"why haven't you called me!?"
"yoongi told me to ignore!" namjoon dragged his word.
"don't do that again." hoseok lifted up his index finger, glaring deeply into his soul. "you got me worried a bunch and my boyfriend was getting annoy—"
"wait, you're gay?"
hoseok facepalmed. "don't change the subject, mister!"
namjoon couldn't help to chuckle.
he just groaned. "look; if you're in the same situation, this time, answer my hecking calls. got it?"
"yes, yes."
"thank you. where's yoongi?"
"he's still in your room. don't worry."
"stay here. i'm gonna check on him." hoseok walked him towards the bedroom.
"he's asleep." namjoon mumbled.
"hey.. how are you doing?" hoseok pet yoongi's hair, caressing his bandaged arm too.
"mmngh."
"you're warn out, are ya?"
yoongi nodded.
"where did you go..." yoongi mumbled up.
"it doesn't matter, hyung." he moved his hand to caress his shoulder. "what matters is that you're okay. did namjoon treat you well?"
"mhm.."
"you needed someone. it can't just be me, alright?"
"but..you know everything."
"i know, i know but..you can tell him when you're ready, okay? he deserves to know too."
"n-no."
"yes, hyung. he saw your cuts, even the bruise that you didn't make. you need to tell him. i can't tell him, it's your situation."
namjoon couldn't help to listen.