Is It Wrong? | Sope

Chapter 15

Yoongi POV

"Why the hell did you tell him where I live?!" I whimper out loudly. Namjoon gives me a sympathetic smile, coming to sit down beside me on my sofa. He doesn't respond, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into his side as I curl into a ball once more. He pulls out a lollipop out of his hoodie pocket, unwrapping it and handing it to me. I huff quietly but take it from him, immediately popping the candy into my mouth.

"Why do you always know when I'm feeling the need to smoke?" I question rhetorically with a frown, mildly annoyed by this. The younger boy just chuckles, rubbing my arm gently. I just pout at the lack of response, both of us staying like this as we wait for Hoseok to get here. Though, it doesn't take long before he's here, knocking on the door. I sigh, reluctantly letting Namjoon get up so that he can let the dancer in. Though, Hoseok's eyes widen when he finally comes in. I have no doubt that it's because of our attire though. Namjoon's in his gray boxers and black hoodie, nothing else covering him. Meanwhile, all I've got on is my black boxers.

"W-What's been going on here?" Hoseok whispers out, glancing between the two of us as Namjoon moves to sit down on the chair at the far end of the sofa.

"None of your fucking business. What the hell do want?" I snap quietly, glaring up at the younger boy. He scoffs though.

"Oh really? It is really not, if you were running out of the bar last night because you thought I was cheating on you? When you've clearly been getting some on the side all along?" Hoseok challenges. I stay silent, focusing on the lollipop in my mouth instead of the onset of an anxiety attack.

"Man, you don't know shit about me or what's been going on with Yoongi and I. You have no right to be accusing him of anything, especially after the shit you pulled last night." Namjoon speaks up with a warning tone.

"Bullshit! Clearly the two of you were busy fucking last night! I doubt he even fucking remembered the fact that he was at the goddamn bar last night!" Hoseok shouts angrily. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, feeling my lungs beginning to constrict.

"Shut the fuck up, you asshole. Stop arguing and accusing him. He and I haven't done shit all week because he was actually fucking serious with you. It's your own damn fault that he came back last night in need of a distraction, and you don't even know half the damage you caused last night. You have no idea what all happened. So you better stop fucking arguing with me and try to get him back if you're so damn desperate for him." Namjoon scolds, making sure not to raise his voice.

"What the fuck point is there for me to even try and fucking explain shit when he's busy with you?! Clearly he doesn't fucking need me!" Hoseok explodes. I'm too late in trying to suppress a whimper, biting down on the stick between my teeth from the candy in my mouth as I reach my hands up to cover my ears. My knees are pulled up to my chest at this point, actions simply instinctive now.

"You dumb fuck. Maybe if you actually paid some attention to him, you'd realize that Yoongi does care about you and didn't want to lose you. But you went and fucked that up last night and you're not saving your ass any right now." Namjoon informs him, standing up to come over to me. I soon feel the sofa cushion dip beside me, making me nervously look up to find Namjoon sitting down beside me once more. He gives me a small smile, pulling me into his side and rubbing my back gently in an attempt to calm me down.

"If he actually needed me and wanted me then you wouldn't fucking be here right now!" Hoseok yells. I whimper loudly, feeling like I'm back in my childhood all over again as I curl further into a ball in Namjoon's arms. At this point, my breathing is completely out of control, short and ragged making it even harder for me to be able to cry.

"Maybe you should try opening up your eyes, Hoseok. Quit freaking out over my presence and try paying attention to the hell that you're causing for the person you claimed you 'couldn't lose'." Namjoon responds, though I hardly hear it over the anxiety attack that I'm struggling to pull out of. The room suddenly falls silent, but it's hardly any difference to me as the lollipop is pulled from my mouth.

All I can focus on is trying to get this hell to stop, but it's not working.