Run.... || BTS FF

Twenty Four.

"I know you don't want to share a word about what and why and how the heck we found you there... Right?" Haana softly smiled, and looked at his wound.

Jimin had left the room a little while ago to bring some thing to eat for Hoseok, Yoongi wanted a cup of coffee too.

"Here, doctor gave me this to apply it on the wound you got on your head," she tried giving him the ointment cream tube, but he was just looking at her, thinking something.

She sighed and decided to apply it herself, though he denied first, but then said nothing when she already applied a bit of it. He had bandages on his head too, but a little part of it wasn't covered and needed the cream to be applied.

"Stop caring too much." He said abruptly, when she withdrew her hand and closed the tube, "I don't need any of it." He said.

She looked across the room towards Yoongi, and smiled while recalling what kind of hard head he is, she placed the tube back on the tray and titled her head to look back at Hoseok, who wasn't looking at her but at his hands, thinking something, visibly in denial.

"She has played that game before, so you better stop trying." Yoongi huffed placing himself on the chair across the room, beside a cupboard.

"What did he mean by that?"

Haana softly smiled and urged herself to stop her giggle, "nothing, you'll know once you decide to talk, as, no one can force you to do that, and no one will,i promise."

"What's your name by the way?" Yoongi asked suprising Haana that he too was trying to talk to the new person in the room, that's not a usual Yoongi behaviour.

"Ho-" he stopped, but then spoke, "J-Hope."

"What?" "J-hope-ah?"

"I, actually that's the name i got as a street dancer, i do that to earn money, and I,yeah, i dance." He said, trying to avoid both bewildered looks, "Nothing to be surprised about." He stated in a flat monotonous way, though he tried his best to stop the anxiety creeping upto his chest, tightening his limbs.

"That's-" Yoongi began but got interrupted by Haana's excitement, "J-Hope!"

"How come J-Hope? I mean, it's such a nice name, you're a hope!" She said smiling cheekily while Yoongi looked over him, cautious about if the guy feels bad about anything or is insecure.

He found J-Hope already suprised at Haana's reaction and excitement.

"We have a good place where you can practice your dance you know." Yoongi began, Haana finished his sentence, "Yeah and my mother would love meeting you!"

"I-"

"But!" Jimin said, standing at the door with the tray in his hands, "Haana, Yoongi, my darlings, he never said he'd come with us after getting discharge from the hospital, let alone meeting aunty Haana! And hyung, i think that place is reserved for limited people?"

"H-he's right, I am no one to you people, and i will like remaining that, i am okay on my own just like how I was before."

"I don't think you were really okay yesterday night, all on your own."
Haana frowned and and glared jimin who just looked her dead in the eye.

"So let me be whatever I was!" The guy with all the wounds said.

"Hey, low with the tone, she was just trying to help alright?" Yoongi said, lowering his tone from earlier one.

"I don't need any help, please, thank you so much for not letting my body rott in the cold night yesterday, but I don't need anymore company or any ngo group saving my life." The young guy abruptly said, and looked all annoyed.