Bᴀʙʏ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ °ˢᵒᵖᵉ°└ᵒⁿ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ┐

Chapter 12

They were awakened by the painful and frightened cry of Hoseok.

They did not know what was happening but they ran to the room of his son, who was sitting on his bed with his face soaked with sweat and his eyes were wet.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Nara asked, totally concerned as she approached and her husband turned on the light. Hoseok was shaking.

"There was a-a bad man," the little boy explained between sobs, rubbing his little hands into fists against his eyes.

The couple looked at each other eyes, concerned.

"Where, puppy ?"

"D-down from my bed. He wanted to take-take me and he-then he said-he said he would go for Yoongi Hy-hyung ..."

They had a hard time understanding it, but when they did they sighed more calmly.  Nara caressed his cheek and held him in her arms, while Mr. Jung checked under the bed.  Perhaps there was a stuffed animal that, since it was all dark, the child saw it as something terrifying.  But there was nothing, not even a trace of scent.  He got up and kissed his son's forehead.

"It was just a nightmare, honey. There is nothing here..."

But that night Hoseok slept in his parents' room, surrounded by the protection of their bodies.

Yoongi lay down on the bed, letting out a sigh.  In his chest he could feel the hyperactivity of his wolf, who moved from here to there, totally indignant. Yoongi, he still had to get used to it.

He stared at the ceiling, letting his thoughts wash over him and drown him, trying to find the answer to the origin of the universe, or rather, the origin of Jung Hoseok.  There was no second, since he saw him, that he did not try to remember something else about him, of the "attached" relationship that others insisted they had when they were so lonely children.

"Why couldn't he remember it? Why didn't his parents ever tell him about him? Did his arrival have something to do with his wolf awakening?  Was he really a Beta?  Why is his wolf so angry now?"

Ahh, it was too much. He got back up. He needed answers.

He decided it was best to ask his parents.

He walked through the corridors until he reached their room, and knocked twice before hearing the husky voice of his father giving him permission to enter.

"Son," Hyorin whispered in surprise. "What's wrong? Did something happened? Are you okay?"

"Yes," he answered quickly to calm his mother's concern. "Just ..." he took a deep breath, he didn't know why, but when he saw his mother's warm eyes, something prickled him. "Why have they never told me about Jung Hoseok?"

Hyorin let the air out from her lips, as if she had waited a long time to answer the question and looked at her husband, Chunghe. They both sighed at the same time.

Finally Hyorin got up from the bed and walked to a small cabinet, opened the last drawer and from the bottom she took out a book, quite heavy, which turned out to be a photo album.

"The reason was to protect you, Yoongi," she whispered, approaching her son and stroking his hair. "I don't know if we did well. But when the Jung's left, when Hoseok left, you went with him. You barely spoke, you barely touched the food, you stopped seeing the Kims ... You turned off. We were worried, you were dying of sadness."

Yoongi's brow furrowed.

"But, one morning ..." Hyorin's voice failed "You woke up, smiling, asking about Jin, Taehyung and Jimin... You had breakfast, you told us that you had a nice dream, and everything it was like before. Something had changed. Your wolf left, fell asleep, and with him, Hoseok and all the memories of him."

Hyorin wiped away a treacherous tear with her hand and ChungHe got up to hug her.

"We erased all memories of him, photographs, gifts ... We just wanted to protect you."

Yoongi was processing all the information when he felt his mother take his hand and make him grab that book.

"Everything is there, Yoongi. Maybe it will help you remember ... And forgive us for keeping this from you."

Yoongi didn't answer, he just went to his room with the album in his hands.

He sat on the carpeted floor in his room, hands shaking, and propped the album, pastel blue cover, on his lap. He slowly opened it.

"Oh God no," he whispered in shame when he saw Min Yoongi shamelessly taking a bath.  Below the photograph, he recognized the handwriting of his mother, MYG.  1 year.  Bath time ~

He turned to the other page, where he was with his brother, both children sleeping with their mouths open.  MYG and MHS, (2 and 9 years old) Two cuties cuddling.  He smiled.

On the other page he observed what Jin scoffed at when he asked who Jung Hoseok was.

It was him, holding a baby, while he was biting his cheek and, clearly from his face in the photograph, he didn't like him at all.  MYG AND JHS.  (3 years and 6 months) Future best friends?

The next few pages were packed with photos of him and Hoseok.  Playing, sleeping, playing with the Kim-Parks ... his mother was right, everything was there.

The last photo was taken on his sixth birthday.  Where he happily hugged a little Jung Hoseok.  MYG and JHS (6 and 3 years old).  Last day together.

And that's where the photographs ended, but not the tears that were just beginning to run down his pale cheeks.

A feeling of happiness, produced more by his wolf, spread throughout his chest.

"Hoseokie ... You've come back ..."