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CHAPTER 58: KNOCK!

He didn't know why exactly he got angry. Hoseok referencing him with Sangchul might have spiked his anger. Yeah he was angry that Hoseok referred to him as Sangchul, but his reaction might have proved Hoseok's point.
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Yoongi sat on the kitchen stool, reminiscing on the mess he'd caused. He had tried calling Seokjin several times, but he wasn't picking. Namjoon too wasn't. They were probably busy in the company considering that their come back period was near.

Hoseok had been in his room for almost two or three hours now and Yoongi was more than worried, afraid of what the younger was capable of doing now that Yoongi had helped him open a new wound.

Deciding to try one more time, he went towards the younger room, knocking on the door.

"Hobi?"

He could hear some shuffling, but that was all. He signed, dropping his hands. "I- I'm really sorry please." Yoongi begged. "Please open the door at least, let me know that you're alright."

There was another series of shuffles, followed by feathery foot steps before the door creaked open, just a little bit.

Yoongi got a glimpse of the younger and oh boy, was his heart broken.

He had dry tear stains on his cheek, hair disheveled, eyes swollen from too much crying. "I- I'm sorry." Yoongi repeated.

Hoseok gave a curt nod, before speaking. "I want to see Jimin."

"Ok I'll call Jungkook to bri-..."

"No." The younger interrupted, his voice in its lowest. "I want to go out and see him."

Yoongi's shoulder's slummed. "Hoseok I can't."

And the door was closed once again. Yoongi groaned, turning around. He dragged himself back to the sitting room.

His phone rang, interrupting his thought. It was Namjoon. Asshole! I waited so long." Yoongi snickered as he picked the call.

"Am I speaking to Min Yoongi?" The caller at the other end of the call spoke, his voice didn't sound like Namjoon's, this confused Yoongi.

"Yeah?..."

"And do you know anyone who goes by the name Kim Namjoon?"

"He's my friend." Came Yoongi's reply, beginning to get worried. "Is there any problem? Why do you have his phone?"

"Oh thank goodness, the caller heaved. This is xxxxxxxx Hospital. Your friend Kim Namjoon was brought unconscious into our hospital a few minutes ago. You're the second on his emergency list, so we decided to call you. The first wasn't working."

"Shit" Yoongi stood up. "What hospital again is that? And location?" He asked, shuffling around for his keys.

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He tried calling Seokjin several times as he sped to the said location, but for unknown reasons, it wasn't going. "Shit shit shit! Goddamnit!" He caused, slamming his fist on his sterling wheel. A lot where on his mind right now and he he had no idea what to do.

Realizing he'd left Hoseok alone at home, he quickly messaged the younger about his brief absence, instructing him to lock the doors, not to open the door for anyone and make sure to call him if something goes wrong.

Unfortunately, the message wasn't deliverd and Hoseok didn't receive the message.

In no time, Yoongi was at the given location. The least thing he was expecting was to see an abandoned hospital, looking like it had been deserted several decades ago. Yoongi frowned, picking his phone. He called Namjoon's number, but it wasn't reachable.

"Something is wrong." He mumbled to himself, trying the number one more time. Yet, unreachable. He tried calling Seokjin's number, and still, no response.

It never occurred to him that it was all a set up, to get him out of the house. The newly risen tension, most have occupied his mind.

Taking a U- Turn, he sped up to Namjoon's house. Still trying multiple times to call his or Seokjin's number, but all to no avail.

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On getting to Namjoon's place, he sped up the stairs, bumping into people. "Sorry." He kept apologizing each time he bumped into someone.

Slamming open the door, he was met with a startled Seokjin who was carrying a bowl of pop corn.

"Yoongi? What's wrong?" Seokjin queried, noticing the tensed aura of the younger.

"Where's Joon?"

Just as he asked, Namjoon came out of the room, shirtless. Looking very healthy, nothing wrong.

"Yoongi? You hardly visit, unless I force you to." Namjoon said, laughing.

"No no no! This doesn't seem right." Yoongi furrowed, scanning Namjoon once again.

"Someone called me with your number, informing me that you were injured at the hospital." I've been trying to call both your phones, but nothing is going."

"What? Seokjin spoke, confused. "Joonie? Injured? We just returned from hybe insight not quite long. No one is hurt."

"Yoongi frown deepened, feeling more confused. "Then who called me with your phone?"

"That's strange. I've been with my phone all day, and I haven't called you at all today, neither have I receive any call from you."

"I also haven't received any call from you today.

Now the trio were more than confused.

"Then who called me? Something is wrong somewhere."

Suddenly, Yoongi's phone rang, but went off immediately it rang. Pulling out his phone from his pocket, he checked his notifications.

27 MISSED CALLS FROM BABY SUNSHINE❤️☀️

"Shit! Hobi!" Yoongi caused, dialing the younger's number immediately.

"The number you've called is currently unreachable at the moment. Please try again later."

"Fuck it!" Yoongi caused, trying to call him again.

"The number-..."

"I need to go home. Please call Mr Jeon for me" Yoongi spoke, referring to Namjoon as he sped off towards the entrance.

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"Hoseok lay flat on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He wasn't exactly mad at Yoongi he was just annoyed at how pocessive the elder was.

To be honest, he was more than afraid when the elder lashed out at him, a few of his traumatic memories flashing in front of him. He thanked the stars on how he managed to not get a panic attack.

He knew he was partially at fault for Yoongi's outburst. Yoongi really didn't mean to yell at him. If he hadn't mentioned Sangchul, everything would have been fine.

He signed heavily, rising up from his bed. He was hungry and needed to get something to eat. He made his way outside, putting it in mind to apologize to Yoongi.

There was no Yoongi anywhere. His room, mini studio, kitchen, no where to be seen. Hoseok furrowed his brows wandering where he'd gone.

"Hyung?" He called out, searching everywhere once again. All to no avail.

There was a knock on the door, and Hoseok went straight to answer it, not giving much thought to the danger he was gradually pulling himself into.

If he'd listened to all of Yoongi's warning not to open the door, he probably would have been alright.

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Hola 👋🏾. My exams are over now.😊 I can now concentrate well on this book.

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