No Strings Attached | Yoonseok

seven

(slight non-con description. If you're not okay with that I'll put a 🌸 when it starts and another one when it's over)

"I can't believe he fucking hit you."

Namjoon slammed the car door as he got out before going over to the other side to open the passenger side, as Hoseok climbed out he stumbled and grabbed onto the youngers shirt for support.

"I-I'm sorry."

Namjoon sighed and wrapped an arm around the other, his fingers digging into his side slightly. He was so mad. Mad at the fact that Yoongi hit him and mad at Hoseok for staying with the asshole.

"Hoseok you don't need to apologize."

He started shaking in Namjoons grip, tears still pouring from his red puffy eyes and trailing down his cheeks.

He's never been hit before, never.

They walked into Namjoons small apartment and Hoseoks eyes locked into the Mang plushie on the bed.

"You still have that?"

Namjoon nodded and grabbed it off the bed so he could hand it to him, showing him that it's in perfect condition.

As soon as the soft plush touched his hands Hoseok pulled it tight against his chest. It smelled like Namjoon and, it comforted him. His beating heart slowed down to a normal pace and he wasn't shaking anymore, he was safe.

"You're probably hungry aren't you? I can get you something."

Hoseok looked up and locked eyes with the other man, a soft blush rushing to his face.

"Yes please. Um, I'm fine with anything."

Anything, well. Hoseok once told him that he really liked kimchi.

"I'll be right back, you know you can lay down."

As Namjoon left the room to go to the kitchen Hoseok slowly sat down on the bed, listening to how it creaked and feeling how it sunk in when he sat down. It almost felt as if it no one slept in it.

A few minutes went by before Namjoon came back, a bowl full of kimchi in hand as well as 2 spoons.

Now instead of them eating ice cream as Hoseoks heart broken, they're eating kimchi as he is physically broken.

Namjoon plopped down on the bed next to Hoseok and let him slide closer to him, their knees touching as they both take a spoon and dig in.

They didn't say anything for a while, they just sat, ate, and enjoyed each others company. But the tension was thick, they both wanted to say something but neither knew where to start.

So, Namjoon started.

"You still gonna stay with him?"

He kept the spoon in his mouth as he bit down on it, scared of Hoseoks answer.

"Well, me and him aren't together."

Namjoon rolled his eyes and placed his spoon down on the bed, already starting to get slightly annoyed.

"Alright let me rephrase that. Are you going to keep going to him?"

Hoseok hesitated, slowly placing the spoon in the bowl and looking up towards the younger.

"I don't know."

Namjoon felt his whole heart drop, chills ran through his body at the thought of him going back and getting beaten again.

"Hoseok, he fucking hit you. He hit you and you're going to go back to him!?"

He flinched slightly at the harsh tone in Namjoons voice, he knew it was stupid to go back to him but. He wanted to. He wanted to be able to see him and give him happiness, even if it was only for a few minutes.