The place Hoseok called his room was not what Yoongi was expecting.
With his somewhat striking personality, Yoongi expected Hoseok's room to be more...colorful and pleasant.
Instead, Yoongi was met with different shades of gray and black. His room was neatly organized but lacked strongly of any color— something Yoongi disliked. It was a simple room, dressers and drawers to one side, his overly sized bed on the opposite side of it.
"It's a bit too..." Yoongi frowned, gazing around the room, "colorless."
"Colorless?" He laughed."Yeah, you're a pretty colorful guy aren't you?"
Yoongi shrugged, fully stepping inside the room. The door closed softly behind them and Yoongi walked towards the middle of the dull, colorless room.
"One thing you'll get used to here is that there are no colorful rooms," Hoseok said, walking past him. Yoongi watched as Hoseok rummaged through his closet."In fact, most of the place isn't colorful. It's not supposed to."
"Why?"
Hoseok pulled out a black shirt and some grey joggers from his closet and tossed them to Yoongi. "Color distracts from our goals. We made the choice to not have color in this place so that when we do reach our goals, color will be one of the gifts we will receive."
"Goals?"
Hoseok nodded, grabbing more clothes from his closet."We're what you would call people who want change. The government has a very negative word for us though. Maybe you've heard it before." He paused, looking at Hoseok once more."You can change now. I'll have my back turned if you're too comfortable."
Yoongi cleared his throat."Ah, thanks. I appreciate that."
Yoongi quickly took off his hospital attire and changed to what Hoseok gave him. Oddly enough, it fits him perfectly. He frowned. Seeing as though Hoseok was a bit taller than him, his clothes should have fit Yoongi looser.
What if-
Yoongi quickly shook the thought out of his head.
"How does everything work here?" Yoongi asked, sitting down on Hoseok's rather comfortable bed.
"Everyone here is subjected to the same treatment. Despite us having specific classes, we are all required to know the basics for every class." Hoseok paused lightly as he looked at Yoongi's confused expression. He smiled softly. "You'll be tested for it soon, so don't worry."
"Me?" Yoongi asked, surprise lacing his voice. Hoseok turned to him, an amused look in his expression.
"This is your new home now Yoongi." He replied."Of course, you're going to be subjected to the same test as everyone else. Then you'll be ranked."
Yoongi nodded, not knowing what to make out of the situation."And when would I tested for it?"
"Maybe a few days to a week from now?" Hoseok replied, head tilting to the side."You have to get used to this place first. Know your way around. I'll give you a personal tour later."
Hoseok grinned, leaving Yoongi momentarily awestruck. Yoongi noticed how his smile contrasted with the essence of his room. The room wasn't like him, at all. The colorless room suddenly meant nothing to Yoongi the longer he looked at Hoseok's brilliance.
He had managed to light up a colorless room with one smile.
Wow.
"What's your rank?" Yoongi asked curiously.
"I'm the second in command. The Beta is how I would be called." He said, his expression turning serious. "Started off as the lowest and worked my way up to Beta."
"How do you get ranked?"
"Based on your test scores. If you belong in a certain division and you're extremely apt for that division, your rank may be higher the first time."
"That's a lot." Yoongi commented, looking down."I don't think I'll do well here."
"You'll like it here. I promise."
"That's what you said about Seoul." Yoongi mumbled."About a week ago. Look where I am now."
"I can assure you Min Yoongi, that you will like it here." Hoseok repeated, giving Yoongi another brilliant smile."Everyone here likes being here. You will too."
"If you say so." Yoongi was unconvinced but he decided to humor Hoseok's stance. Hoseok seemed incredibly determined about it after all.
"I know so," Hoseok paused."I'll lead you to the cafeteria here. It's dinner time right now anyhow."
He motioned for Yoongi to follow him, and they left Hoseok's room, walking through the maze of hallways.
Yoongi tried to locate himself, but unlike Jungkook's place, there weren't any giveaways for where everything was. The only thing he could see with his vision was grey. Endless rows of grey and the occasional maroon on the hallways.
His mind tried to process everything that had happened the past week. Things that Yoongi wouldn't have thought would ever happen to him. How could he? All of this sounded like it was straight out of fiction, stuff he'd probably read for his enjoyment. But it wasn't fiction. It was real life.
How the hell am I going to survive?
"We're here."
Hoseok's voice interrupted Yoongi from his thoughts. Yoongi stood next to him, looking at the very large and spacious cafeteria.
There were already many people sitting on the tables. Some were in line to get food. There were multiple screens around the perimeter of the cafeteria, providing leisure for the people sitting down. It looked much happier in this room than in any other place Yoongi had been in thus far.
Hoseok rested a hand on his shoulder. Yoongi tensed, before forcing himself to relax to his touch.
"Over there, you get the food." He pointed towards the line."Each place is designated for each division. There are times where one person will excel in multiple divisions at once which is perfectly fine. Here, being different is valued."
Well, that's a relief.
Hoseok shook his head at Yoongi's reaction, immediately noting the relief that spread through his body.
"Who leads all of this?" Yoongi asked, a bit curious. He had to admit, he wasn't expecting something so fancy, so intricate. Everything here seemed to be in order, and despite the lack of color, Yoongi liked the place somewhat. Hoseok pursed his lips, the hold on Yoongi's shoulders tightening.
"We can talk about that later. We should--"
"Baby!"
Yoongi turned to the direction of the voice, a heavy feeling setting in his stomach. Yoongi felt Hoseok let go of his shoulder, almost immediately turning towards the sound.
Yoongi looked at Hoseok, whose eyes had softened, a soft smile spreading across his face. The feeling in Yoongi's stomach grew stronger at Hoseok's expression, as it was one he had never seen before on his face. There was a certain fondness to it as if the person he was directing that stare too meant a lot to him.
It was as if that expression was reserved just for that person.
Baby.
Yoongi stood there frozen as a blur of red passed through him and landed on Hoseok. His eyes followed as Hoseok staggered back at the weight, before holding the person tightly.
This must be the girl that he was talking to on the phone. This is his girl.
A cold numbness spread throughout Yoongi's body as he stared at them both. He didn't dare move a muscle, not even when the person leaned in to kiss him, the lips that weren't supposed to be kissed by anyone, other than Yoongi himself.
Yoongi, do something! Anything!
Yoongi cleared his throat, looking down so he wouldn't have to look at them.
"Hoseok who's this?"
Yoongi felt a hand go under his chin, forcefully lift his head up. Yoongi's eyes met with a pair of curious brown eyes.
"You're definitely new. Never seen you here before."
No, not his girl.
His man.
The man's red hair was parted, exposing some of his forehead and some falling just beneath his eyes. His curiosity changed into suspicion as he continued to investigate Yoongi, not failing to notice Yoongi's discomfort.
"Who are you?"
"I-i'm M-min Y-yoongi." Yoongi managed to say, fear seizing his body. This man felt extremely dangerous despite his boyish features and extremely plump lips which exuded an ethereal feel. His eyes lit up in recognition— as if he had heard his name before.
His demeanor changed completely, going from curiosity to anger. His eyes narrowed and his lips turned into a sneer.
"Let him go." Hoseok said, pulling the boy away from Yoongi."You're scaring him."
He got in between them. He looked at Hoseok, waiting for Hoseok to give the explanation. Hoseok cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Well, this wasn't how I wanted you two to meet." Hoseok coughed, clearing his throat once more."Yoongi, this is—"
The boy stepped up, lips still curled into a sneer. It seemed as if he had had enough of Hoseok's stalling, taking manners into his own hands. His gaze didn't falter from Yoongi's as he leaned in close, expression becoming more and more hostile by the second.
"I'm Park Jimin. Hoseok's boyfriend."
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