Now that he's awake he might as well start the healing. He sits on the bed and steadies the hybrid, looking at his face. He's pale and sweaty, probably dehydrated. Hoseok checks his eyes. 'yep he's dehydrated' he thinks. Chastising himself for not making Yoongi drink more water before putting him to bed last night. "Alright, some of this for you first here we go open up," Hoseok says. Pouring the medicine onto the spoon. Yoongi sniffs making a gross sound as the snot in his clogged-up nose goes further up. Hoseok moves the spoon carefully, trying not to drop any liquid onto the bed. Yoongi scowls at him but compiles. Opening his mouth and letting Hoseok put the spoon in. He gulps down the medicine and makes a face at the taste causing Hoseok to chuckle. "Yeah, I never liked it either." Hoseok puts the medicine away and hands Yoongi some warm soup. He sits up straight on the bed and eats in comfortable silence. Hoseok likes to take care of others and despite Yoongi's insistence that he's martyring himself, he feels rejuvenated in his life's mission to be a doctor. He won't be hand-feeding people medicine or making them soup, but he will be helping them, in a caring and gentle manner which for him feels like it will be enough. When Yoongi finished eating Hoseok cleans up and leaves Yoongi to fall back asleep. He curled into a ball under the blanket. Hoseok grabs a textbook and studies a bit, glancing up periodically when the hybrid shuffles around under the covers. He isn't sure how to feel about leaving him here all alone. He doesn't think Yoongi's the type to steal from people. No, it's leaving him here for a few hours while he works when he's so weak is that is making him worry. Yoongi is in a strange place, sick and now to be left alone. It makes Hoseok think of all the times he was carted to weird places and left in the corner alone while the adults drank and did other questionable things around him. He remembers a time he was sick and had to go to a house that smelled bad. He had been so scared and weak. His dad made him sit on a little chair and by the time he came back and got him he had simply laid on the floor to try and rest attempting to get his strength back. Hoseok's phone alarm beeps letting him know it's time to get ready for work. Quietly as he can he gets ready and gives one final look at Yoongi as he leaves. His ears are above the covers and one flicks barely visible in the dark room. Hoseok smiles and leaves for work. Over the next few days, Hoseok keeps his usual routine, except that now instead of waking up early to visit Yoongi in his alley, he wakes up to fluffy hair tickling his neck and a tail around his waist. After the third day of trying to sleep separately on the small bed, Hoseok gave up and immediately cuddled with Yoongi when getting ready to sleep. Pressing his front against Yoongi's back wrapping an arm around his belly and sighing into his neck. He hadn't meant to be so forward, but every morning he woke up with Yoongi plastered to him. So he just figured he would stop denying them the clearly needed contact they were both craving. Yoongi had frozen stiff when he did it, but as they had laid there quietly, their breathing syncing up and the hybrid slowly relaxing. His sickness had started to decrease that day. His fever had broken sometime in the morning and one nostril had cleared up enough that he didn't sound as nasally when he spoke anymore. Normally Hoseok would be happy about someone getting better, but instead, the hybrid's better health had made Hoseok feel dreadful that Yoongi was going to leave soon. He had been starting to get used to making extra food each morning and night, eating together without saying much, washing Yoongi's hair and tail for him, and making sure to scrub behind his ears in just the right way that made the hybrid accidentally start to purr before he would catch himself and stop. Most of all he had gotten used to Yoongi always being there and he was scared that soon enough he wasn't going to wake up to Yoongi asleep in his arms. That he wouldn't get to secretly pet Yoongi's hair as the morning sun just barely started to light the room. He had grown attached to him so quickly, even though the hybrid barely said anything to him these last few days, too sick to form complex thoughts. It had made Hoseok realize how truly lonely he had been before, and how utterly devastated he was going to be when Yoongi decided to leave him. The morning had been usual, with Yoongi and him eating in the morning together. The hybrid's other nostril had cleared during the night and he seemed to have gained considerable strength with his few days of rest. His ears had perked up, his eyes were clear and curious, his focus back after the sickness had gotten to him. Hoseok was surprised at how well he had recovered since he didn't show any signs of pneumonia. He must have caught him just in time to prevent the worst of it. Although he had felt withdrawn from Yoongi, even as he tried to connect more by speaking to him that morning. "You're doing much better today, that's - good," Hoseok said and even to his own ears it sounded stale and awkward. He wanted to scream 'Don't leave me !' or 'Please stay forever"' but both things seemed so wrong when he still barely knew anything about the hybrid. He knew exactly what Yoongi felt like to hold close in his own arms, but didn't know anything about him as a person. He didn't know where he grew up, didn't know what he liked to do, or any of the things you would normally know about your friends. All he knew was that he was a runaway who seemed brilliant and well spoken beyond his years, able to deduce things about Hoseok that even he himself wasn't consciously aware of. It would be wrong, he felt to try to get more out of the hybrid when he hadn't asked to be taken here in the first place. Hoseok had gotten him healthy and now it was Yoongi's decision what would happen next. Hoseok hadn't looked back into the apartment that morning, too afraid that the scene he saw before him would be the last time he would see Yoongi safe in his home. When he stepped up to the door that night, he had already prepared himself during the day to come home to the place empty. He unlocks the door slowly and walks in to find Yoongi sitting on the floor surrounded by various tools and actively working on what appears to be..."Is that my TV?! Hoseok half shouts, as he quickly closes the door behind him realizing he's making too much noise and doesn't want to disturb the neighbors or make them suspicious. "I noticed it wasn't working properly so I decided to try and fix it," Yoongi says as he screws on the back. As Hoseok drops off his backpack and removes his shoes he tries not to step on any of his tools. "Where did you get all of this?" Hoseok says watching as Yoongi plugs the tv in, grabs the remote, and turns it on. His tail flicks happily back and forth. His tv had stopped working months ago but never threw it away. Yoongi turns around and smiles brightly at Hoseok and Yoongi looks proud of himself. Hoseok smiles back confused, but honestly just happy and relieved that he's not alone for another day. "You are just full of surprises aren't you?" Hoseok says. He looks back down at the mess of tools and scratches his head. He can hear Yoongi hum a small affirmative, but he doesn't acknowledge it. "So, uh, dinner?" Hoseok says and Yoongi nods. The mess of tools gets picked up while Hoseok makes food and when he goes to pull two bowls out of the cabinet he discovers that there's two more bowls, plates, and cups. They don't match in the slightest. It's addition and it's nice but, Hoseok feels like he needs to ask a question because not knowing will eat him up. "You didn't steal any of these things right?' 'I just don't remember you having
anything else, but just sleeping things in your little nest." He doesn't want to sound accusatory, but he can't have the hybrid stealing things for them even if they need it. If he's caught he would be taken away. The possibility of him being taken and never returning makes his heart race, in a way he is not ready to admit to even himself. "I am no thief you learn on the street to never keep your possessions in the same place.' 'Those who do often find their things missing.' 'However, if you hide them well enough you will always know where to get them when you really need them.' 'That and never taking the same path twice, being completely untraceable by those who would do you harm or see you as usable for their own benefit." Yoongi takes a bite of his dinner and his ears twitch in a way that says he's enjoying the food. "I'm sorry you even had to learn that lesson, I'm sure if I hadn't been able to find a job I would have learned it myself," Hoseok says as he moves the single piece of chicken in his 'new' bowl. He looks at it hard trying not to think about his past and how even his pitiful state was better than Yoongi's. He notices that the bowl has a chip missing, nothing he would throw the bowl out over, but someone must have and Yoongi had found it and now rehomed it with them. He looks at the tools now piled in the corner and realizes that his hybrid friend has salvaged all these things from those who threw them away even though many of them had only small imperfections. "Life teaches each one of us something different and even the same lessons we all learn are almost never taught in the same exact way.' 'I for example have learned that life isn't fair for my kind." Yoongi puts his fork down into his empty bowl and looks up to Hoseok "But I have now also learned that it is not just my kind that life isn't fair too. I knew there were some humans who also struggle, I've met plenty on the street, but many of them failed themselves and others around them and that was why they're now on par with me, but you - no you Hoseok had not failed yourself you had been failed by those who should have cared for you." Hoseok stares at the hybrid, mouth slightly open, shocked by how mature he sounds. Yoongi grabs Hoseok's bowl and takes them over to the sink. The rest of the night passes by with dishes being done, Yoongi organizing the tools and Hoseok talking about his classes. Yoongi listened intently as he described the dissection class he was taking. In a few weeks, they would get to see and touch their first ever real human organs. Hoseok looked at one point to make sure he wasn't grossing out the hybrid and he wasn't. Yoongi's eyes wide and his ears perked up, completely engrossed in what the future doctor was describing. He had even asked a few questions and was genuinely interested in the answers. Hoseok was on top of the world getting to talk to Yoongi like this, connecting with him. Eventually, it was time to wind down for bed. Hoseok gets some clothes for them for after their showers. He goes to the bathroom and begins undressing, only to find that Yoongi had followed him in. They had been showering together, but that had been because the hybrid was so weak when he was sick. So to see Yoongi simply starting the water and begin undressing as if them showering together was just something they were always going to do from now on baffled him. He had figured once Yoongi was better the hybrid would insist on showering by himself. As he had always shown a lone wolf-type personality. But instead, Yoongi undresses and Hoseok watches as pale smooth skin gets revealed, inch by inch. He blushes as he gets his first full look at Yoongi's perky butt as the hybrid tests the water temperature. Yoongi glances back at him and Hoseok tries to look natural and continues undressing, as if he wasn't suddenly hot under the collar up until now. He hadn't considered Yoongi attractive yet. He was just so focused on taking care of him that he had quickly gotten over their weird little moments during the first shower and his mind had pretended that desire didn't exist to him. Yoongi was sick and getting him better was his main concern, but now the hybrid wasn't sick he was standing strong, looking lithe and healthy. As his tail tip flicks back and forth, cute butt cheeks tinged light pink. The temperature of the water must have finally turned warm because Yoongi enters the shower. Hoseok finishes undressing and stops to take a few calming breaths and push back against the small burst of flame that has tried to settle in his groin. Hoseok is bisexual, but he seems to like the male gender more than females. It has been a long time since he's felt any desire with how busy and miserable he's been. He hasn't even bothered to touch himself and right now he's regretting that, but also confused by how fast the feeling suddenly came on after being absent for several years.