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❝It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.❞

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*long chapter omg--* 

DEDICATING THIS CHAPTER TO ONE OF MY FAV READERS UWU Angie unnie hehe

"Why do you and my son share the same soulmark?" 

"Appa-" "No, Son. Let your dear friend, Yoongi here, answer," Hobi's father interrupted him as he looked at Yoongi, staring right into his soul. 

Yoongi gulped as he placed the fork down onto the plate and avoided eye contact with Mr. Jung. Hobi silently muttered a prayer under his breath as his mother's gaze of shock weakened him. He wasn't used to disappointing his parents, and boy, was he gonna learn something new tonight. 

"I-I..." Yoongi tried speaking even though his voice cracked in fear. He didn't want to say something stupid that'll make Hobi mad at him. "It's only similar, Sir. We're not soulmates or anything. We just happened to have similar interests," Yoongi lied, trying to put on a convincing smile, and Hobi looked at him, seeing tears filling his eyes. 

"Oh, is it now? And why hasn't Hobi yet told me that he's bonded with his soulmate, then?" His father narrowed his gaze as he, too, lowered his fork onto the plate. 

Hobi tensed up and stammered to find an answer. "I-I was going to tell y-you today, Appa." 

"Oh," his father lifted his head to look at Hobi. "Alright then, why don't you bring your soulmate home tomorrow?" He went back to eating his food as both Yoongi and Hobi's eyes widened. 

"Uhh... okay, Appa-" "That won't be necessary, Sir." 

All eyes turned to Yoongi, including those of the servants and maids. He looked at Hobi apologetically before standing up and looking into Mr. Jung's eyes. "I am Hobi's soulmate, and we're only Partially Bonded," he stated boldly, and both Hobi and his mother gasped. 

"Well, well, well," his father chuckled before setting down the fork on his plate again and looking at Yoongi. "Now, isn't that interesting?" 

"Yoongi hyung," Hobi whispered, his eyes widened in horror and fear. Yoongi simply sighed and looked away, his head hanging low, not able to face his soulmate after he'd practically already ruined his life right about now. 

"Is it true, Hoseok?" His father turned and glared at him. Hobi gulped, and sweat dripped down his forehead. His father only called him his real name when he was serious or angry. Right now, he seemed to be both. 

"Y-yes, Appa." Hobi's head dropped low as if in shame, and his father scoffed in anger. 

"Choose, right now." 

Yoongi and Hobi simultaneously looked up at him, and his eyes blazed with the fires of rage. 

Seeing the confusion on both their faces, his father continued, gritting his teeth, "Choose, Hoseok." His mother was trying to ask his father to stop, but he pushed her hand away and spoke again, more clearly. "Choose whether you wanna stay with your faggot of a boyfriend or stay with your parents." 

Yoongi's eyes widened as he clenched his fists, and Hobi's lips parted, tears quickly brimming up his eyes. 

This is what he most feared. His parents were against him. For the first time in the twenty-one years of his life, he'd finally, tonight, disappointed his parents. 

"Appa-" "Choose, Hoseok! Don't make me repeat myself," his father yelled, his voice echoing through the halls of the large mansion. Hobi visibly flinched as he looked over at Yoongi, whose eyes were fixed onto the ground before him. He then turned to face his father and then his mother, who had her hands over her mouth, trying not to cry. 

Hobi reached for Yoongi's hands as his mother gasped, wondering who he'd choose. He held his hands in his own as Yoongi made eye contact with him, eyes pleading not to let go. Hobi saw the pain in his eyes and held on tight, but then he turned to his parents again. 

Disappointment. That was all Hobi could see in their eyes. That's what he'd become for them. He was nothing but a disappointment. 

"I'm sorry, Appa, Eomma," he muttered, and Yoongi's eyes glistened with a little bit of the hope he had left. His parents sighed, thinking Hobi had made his decision to leave. However, right then, he turned to Yoongi and muttered, "I'm sorry, Hyung." 

What? 

All three of them were confused, to say the least. Hobi then slowly let go of Yoongi's hand and walked towards his parents. A content smirk appeared on his father's face as his mother embraced Hobi. 

Yoongi sighed and wet his lips, blinking away his tears. "O-oh," he nodded. "O-okay. I-I think I-I should get g-going then." 

He glanced at Hobi one last time before turning towards the door. 

"You've made the right choice, my son. Now, Yoongi," his father called after Yoongi. "Let me show you to the door," He turned around slowly, not failing to notice the little smirk that lingered on the corner of his lips. 

"I-it's alright, S-" "Come along, now," his father grabbed Yoongi's collar from the back and pulled him to the door. They both reached the door, and only then did he leave his collar. Yoongi stumbled forward but caught himself before he fell. "Now, you will leave my son alone. Do you understand, Mr. Min Yoongi?" He jabbed at his chest, and Yoongi bit his tongue to prevent himself from lashing out at an older male. He'd already made him mad, and he definitely wouldn't wanna do that again. 

"Do you understand?" His father stressed again, and Yoongi nodded. 

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry," he mumbled mindlessly and then walked down the porch and towards his car. 

"Faggot," he heard the man mutter, and Yoongi clenched his fists again. He quickly got into his car and then drove off, pressing down on the accelerator, not caring at what speed he was going in. 

Heartbroken. Lost. Hurt. Discarded. 

Yoongi felt numb. He trusted Hobi enough to let him into his heart, only to have it broken by him. He thought maybe they were close enough for Hobi to finally be able to choose him over his parents. But nope, Hobi couldn't. It was like he was manipulated or caged by his parents in the darkness and obscurity of a constrained life. 

He pulled over at an old gas station and took out his phone, dialing the first number on his recent contacts. 

"Hey hyung, how'd it go?" 

"Namjoon," he sighed, "I need a fucking drink." 

- - -

"Noona?" 

"Yeah, Tae?" 

Ara and Taehyun were lying on the couch, watching TV and munching on caramel flavored popcorn, when Tae turned to his older sister with a question. 

"Do you believe in aliens?" 

Ara, with her mouth full of popcorn, turned to her brother, confused. "Why're you asking me that, Tae? I mean, I don't know. Do you?" 

Tae rubbed his chin with his fingers as if he was thinking, and then said, "I kinda do. I mean, I know I've never seen one, but I believe that the thought of aliens not existing is like pouring the ocean into a cup and then, saying 'Huh? There are no fish?'" 

Ara's eyes were wide open in amusement as she swallowed the popcorn, and Tae shied away. 

"I-I'm sorry, the thought just c-came to my h-head-" "No, no, Tae. Don't apologize. That's actually kinda true. Honestly, though, it's not like we've seen the entire world with our own eyes yet, so there is a fair chance of aliens living somewhere among us," Ara interrupted him, and he smiled. 

"You think so?" His eyes glistened, and Ara chuckled, ruffling his hair. 

"Of course, sweetie. You've got a sharp mind there," she said, and Tae giggled with a blush dusting his cheeks. 

- - -

Namjoon and Mina were making out on the couch when a phone call interrupted them. "Ignore it, please," Mina said, her breath unsteady and desperate. 

"It's Yoongi hyung, baby. I'm sorry, it must be something important," he quickly apologized, and Mina sighed and nodded. He pecked her lips once before answering the call. "Hey hyung, how'd it go?" 

Mina got off the couch and walked towards the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water while Namjoon talked to Yoongi. 

"Oh, okay. We'll meet you there!" There was a pause as Mina looked over at Joon in confusion. "Yes, hyung. I meant Mina when I said 'we' for fuck's sake," he chuckled. He then ended the call and turned to Mina. "Babe, get dressed. We're going out for a drink." 

- - -

"Why am I so stupid?" 

Hobi had his face buried in his hands as he sat down by the window, looking out the stars because his parents had practically locked him up in his room. 

His eyes glossed with tears that shone in the moonlight. It was around ten in the night and about two hours since Yoongi had left. 

Hobi sighed as a lone tear rolled down his cheek. Ara's words, from the day in the park, echoed in his head. She'd trusted him not to hurt Yoongi, but that's what exactly he keeps doing over and over again. 

He sniffled and wiped off his tears, standing up and clearing up his room for the night. He should be asleep by now, but he couldn't fall asleep knowing that Yoongi was somewhere out there, wandering with a broken heart. 

After cleaning his mess of a room, he sat down on the bed and took a deep breath in, then out. He wanted to get out of here. He needed to get out of here. 

He looked around for some way of escaping the house without his parents finding out. His eyes lastly drifted to the window he was sitting by a while ago. 

"It's only a little jump, right?" He muttered as he made his way to the window. 

Hobi took a deep breath in and out before taking a quick look outside. His father was a rich and powerful man, and he always had a few guards and security following him around. Hobi had to get out of his house premises, unseen, and that was only gonna prove harder than he thought. 

When all was silent and the night seemed dark, he took the chance. He jumped out of his window and ran for the back gates. His completely black attire, from head to toe, helped him blend in with the darkness. Once he was out in the open, he rushed for the first place he could think of. That is, the place where all heartbroken people go to drink their pain away - the night club. 

The moment he stepped in, he was in the midst of people swarming around each other, most of them drunk, some of them partying, and another lot of them eating each other's faces out. 

As he walked around, a group of people caught his sight. 

Namjoon, Mina, the two of them, were drunkenly making out, and then Yoongi, tired and half-asleep on the couch. 

Only he wasn't alone. 

There were three girls around him, kissing him everywhere and their hands touching places they shouldn't. 

Hobi's heart clenched, and he felt his eyes cloud with tears. Yoongi hadn't seen him, nor had he paid heed to those girls. He was too tired or too drunk to care. Hobi thought it was the first one because Yoongi only had a bottle of soju in his hand, and he also remembered Namjoon mentioning that Yoongi had a high alcohol tolerance. 

Hobi was confused now. 

Is he jealous? Does he even have the right to be jealous? 

He pushed Yoongi away, so he shouldn't have the right to be jealous or angry if Yoongi decides to leave him for someone else. 

Right? 

But, Hobi couldn't help it. He was jealous, he'll admit. He couldn't just let Yoongi go. He wasn't completely straight, and he'd pretty much come to accept that now. But his feelings for Yoongi weren't obvious. 

Were they? 

Hobi ran out of the bar and headed straight for Yoongi's house. 

If he needed to talk it out with Yoongi, he should do it in a friendly, homely atmosphere and not at a bar full of guys waiting to get their dicks sucked. 

He walked onto the street and set out to find Yoongi's house. He thought he could try asking people, but no one would be awake at this late hour. It was already half-past twelve in the middle of the night, and the streets were empty, cold, and silent. 

Alone down the road, he walked until he heard a voice call out to him. 

"What are you doing out here all alone, kid?" 

Hobi turned to the sudden voice, lightly gasping to himself. He saw that the voice belonged to an old man who looked like a caretaker of a big mansion, which he probably was. 

"I-I was looking for a f-friend's house," he answered, and the man furrowed his eyebrows. 

"Who's the friend you're going to meet in the middle of the night?" 

"M-Min Y-Yoongi, Sir." 

"Ahh, that young boy. A hardworking, honest fellow, he is, I'll tell you. His house is only three houses away from here. It's the only two-story house in these areas, so you should be able to recognize it at first glance," he explained, pointing down the street. 

"Oh, thank you, Sir. Thank you very much," Hobi quickly bowed and hurried away. 

The cold air breezed past him as he stood in front of the two-story house painted in black. The gates were closed but not locked. He stepped into the garden and walked to the porch. There were no lights in the house, so he sat down at the entrance. 

"Whatever time he comes home, I'm gonna sit right here and wait," he mumbled to himself as he sat down on the steps, hugging his knees close to his chest. 

- - -

Yoongi's head was filled with thoughts of Hobi wherever he went. He thought maybe a few drinks would help, but it only resulted in him seeing Hobi in his thoughts, his dreams. 

He got off the floor where he had passed out on. His shirt was disheveled like his hair, and the belt of his jeans was undone. He'd remembered a few girls swarming around him, but he never bothered to fend them off because his mind was elsewhere. 

However, he also remembers Mina's voice yelling at the girls to fuck off and leave him alone. Meh, whatever. Either way, all Yoongi could think about the whole time was Hobi. 

So, imagine his surprise when he walks back home to find Hobi seated on his porch, his head buried in his hands. 

- - -

He could've stayed home in the cozy warmth of his comfy king-sized bed, but he was here on Yoongi's porch waiting for him to come home. Hobi wondered what it all meant. 

Why was he risking or, in his case, sacrificing his own comfort only to make sure Yoongi was doing alright? 

Was this what love was? 

Was this how it feels when you unexpectedly fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected place and time? 

Was this even love? 

Interrupting his thoughts, he heard a painfully familiar voice. 

"H-Hobi?" 

He looked up and saw the very person he was thinking about walking towards him. 

"H-hyung?" Hobi stood up, and Yoongi was only a few steps away from him. 

"W-what are y-you doing here? It's so cold outside," he took off his jacket and wrapped it around Hobi's shivering figure. "What were you thinking, H-Hobi? How'd you get past y-your parents? I-I thought they'll never let me see y-you-" 

And that was when Hobi had had enough of the world's nonsense and decided to take a step further. Cutting short Yoongi's words, Hobi pulled him by the collar of his T-shirt and kissed his lips ever so softly. 

Yoongi's eyes widened as he froze on the spot. Hobi pulled away quickly, a bright red shade coloring his cheeks, evident even in the darkness of the moonlight. Hobi closed his eyes tight, anxiety seeping through his nerves. 

Yoongi was bisexual, yes, but that didn't have to mean that he was ready for a relationship with Hobi. 

What if he regrets everything? 

What if- 

Yoongi could tell that a million what-ifs just raced through Hobi's head, so he ended both their suffering by leaning in and kissing his lips again, with a little more urgency this time. 

As they pulled away, Yoongi wrapped his arms around Hobi's waist. 

"Do you regret it, Hobi? Why did you kiss me?" He mumbled, and Hobi sighed, his lips tugging up in a small smile. 

"I-I..." he blushed and looked away, as Yoongi smiled his gummy smile in amusement. "I thought a lot about this, hyung. I mean, it's obvious that I'm not straight, but I was scared. And now that I realize that my parents are not gonna understand, I think I made the right choice. Besides," he paused, and Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at him. "I saw you at the bar, and I felt something. I realized that I-I..." 

"Oh, okay. And what did you realize?" Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly. 

"Ugh, you're really enjoying teasing me now, aren't you?" Hobi grumbled as he grabbed Yoongi's face and attacked his lips again, feeling Yoongi smile onto his lips. As he pulled away, he whispered, "I think I'm in love with you, hyung." 

Yoongi had a shocked but content look on his face, and Hobi let out a tired sigh as he leaned his head on Yoongi's shoulder. 

"Tired?" Yoongi asked, and Hobi hummed, his arms wrapping themselves around Yoongi's waist as Yoongi kissed the top of his head and held tightly onto Hobi as if he'd lose him if he let go. 

"Uhh, Hobi..." Yoongi blushed as Hobi pulled away and looked at him. "D-do y-you wanna stay h-here tonight? It's alright if you're uncomfortable with that, but I was just-" 

"Hyung," Hobi placed his index finger on Yoongi's lips, hushing him. "I'll stay. I'm tired, so let's go inside," he mumbled half-asleep, bringing a cute smile onto Yoongi's pretty face. 

That night, Yoongi couldn't sleep. 

His soulmate was alright, sleeping beside him, so that wasn't the problem. Tonight, the reason was entirely different. 

Nothing bothered him, nobody bothered him. His soulmate, the love of his life, was sound asleep in his arms, and nothing could have been better for Yoongi. But he couldn't fall asleep, because of this very reason. His heart raced, and his thoughts were hazy. 

How the fucking hell did he, out of everyone in this whole world, end up with such literal sunshine? How was he deserving of all this? 

He couldn't sleep that night because he was happy. Once and for all, he was, finally, happy. And he wouldn't have it any other way. 

x Chapter Twenty Seven x

[A/N]

Me feeding y'all your SOPE fluff for the last time this year hehe 

Have fun! Hope y'all will still be here and waiting when I come back uwu 

HAPPY NEW YEAR, LUVS! 

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