. It seemed like all fears of Seokjin stabbing him in his sleep faded away. Why? Yoongi doesn’t have a clue but, what was he to do? Judge? No, he had been too tired, and weary for that. ```Yoongi ran his hand through his hair. It had been a long day, and it had just started. Yoongi walked downstairs. He had already ordered his and Seokjin’s breakfast as usual, well plus one. That would be enough right? Enough for Seokjin not to murder him during his nap he was planning on taking later right? Yoongi walked into the kitchen, and something was off.
There was a warm smell leaving the kitchen. Now, the was suspicious. Ever since this quarantine started, food was ordered in from Yoongi’s point but Seokjin… had cooked for him once in a while- but this was different. This wasn’t the smell of just breakfast. Yoongi’s nose could pick up the scent of chocolate and bread. He looked everywhere a bit scared, what was going on in the kitchen? He walked slowly, going into the kitchen. Seokjin was at the counter, his hand worked quickly and delicately as he decorated a cake. Was it someone’s birthday? Yoongi stood there for a moment before Seokjin turned back- feeling his eyes on him.
“Yoongi?” A large smile appeared on his lips. “Did you sleep well?” Seokjin turned his head, brow rising. Now, to say Seokjin spoke to Yoongi- that was a lie. They usually never spoke more than a few words in the morning. Yoongi grunted, sluggishly moving along to the coffee machine- “Oh!” Seokjin’s voice was perky, “I already made your coffee.” Oh no, Yoongi thought - he’d have to drink some backwater, tea tasting- “Four scoops of fresh coffee beans, right?” Seokjin smiled back at him. That was the perfect amount.
“Yeah.” Yoongi let out. “That’s right.” He mumbled a little, he scooted his feet to the coffee machine. Then it dawned on Yoongi. They had a guest. Yoongi poured himself a cup of coffee, he turned back to face Seokjin. “Is that for the boy?” Seokjin’s brow was risen, as he shook his head,
“No.”
“Oh.” Yoongi replied, “Where is he?” Yoongi lifted his cup of coffee. “Breakfast is going to be here soon.” Seokjin let out a deep breath,
“He woke up early. Had an online lecture he had to get to… I drove him back to his house.”
“Oh.” Yoongi nodded, “Well, I’m sure he’d have liked the cake if he would have stayed a little longer.” Seokjin shook his head,
“Not really,” Seokjin said quickly, “He hates buttercream frosting.” Yoongi was a bit confused. He loved buttercream frosting.
“What a shame.” Yoongi shakes his head, “He’s missing out on some free cake.” Yoongi smiles, “I got you some pancakes- the flat ones that you like… with berries.” Seokjin’s brow moved up. He was confused as to what a flat pancake was. Yoongi didn’t budge,
“Crepes?” Yoongi nodded his head, “That sounds good.” Seokjin said as he pushed back the strawberry topped cake. “What do you think?” He asks Yoongi. Yoongi looks at the cake,
“Looks super good.” Seokjin nods, “Who’s it for?” Yoongi asks.
“You.”
Ding!
“Oh.” The front door had rung, “I’ll go get it.” Seokjin speaks meekly, “You can cut yourself some- tell me if you like it.” Yoongi watched as Seokjin skipped away. Yoongi’s eyes moved down to the cake. His eyes remained on it,
“He baked me a cake…”
Hoseok took in a deep breath,
“Did you eat it?” Yoongi stared at Hoseok,
“What do you think? You think I ate a cake that-that man-made for me?” Hoseok shrugged,
“I don’t know Yoongi, that’s why I’m asking you. I’m your therapist not a psychic.” Yoongi pressed his lips together,
“I pay you way too much for the answers you give me.” Hoseok lifts his hand,
“So you ate it?” Yoongi nods,
“Yeah, yeah- I was scared it had arsenic.” He lowered his head, “But it was good. Like,” He stared at Hoseok, “Really good.”
“Good! And seeing that you’re still alive means it didn’t have arsenic Yoongi, right?” Yoongi let out a deep breath,
“Yeah-yeah I guess.” Yoongi picked at his thumb, “Somethings been off with him.” Hoseok sat up straighter as he heard what he had said.
“What do you mean Yoongi?” Yoongi didn’t even look up at him.
“He’s been doing things… weird things…” Hoseok could see that Yoongi’s face had changed as he spoke.
“Yoongi?”
Yoongi was sitting down on the couch, his leg kicked over on the coffee table. He was watching the news, the stock section going on in the background as he was on his phone. He was checking out the statistics of positive testing, trying to find out when he’d finally be allowed out of the house and back to work.
“Yoongi?” Yoongi lifted his head as he heard his name being called.
“In the living room!” Yoongi called out, Seokjin scampered down to the living room. Yoongi had lowered his phone, “What’s up?” Seokjin was carrying measuring tape,
“Get up for me please?” Yoongi didn’t know how to respond to that, instead, he just stood up. Seokjin quickly measured Yoongi’s arm to his shoulder. Yoongi stood still, his head still. Seokjin then took the measurement of Yoongi’s shoulder.
“Not that big.” Seokjin snarked, but continued, his hand moving up to measure Yoongi’s head. Yoongi was staring straight into Seokjin’s face. This was odd.
“Umm… what are you-”
“Raise your arms.” Yoongi did so, Seokjin brought the measuring tape around Yoongi’s waist, he pulled Yoongi forward, pinching the tape. Seokjin lowered himself, reading the number. “Wow. Tiny boy.” Seokjin stood up, “ ‘Kay, thanks.” Seokjin turned away, leaving the room. This left Yoongi confused. What… Yoongi took in a deep breath, “What was that about?”
Things continued like that. Seokjin would do something, Yoongi would be confused. He had begun to behave very differently. Seokjin would wake up every morning, he would be cooking or baking something. Yoongi would have breakfast with him, breakfast he had cooked. Seokjin had started to pick things up at home. He would be caught cooking- a lot- cleaning, and baking. Yoongi just mocked it all up to him being bored. He didn’t have a job like Yoongi right? He must have just been bored. That’s why he was doing all these things. It started to tip Yoongi off that something wasn’t right. How?
“Yoongi?” Seokjin opened the door to his office, “Hey, I’m making lunch. I’m making grilled cheese and tomato soup, do you want one or two?” Yoongi was on a zoom call, his head moving up to stare at the man who just entered his office. “Also for dinner, I’m going to the store- need to get some capers for the salmon pasta.” Yoongi blinked as he stared at Seokjin. “Two?” Yoongi looked back at his laptop,
“Sorry, my husband just walked in. Give me a moment.” Yoongi turned to face Seokjin, “Two is fine.” Seokjin nodded happily, walking away cluelessly. Yoongi turned back to his meeting,
“Got the old’ husband cooking for you eh?” He let out a sigh,
“Run the numbers again, Park.”
Yoongi walked into the dining room, hearing Seokjin’s humming from the kitchen.
“Yoongi! Your food’s on the table!” Yoongi stared at his plate. The crust to the sandwiches was cut off, just the way he liked it. Yoongi sat down, staring down at the plate of food. At this point, he trusted that the food Seokjin made him- was not poisoned. He deduced this because he was still alive even after a week of this. He picked up his sandwich, Seokjin walking into the room, a pink apron over him, a bright smile on his lips.
“How’s work going?” He said as he sat down. Now, Seokjin- had never asked him how his work was going. Ever. Yoongi looked up,
“Okay. Work is normal.” Yoongi took in a deep breath, “What- what do you do?” Now, Yoongi didn’t mean for it to come out as bad as it did. It seemed like he asked what he even did- but he was just curious. He just wanted to know what he did with his day. Seokjin took in a deep breath,
“Not much.” Seokjin pressed his lips together, “I play video games…” He seemed to bite the inside of his mouth, “I-I don’t do much.” He looked down a little in disappointment.
“Have you ever had a job?” Yoongi asked him, just curious. Yoongi stared at Seokjin,
“I-I... “ Seokjin paused, “I haven’t.” Yoongi figured. His father probably paid for everything for him. For every luxury in his life. Yoongi pressed his lips together,
“Must be nice,” Yoongi let out a deep breath, “Have everything paid for by your dad huh?” Yoongi pulled up the napkin from his lap, putting it on the plate. “Thanks for lunch.” Yoongi picked up his plate, leaving the room.
Hoseok flung a peppermint across the room, hitting Yoongi straight on his forehead.
“Ow!” Yoongi moved his hand up, covering his forehead. “What was that for?”
“For being jealous.” Hoseok shook his head, “You have abandonment issues- from being left alone at a young tender age- and if anyone- seems to just take for granted you feel the need to make them feel lesser. Anyone who didn’t suffer as you did- doesn’t have a single right to complain, to even compare their pain to yours. Because you’ve worked for every single thing you’ve had in this world. You make those who have had just a little bit of help- as if they are useless, helpless creatures, that can’t do a thing for themselves.” Hoseok didn’t even hesitate, “You wanted to have someone with you when you were by yourself when you were alone when you were helpless.” Yoongi didn’t budge, “You’re jealous of him for having a family.”
“I don’t need a family.” Yoongi huffed- “Ow.”
“Humans aren’t solitary Yoongi, by nature itself, you shouldn’t be alone.” Hoseok took up another mint, Yoongi flinching at the sight of another one. “Your husband knows this. He seeks comfort in other men. You still believe that you- are meant to be by yourself?” Hoseok asked,
“I am.” Hoseok placed a mint into his mouth.
“That’s terrible you feel like that Yoongi.”
Yoongi walked out of his office, smelling the air. Something was cooking. Yoongi’s phone dinged, fishing it from his pocket. Someone had sent him a text message.
“Yoongi!” Yoongi was caught off guard, Seokjin sitting down on the couch,
“Dinner is almost done, I made beef stew and fresh bread.” Seokjin’s hands were busy as he watched some cartoons on the tv. There was yarn in his hands, two knitting needles quickly at work.
“You can knit?” Seokjin nodded,
“Yup.” He smiled, “I learned to knit from my mother,” Seokjin blinked low, before he looked up at Yoongi, “How was work?”
“Good-” Yoongi’s phone dinged again, him reaching into his pocket. “Fuck.” Seokjin tilted his head at that,
“Is something wrong?” Seokjin asked,
“Just some idiot who works for me.” Yoongi started typing, “He wants to come run something by me-”
“Oh.” Seokjin hands stopped moving, “I-I can add an extra plate to the table-”
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
“Fuck!” Yoongi cursed, “He’s calling me.” Yoongi looked back at Seokjin, “I’ll be back in a minute.” Yoongi turned away, leaving Seokjin in the living room.
Yoongi came back out into the living room, mask in his hand.
“Seokjin!” He called out for him. Seokjin came back from the kitchen,
“Hey- I served dinner-”
“You did?” His brow moved up, “No need, I’m gonna head out- something came up.” Seokjin stared at him, before nodding.
“Yeah, okay.” Seokjin pointed back, “Should I clean up your plate-” Yoongi shook his head,
“No-no- I’ll eat it when I get back.” Seokjin smiled, nodding. “I’ll be back in a bit,” Yoongi pulled up his face mask before turning away and leaving.
Yoongi got home… a lot later than anticipated. Something had come up, and now he was home- a quarter to four. He entered the house, setting his keys down onto the counter. He walked forward, and into the living room. Seokjin was laying down on the couch, sleeping quietly. Yoongi wondered if he often sat here and slept on the couch. He saw that he had put away his knitting needles on the coffee table ahead of him. Yoongi contemplated waking the sleeping man- to tell him to go rest in bed but… something inside of him just told him to leave him be. To let him do what he wanted. He started to walk back to his room- when a thought occurred to him.
“No way,” He whispered to himself, but still, he made his way to the dining room. He entered, and there at the table were two plates set out for the. Had he waited for him to get back to eat? Something inside of him felt off at the sudden thought. Something wasn’t good.
“Ahh…” Hoseok let out, “What you felt Yoongi,” Hoseok smiled, “Is guilt. Seokjin waited for you to get home- so you could have dinner-”
“He shouldn’t have waited that long,” Yoongi retorted.
“Well,” Hoseok started, “You told him you’d be back in no time, he assumed such- and waited for you to get home,” Hoseok pulled up his glasses, “But you got home late- he must have fallen asleep waiting for you.” Yoongi’s eyes darted to the side, “You feel guilty knowing he did something like that for you-”
“I mean… I didn’t ask him-”
“He didn’t need to be asked Yoongi. He listened to what you said, and waited because he wanted to have dinner with you.” Yoongi stayed there for a moment, confused.
“Why?”
“Yoongi?” Hoseok asks, “Have you ever seen Seokjin with friends?”
“Huh?” Yoongi asks, “We’re in a pandemic-”
“Not just in person. Has Seokjin ever spoken to someone? A friend- one that he keeps in touch with often?” Yoongi was halted as he thought. And thought some more. “I take that as a no.” Hoseok nodded, “Seokjin may want company, Yoongi. You told me- he does nothing but cook- clean, knit?” Hoseok sighed, “He may not be able to share much with you- because you are both still strangers- but right now… you might be all the company he has.”
Yoongi had sat down on the couch, turning on the news in the morning. Seokjin wasn’t awake yet, which was odd. Since the day that boy came to visit, he’s been up every morning early cooking them breakfast, he had done such that Yoongi didn’t bother to order breakfast this morning. The stock report had just begun when-
Seokjin appeared from the stairs, he had something in his hand, as he came to the living room.
“Good morning-” Yoongi couldn’t finish his sentence, Seokjin outstretched his hand a small pink bag in hand.
“I made you something.” Seokjin gave him a sheepish smile, tiredness still all over his face, “Try it on.” Yoongi stared down at his hand, before taking it. “I’ll start breakfast.” Seokjin almost floated away, Yoongi holding the small bag in his hand. He opened it, pulling out a royal purple sweater. Yoongi knew from the color that that was what Seokjin had been working on for several days. Yoongi felt his hands tremble as he touched the fabric.
“He made it for me?”
Hoseok stared at him,
“Why would he do that?” Yoongi asked, “Why would he make me a sweater- I didn’t ask for it-”
“Yoongi,” Hoseok smiled, “He’s thankful to you.” Hoseok closed his pen, “You helped him from that other person from hating him. You were nice enough to do that for him. He might just want you to know how much he appreciates you.” Hoseok smiles, “He is grateful Yoongi.”
“Why?”
“Yoongi,” Hoseok began, “when people do something nice- people become grateful.” Hoseok nods, “Your husband is showing gratitude. He even made you something.” Hoseok smiled, “You should do the same.”
“Make him something?” Yoongi asked, confused. Hoseok shook his head,
“No, Yoongi- be appreciative. You could make him something- but just try to say something. Say thank you because-” Hoseok looked down at Yoongi’s royal purple sweater, “It looks nice.”
Yoongi had just finished his session with Hoseok. He felt better knowing why he had felt the way he did.
“Seokjin!” He called as he entered his home, “I’m home! I bought you something-” Yoongi was stopped as he spoke as he entered his living room. Yoongi had a smile on his face, as he entered the living room- he had a small bag a gift for him- when.
“What are you doing here?” A tall man stared back at Yoongi. Yoongi knew him from a bar, since the beginning of his marriage. Why was he here- why was he in his home-
Yoongi could hear a small whimper, his eyes moving down- seeing his husband sitting down on the couch, tears streaming down his face.
“Y-Yoongi…” His voice was muted by his sob,
“Seokijn-”
“You left me for him?” Namjoon faced Seokjin, eyes sharp, voice filled with hurt. “You ruined what we had- to marry-” Namjoon turned back to stare at Yoongi. “Him.”
Notes:
Drink water, wear your masks, and love yourself!
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