-SEVEN

"What are you doing out here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

Hoseok rubs his temple, wincing slightly. "I had a headache and a bit of a stuffy nose, but I'd run out of medicine, so I came here to buy some." He gestures to the small bag in his hand.

"Oh." Yoongi nods. "I'm just going back home from a friend's place."

"What- Why were you at a friend's house until four in the morning?" Unease creeps through Hoseok's veins, piercing his heart and making his head spin- whether it's because of his minor illness, or the unpleasant feeling in his gut, he's not sure.

"Okay, don't get the wrong idea," Yoongi says hastily, fingertips brushing Hoseok's arm. "First of all, it was friends, plural, and I'd planned on staying the ni- It was just to have a movie marathon, I swear- We'd planned on staying up the whole night to watch a whole series of movies, but Namjoon and Seokjin- said friends- fell asleep halfway through. And I didn't feel like finishing the rest of the movies while they were snoring, so I briefly woke them up to get them to go sleep in their bed while I slept on the couch- Then I woke up just a half hour ago to the sound of them having unnecessarily loud sex." Yoongi sighs. "So I left."

Worry eases itself off Hoseok's chest. "Oh," he breathes.

"Yeah." Yoongi cracks a smile. "Don't worry, Hoseokie."

Hoseok tries to play it off. "I wasn't worried about anything-"

"I'm calling bullshit on that," Yoongi quips, quirking a brow. "You looked terrified."

Hoseok stares at his feet, and a different concern creeps into his mind when he remembers that he's still clothed in his pajamas with a thick coat sloppily thrown over, and his hair probably looks like a raccoon's nest and he most likely has crust in the corners of his eyes and a hideous grey staining his under-eyes and Yoongi can't see him like this, he looks disgusting-

He glances up at Yoongi, who's staring up at the moon, and almost melts because even like this, with Yoongi's hair sticking up in all different directions, he looks like an angel. And then suddenly Yoongi is looking at him with a heart-palpitatingly intense gaze, smiling that entrancing smile of his, that smile that's not really a smile but nonetheless makes Hoseok weak at the knees, and that's when it really hits Hoseok, slaps him across the face, that he needs Yoongi to like him back, or else he's not going to be able to survive in this unforgiving world alone.

"I really like you, Yoongi."

The blonde male seems at a loss of words, confusion marring his features and another unnamable expression swimming in his eyes. He looks away, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he swallows. "I, um..."

"You don't have to say anything," Hoseok says quickly. "I just wanted to let you know."

Relief floods Yoongi's eyes. "Oh."

Hoseok nods. "Yeah, don't stress it."

"Cool." Yoongi fiddles with the hems of his sleeves, and his stomach growls loudly. "I guess I'm kind of hungry," he laughs, a little nervously. "Do you wanna go grab some food?"

"Are there even places open at four in the morning?"

"Some convenience stores are open for twenty four hours," Yoongi says. "I could- Hold up, you should know this, because where would you have bought your medicine? Speaking of which, aren't you still sick?"

"Yeah, but-" Just at that moment, a dull ache shoots through his temple, and he groans softly. "Never mind."

"Are you okay?" Yoongi steps a little closer.

"Y-Yeah," Hoseok blatantly lies, shutting his eyes as his head begins to throb.

Yoongi exhales through his nose. "Stop lying, you idiot. Come on, I'll buy you some food."

"I don't need food," Hoseok says weakly, heart jumping as Yoongi takes his hand. "I just need sleep."

"You'll feel at least a little better with some food in your system," Yoongi explains. "Just be quiet."

So they enter a convenience store, the lanky girls behind the counter giggling at something on their phones, and Yoongi purchases two bottles of water, a few protein bars, and some cup ramen.

"You really were hungry, huh?" Hoseok asks after Yoongi finishes wolfing down three bars and the ramen.

"I guess so." Yoongi takes a swig of his water. "Ah, that was good."

Hoseok nibbles on a protein bar. "Cup ramen is always good."

Yoongi nods and takes another sip of his water, glancing at him. "We should get back, it's getting pretty la-" He pauses. "Late? Early?"

"I don't know," Hoseok laughs, shaking his head. "The issue is that we're losing sleep."

"Yeah," Yoongi agrees with a quiet chortle. "Let's go, then."

The two exit, water bottles loosely dangling from their hands (Hoseok's is in the plastic bag with his newly purchased medicine) and a chilly breeze flowing through their hair. With some food in his stomach, Hoseok admits that he does indeed feel a little better. The ache in his temples has subsided a bit, and he doesn't feel as tired. In fact, he feels a little excited.

That's probably just the effect of Yoongi being next to him, though.

Hoseok isn't even entirely certain of what he wants anymore. Sure, he'd love to be able to kiss Yoongi whenever he feels like it, but at the same time, he needs to respect that Yoongi isn't interested in a romantic relationship. But sometimes, he just has a feeling that Yoongi, somewhere in that anti-romance heart of his, has some sort of feelings for him.

Although that could just be his delusion.

Yoongi exhales and stares at the sky as wisps of clouds drift over the slim slice of the moon. "The sky is beautiful at night."

"The sky is always beautiful."

"It's prettier at night, though," sighs Yoongi. "With the clouds and the moonlight and the stars- I love it."

Hoseok just stares. "I don't get how it's that much prettier."

Yoongi clicks his tongue. "Get over here; see it from my point of view." And before Hoseok can even think, Yoongi's hand is around his shoulder, pulling him into his side. "Look up there," he says softly, pointing at the sky, "look at those clouds- They're like ribbons wrapping around the moon."

"Oh," Hoseok says a little breathlessly, palms beginning to perspire at the closeness between them. "Um- Yeah," he croaks out, "it- it looks nice."

The blonde glances over curiously, and a tense silence follows as the two stare at each other. Yoongi's hand is still loosely gripping Hoseok's shoulder, fingers curling into the soft fabric, and Hoseok's breath gets caught in his throat as he stares into Yoongi's eyes. Yoongi blinks, lips parting ever so slightly, and before Hoseok knows it, Yoongi is kissing him.

Min Yoongi, the man that Hoseok had been smitten with for nearly two months now, is kissing him.

And as quickly Yoongi had kissed him, he stops, abruptly pulling away, his pale cheeks tinted a soft pink hue. His hands retract to his side. "I should- go now."

"Wait," Hoseok says, a little breathlessly. "You're just gonna- leave?"

Yoongi averts his gaze. "Yeah."

"You're not gonna talk about what just happened?"

"What is there to talk about?"

Ouch.

"You- You just kissed me," Hoseok says, a slight tremor in his voice. "And now you're just going to leave without saying anything?"

"Okay, um-" Yoongi shakes his head, brow creasing and lines of an unreadable expression etched into his face. "Just pretend that never happened- Please."

"How am I supposed to pretend like that never happened?" Hoseok says loudly, and a dull ache shoots through his skull. He clutches his forehead, leaning over.

"Are you okay?" Yoongi asks for the second time that night, and is about to hold Hoseok's hand before he stiffens and backs away. "You should go back home- You're still ill."

Hoseok grits his teeth and looks up. "You're acting like a colossal dick."

"And you're being an overemotional little shit," Yoongi snaps, looking away. "I'm leaving."

"Fine!" Hoseok yells at Yoongi's retreating figure. "I don't care!"

"Good," Yoongi says icily, "it's best that way."

Tears rapidly welling up in his eyes, he storms off to his apartment, a stinging feeling in his chest. Once back at the lonesome place he calls home, he pops a tablet into his mouth with trembling fingers in hopes that it will appease his cold and goes into his room.

He falls asleep that night with an unbearably painful ache in his temples and a much more painful ache in his heart.