BTS Imagines

Hoseok-Don't Leave Pt. 2

Y/n POV
It's been 2 whole weeks. 2 weeks without Hoseok. So far, I've been staying in my small apartment that I bought behind Hoseok's back, just in case that one of these scenarios were to happen and it was just my luck that they did happen.

The first day, I felt extremely lost and broken without Hoseok. Everywhere I turned, I always saw his face. Even though he was extremely controlling, I could tell that he was simply doing it because he cared about me. Even though he had a peculiar way of showing it, I was always deeply touched by his kindness. 

My relationship with him was an eye opener, it continuously tested my patience with him, until I reached my breaking point. But every second with him was undoubtedly my best moments, because other than his possessiveness, it was all worth it in the end to be with him.

This vicious cycle of loneliness repeated itself for about another week. On the second week, I gradually started getting used to life without Hoseok. Little by little, I became introduced to the beauty of the outside world that Hoseok never showed me. I started rebuilding my relationship with my friends and family.

They were worried sick about me, constantly asking about where I've been for the past two years. A little lie couldn't hurt, so I simply explained that I've been living safely and freely with Hoseok.

It was now the 14th night without Hoseok. Even though I acted like I was fine and happy on the outside, I felt slightly lonely in my little apartment. I missed his company and bubbly personality, always cheering me up when I was down.

Outside, the weather was dark and gloomy, and it was raining heavily, perfectly matching my depressed mood. If he was here, he would be cuddling me, gently stroking my hair, and singing softly in my ear until I fell asleep. I felt a single tear roll down my face.

I miss you, Hoseok. So much... Please come back.

A loud CLANG! in the living room brought me out of my thoughts. I jolted up at the loud sound. I broke out into a cold sweat and started getting nervous. I became completely still under my covers, trying not to bring any extra attention to where I was. I then heard some shuffling around, and footsteps nearing my bedroom door.

Fuck... My anxiety was getting worse, and I screwed my eyes shut, praying that the unwanted intruder doesn't come my way. My knob twisted open and the bedroom door slammed open, and my eyes flung open.

In the doorway, a tall, dark figure stood, glowering down on me. My eyes widened and I screamed loudly, hoping to make the neighbors wake up. Before the mysterious stranger took a step closer, a familiar shadow stood behind the man, and punched him straight in the face when he turned around.

The man dropped to the floor, seemingly unconscious. The person looked at me with a hard gaze. I flinched back, softly whimpering,

"P-please... Please don't hurt me..."

I whispered out, having my voice crack at the end.

Their eyes softened and stepped out into the light.

"H-hoseok?"

My eyes grew bigger, and I had mixed emotions. On one hand, I was relieved that he came just on time, but at the same time, I was also suspicious how he did come here right on time.

I brushed off the doubt, and without a second thought, I jumped straight into Hoseok's arms, grasping him tightly. His arms also snaked around my waist, equally embracing me. I buried my face into his chest, thankful for him saving me.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded into his chest, a bit ashamed to that he saw my face that was probably streaked with tears at this point.

"Hey, hey you're okay now."

He gently put his middle and fore finger under my chin, lifting my face up to see his. His eyes scanned my face, and I felt my cheeks burn crimson.

"I'm sorry Hoseok for leaving you.", I softly called out.

He smiled slowly.

"It's okay. Now about you come home with me so nothing like this ever happens again? You would like that right?"

I viciously nodded, still afraid that the unconscious person lying on the floor would lunge and attack me. He chuckled at me, and lead me carefully out of the door.

Hoseok POV
I cautiously took her delicate state to our house, where she belongs, living with me, in my arms, but not before smiling mischievously at the "unconscious" man.

Our plan worked perfectly...