It had been about fifteen minutes of silence between them. Yoongi didn't know if it was awkward or comfortable, since he was still pretty shocked about his new 'revelation'.
There were no words exchanged between the two boys. The only thing that could be heard was the gentle humming of the car's engine, and the occasional honking of passing cars.
The silence was broken by a deep sigh from Hoseok, "Look, Min. Could you please forget whatever I said earlier? About the.. uh... you know."
"Uhm... sure." Yoongi replied.
"I haven't really told anyone about this, except for Namjoon. And I just wanna say I'm sorry, you're in this because of my mistake all those years ago. I really am. Not just sorry for you, but sorry for everything." Hoseok continued.
"I should be the one apologizing." Yoongi admitted. He didn't know why he wasn't telling the male in front of him to 'fuck off' or something of the sort. "I'm sorry for destroying your car, and kicking your balls-"
"Twice." Hoseok added.
"Yeah..." Yoongi giggled. Hoseok couldn't help but smile at the cute sound. "And I'm sorry for basically being an annoying brat. It's just... I wanna go back home. I don't wanna go to America as a sex slave or something."
Hoseok ignored the last part.
"Okay, apology accepted." Hoseok sighed, staring at the dark road in front of him as he drove in the cold night. "But... it doesn't mean we're friends or anything. I just hate you a little less now."
Yoongi laughed, "Like I thought you were my friend." Hoseok rolled his eyes, he couldn't help but grin to himself. "Then what are we, enemies or what?"
"No, not friends nor enemies." Hoseok said, "You could say we're... accomplices."
"Right." Yoongi felt a little disappointed somehow. "And if that's so, I would like to know my accomplice's age."
"You can't tell me what to do." Hoseok said.
"Aw, come on." Yoongi whined, "You know my age because of your criminal data and shit. It's only fair if I know yours."
"Fair? I swear to god, for a twenty four year old you behave like a five year old kid." Hoseok snickered.
"Everyone has a childish side to them." Yoongi explained, "Now, I wanna know your age."
"Why is my age so important-"
"Tell me." Yoongi complained like a child.
"Ugh, fine. Sheesh." Hoseok groaned, "Twenty three."
Yoongi's face contorted into a weird expression, "Awwww, you're younger than me. That means you have to call me hyung, and respect me. Who's the kid now?"
Hoseok couldn't help but giggle at Yoongi's childish behaviour, "That is not happening. I ain't calling your kiddy ass, hyung."
"Oi! At least I have an ass, you flat-ass shit." Yoongi snapped.
"Hey! I have an ass. I'm not a hoe. I don't go showing my ass around." Hoseok whined.
"Yo! I ain't a hoe. I wouldn't have been showing off my bubblegum ass, if you hadn't bought me these fucking shorts. They're tight as shit, and it's fucking cold."
"Oh right. The shorts." Hoseok smirked, "You should wear those more. They look nice on your... 'bubblegum' ass."
Yoongi blushed, "Didn't you just call me a hoe. And now you're telling me to wear these more often, you disgusting banana peel."
"You're a banana peel!" Hoseok exclaimed. He wouldn't lie to himself, he enjoyed this small argument with Yoongi. It was really an argument per se, Yoongi was just trying to lighten the heavy mood.
"No. You are!" Yoongi argued, a smile plastered on his face. He was enjoying this, and for a moment... he almost forgot about the fact that he had been kidnapped.
"No. You are!"
"No. You!"
"No, you!"
"No, you!
"No, you!"
"AAAAAAAAHH! LOOK OUT!!!!" Yoongi screened, pointing at a massive truck about to collide into them.
"AAAAAAH FUCK!!" Hoseok screeched, before turning the steering wheel a full ninety degrees, making the car's tires screech as it slid towards the road side.
"WATCH OUT, YOU ASS PASTRY!" Yoongi screamed. Hoseok yelling and turning the steering wheel again and again as an attempt to straighten the car.
The two boys were being thrown onto the car doors, as Hoseok finally managed to get the car in the proper lane with a deafening screech of the tires.
The younger male panted for breath, as Yoongi just froze at the back seat waiting for it to be over.
"Did you just call me an ass pastry?" Hoseok finally asked.
"Uhm... yes..?" Yoongi said. It sounded more like a question.
Hoseok snorted, "What the fuck is an ass pastry, bubble ass?"
"What the fuck is an bubble ass?" Yoongi asked.
"You're a bubble ass."
"Then you're a pastry ass." Yoongi decided.
"This is the weirdest conversation I've had with someone." Hoseok giggled, Yoongi smiling.
The boys would never admit it to their stubborn asses, but they kinda enjoyed each others company. Okay fine, not 'kinda'. A lot more. The two hadn't ever enjoyed someone's company this much in their own sad lives. The two got along well, considering the fact that they were 'accomplices'.
Hopefully, it would stay like that.
"Alright, bubble ass." Hoseok spoke, laughing as Yoongi giggled uncontrollably. "Shut up and go to sleep."
"Only if you call me 'hyung'." Yoongi said.
"No, I ain't doing that, Min." Hoseok rolled his eyes.
"Fine, I think I'll just call you pastry ass until you can't take it anymore." Yoongi shrugged, "Hey, pastry ass. Yooo, pastry ass mother fucker-"
"Ugh, you're a brat." Hoseok groaned.
"I know." Yoongi giggled. He was sleep deprived, but he didn't care unless he annoyed the fuck out of Hoseok. He enjoyed that, Yoongi was even starting to consider it his new hobby.
Hobby, what the fuck? It's not like he would be staying with Hoseok's pastry ass forever or something. That's stupid, you just like annoying him 'cause he's annoying too.
Yeah.
Somehow, Yoongi's face fell as he thought about the fact that he wouldn't be staying here with the younger any longer. He had gotten to experience new things, like being choked to death, and almost dying in a car crash, getting a present-
Yoongi looked at the cat keychain and felt even sadder. He wasn't gonna see Seokjin either.
"Min? Bubble ass? Hey, you awake? Hello?"
Yoongi hadn't noticed that Hoseok had been calling him. He snapped out of his daze and looked at Hoseok.
"You okay, bubble ass?" Hoseok asked.
"Hmm, yeah of course." Yoongi lied, "Just daydreaming. Well, it's not really day time so like- nevermind. Anyways-"
Hoseok furrowed his brows slightly. What had happened to him?
What? Pfft- not like I care.
"Well, okay then..."
"I'm not sleeping until you call me hyung." Yoongi huffed, crossing his arms. The oversized sleeves gave him sweater paws and Hoseok, who and seen him through the rear view mirror, tried very hard not to say 'aww' out loud.
"Fine" Hoseok agreed, "Fucking sleep, bubble ass hyung."
Yoongi giggled, "Okay." He leaned into the car window, and stared out into the beautiful night on the highway, slowly dozing off to sleep.
Hoseok looked at the boy through the rear view mirror, he seemed cold. Hoseok could see his painfully chapped lips, and his legs trembling from the cool weather. He hesitated a bit, before slipping out of his leather jacket, stopping the car and putting it over Yoongi like a blanket.
There.
Hoseok smiled to himself, feeling giddy for some unknown reason.
He wondered what kind of job, Jimin had for him. Last time he had asked Hoseok for a favour, things weren't exactly pretty. Let's just say, it involved a bunch of psycho dinosaur ladies, and a whole bunch of gunshot wounds.
What was he going to do with his dorky friend? Hoseok smiled to himself. However, Yoongi suddenly popped into his mind for the nth time and he was growing more confused than ever.
He giggled internally, remembering how Yoongi called him 'pastry ass' and he called Yoongi 'bubble ass'. He grinned, these were now their nicknames.
What is happening to me?
Hoseok wanted to scream, why the fuck were emotions so confusing?
Ignoring what he was feeling at that moment about the gorgeous male behind him, he kept on driving towards his destination,
Daegu.
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a/n:
y'all istg if this book gets over 1.2K reads before it's finished-
I'm revealing my face.
There... I said it. No going back now.