"How is it you never notice
That you are slowly killing me,"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"I'm home, Mom!"

"We're home, Mama!"

Hoseok and Yoongi both yelled, stepping out of their shoes and walking in with their home slippers. "Oh, Hobi ah, Yoongi ah, someone's home," their mother said, a sympathetic look over her features. Hoseok knew what that meant, "stay here," he whispered to Yoongi, dumping his school bag on the small table beside the shoe rack. "I'm going with you, thanks! He already heard me yelling!" Yoongi whisper yelled back, dropping his bag as well. Hoseok sighed, holding Yoongi's hand as they walked inside the living room.

"Dad," Hoseok deadpanned.

The man set his tea cup down, raising his head up to meet Hoseok and Yoongi. His gaze flickered to their interlocked hands, and then back to Hoseok. "Welcome home, son." He smiled cheekily, the ends of his eyes forming crescents. Hoseok rolled his eyes. Yoongi gulped. "Yoongi, how have you been?" He asked again, his smile dropping in an instant.

"I've been good, Mr. Jung," Yoongi answered quietly, mentally cursing at his hands that had started to sweat. "So when do you plan on buying yourself a new house and move out of here?" He hummed, his eyes holding a fierce glare. "V-very soon," Yoongi answered, hanging his head low. He was feeling a little hurt that Hoseok didn't say anything about it.

"Good," Mr. Jung spat, before dashing out of the room. Yoongi sighed, taking a mental note to look for a small apartment after his shift was over. He felt his hands being left again as he saw Hoseok walking away to his room. Yoongi sighed again. That was too much for him to take care of. "Sorry about that," Yoongi muttered to himself before taking his and Hoseok's bag and walking away to his own room.

Mrs. Jung never had good days when Mr. Jung came home.

"Seok, your bag," Yoongi alerted Hoseok before stepping inside his room. He saw Hoseok was shirtless, sigh after sigh leaving his lips. Yoongi had even bathed with the younger and seen him naked, so it didn't make him blush, but sure he stared. "Why did you say that?" The younger asked, a mean look on his face. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, "what did I say?" Yoongi asked, hugging his bag to his chest as he plopped down on the bed.

"Why did you say you were going to move out soon?" Hoseok sighed, finally turning to look at the brunette. "Could you not say that you were going to stay here all the time?" He asked, pouting harshly as he sniffled. "I can't stay here forever, Seokie," Yoongi smiled sadly before dropping his bag and walking over to Hoseok. "But I want you to!" Hoseok cried, staring at the floor.

"Even when I'm not here, we'll be brothers right?" Yoongi smiled, swallowing the bitter lump in his throat. "Yes," Hoseok muttered. "Brothers always stay at hearts, we're in each other's hearts," Yoongi flashed a small smile. Hoseok nodded, wiping his eyes softly. Yoongi tiptoed and kissed the younger's forehead before walking out of the room to his own.

"You're always going to be a brother, Yoongi."

He pulled a few pieces of clothes from his closet. He quickly dressed and headed out for his practise. "Bye Hoseok! Bye Mama!" Yoongi beamed before hopping out of the cozy little house of warmth. "BYE YOONYOON!" Hoseok yelled louder, making the older male blush, nonetheless he waved a bye and walked out.

Change of POV

"So what got your tail dancing?" Mrs. Jung asked Hoseok, a small smirk on her lips as she munched on her cookie. "Seriously Mom?" Hoseok fake snickered, "'kay so there's this guy called Seokjin, and well he's cute and I like him..so today he overheard me fanboying over him..and then he was like, 'is this where I kiss you?' and then he kissed me, but Yoongi walked away before even like congratulating me!" Hoseok ranted, doing a small happy dance around the house after pouting.

Mrs. Jung nodded, her heart hurting for her other son, Yoongi. "He went away?" She asked, the small smile she had a moment ago, washing away. "Yeah," Hoseok sighed sadly, playing with the hem of his baggy T-shirt.

Mrs. Jung had knowledge of Yoongi's feelings for the younger, but chose to not say anything about it to Hoseok. She knew Yoongi loved Hoseok in a rather romantic way, and she felt bad because Hoseok couldn't see it. "That's sad." Hoseok nodded, "I know,"

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Yoongi stared at the ball with a sharp glare. "C'mon Gi, it's okay," a boy smirked at him. "It's not, Yugyeom," Yoongi sighed, a pout over his face. "What'd Jung do this time?" The younger furrowed his eyebrows, wiping the sweat that formed on his forehead. "Kissed the Seokjin guy," Yoongi quietly told them. "Anybody except me who knows about it?" Yugyeom skeptically asked, as if he'd break Yoongi. "Choi San. The principle's son," Yoongi replied, sighing. "I'm happy you trust me. And if he wants to stay a dumbass then let him. If does that, then he'll be dumb to let go of you," Yugyeom angrily vented, cracking his neck to the left a little bit. "And-and I think I should break up with Namjoon, I lost my feelings for him," Yoongi sighed.

They heard a clearing of voice.

"Jimin," Yoongi smiled softly. "What did you mean by 'break up with Namjoon'?" Jimin asked, ignoring the reason he went there. "It's none of your business," Yugyeom gave a mocking smile, grabbing Yoongi's hand to drag him away. Jimin narrowed his eyes, and put his foot before Yugyeom. The male tumbled and fell down, the action causing Yoongi to fall as well, since they're hands were together. "What the fuck?!" Yugyeom complained, getting up as he rubbed his sore forehead.

Yoongi glared.

"It is my business so you will tell me what you meant by 'break up with Namjoon'!" Jimin used a voice he rarely did - an angry voice. The short male was rarely infuriated, but when he was, it surely wasn't a sight you'd like.

"Why do you care so much?!" Yoongi yelled, pushing Jimin backwards. The other players who were on their break, noticed, and rushed over. "Guys, calm down," their team's leader, Jaebeom sternly ordered. Yoongi and the other noticed a few tears falling out of Jimin's eyes.

"I care because he's my boyfriend!"

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Word Count: 1104

Why does this feel like I'm rushing all of this :(((
So my exams ended :))

SOTC:

Song: I Hate You, I love you (Gnash/Olivia O'Brien)

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