Chapter 32 - (2.0K Words)

"Hey (Y/N), are you okay?" Hoseok asked, grabbing your shoulder and turning you towards him. "You look like you hardly slept at all last night."

"That's because I didn't," you sighed, reaching around Hoseok for the mug of coffee you had just poured.

It was now morning, and you had just come down to the kitchen to find that you were the only one awake except for Hoseok. You didn't really want to talk to him, because you were still mad about how he purposely lied to you. You weren't sure if you were more mad that he lied, or that you ended up believing him. Either way, you still didn't want to talk to him.

You had quickly hopped in the shower, which somehow didn't feel as cleansing as it did yesterday morning. A new set of clothes had been put in your drawer when you woke up: a light pink tank top and khaki shorts. Just to make sure, you checked your shoes for the 50000 won bill. You were relieved to find that it was safely tucked into your right shoe, where you had left it.

When you left your room this morning, you found that all the doors in the hallway were closed except for one. You had just found out that was Hoseok's door to his room. A part of you wanted to take a peek inside, but something told you that it wasn't a good idea. So, without wasting any more time, you made your way downstairs.

Now, you were in the kitchen, and Hoseok hadn't left you alone since you came into the room. It didn't help that you were still trying to wake yourself up.

"(Y/N), I asked you a question," Hoseok said in an annoyed tone, slowly tapping your coffee mug away from your mouth. "Were you even listening to me?"

"Hoseok, I'm sorry," you said, shaking your head and rubbing your eyes underneath your glasses. "Can you ask me again?"

Hoseok smiled and gently pulled the coffee mug out of your hands. He carefully set the mug down on the counter behind you, and then turned around to face you again.

"You're really that tired, aren't you?" He smiled, moving to lean against the counter to your left. "Why didn't you get any sleep last night?"

"It was a mix of things," you said, shaking your head. "It was a long day, the room was warm, I had a weird dream..." You trailed off.

A dream where Namjoon kissed me...

You reached behind you for the cup of coffee, but Hoseok pinned your hand down to the counter. You questioningly looked up at him, and he raised his eyebrows at you in return.

"What was the dream about?" He asked, still keeping his hand firmly planted on top of yours.

"Hoseok, that's not important," You said, trying to pull your hand out from under his. "Just let me have a drink."

"You're not allowed to drink any more coffee until you tell me about your dream," Hoseok said, reaching around you and grabbing your mug of coffee.

"Come on, that's not fair," you whined and stomped your foot. "I'm really tired, and you know it."

"Do you promise to tell me about your dream if I give you the coffee?" He asked, pulling the mug farther and farther away from you.

"Alright, alright," you said, holding your free hand up in the air, signaling your defeat. "I promise that I'll tell you. Just give me the coffee, okay?"

"What are you promising?" A new voice asked. You jumped, and Hoseok took his hand off of yours. You slowly turned around, and you saw that Namjoon was standing in the doorway. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was eying Hoseok suspiciously.

Dammit, why now?!

"I-I was about to tell Hoseok about a dream that I had last night," you stuttered, trying to hide the slight blush that was playing at your cheeks. "In exchange, he was going to give me back my coffee mug."

"Oh," Namjoon said, visibly stiffening. "I hope you don't mind if I hear about it too, because I'm not moving from this kitchen."

This would be the one time that I actually do mind! How the hell do I get him out of here?!

"Actually, I think I mind, so if you'll excuse us."

Before you could reply, Hoseok put his hand over your mouth. He placed your cup of coffee in your waiting hands, and pulled you towards the doorway.

"Don't spill the beans yet, (Y/N)," Hoseok said, audible enough for Namjoon to here. "If Joonie really wants to know about your dream, then he can bribe you with another cup of coffee."

I think I should forgive him. He's gotten me out of things like this before.

Namjoon rolled his eyes at Hoseok, and let the two of you pass through the doorway together. As you passed by him, your eyes met. Namjoon quickly looked away from you, and you saw a faint pink appear on his cheeks. You gazed at him for only a second longer before Hoseok dragged you down the hallway.

Hoseok quickly scanned the front room, as if looking for anyone else that could eavesdrop on you as you talked about your dream. He pulled you over to a white couch that was centered in the large room. You set your coffee down on the table just in front of you, and sat down.

"So, tell me about it," Hoseok said, spreading out on the couch beside you. "I want to hear what goes on in that head of yours." Hoseok reached over and playfully ruffled your hair.

"I don't remember much," you lied. You didn't want to tell him about the kiss, and you didn't want to tell him about Namjoon. You had to give him as few details as you possibly could.

"That doesn't matter," Hoseok said, lightly hitting your arm. "Just tell me what you remember. Make up something if you have to."

"You wouldn't believe me if I started making things up," you laughed and shook your head. "I don't want that."

"Then tell me what your mind made to keep you up all night like that," Hoseok said.

"It was a good dream, but it was also kind of a sad dream, too," you said, tilting your head to the side.

Hoseok placed his hand on top of yours again, and slowly stroked the back of your hand. You felt a sense of security wash over you, and you felt better about telling him about your dream.

"I had a dream that somebody came into my room," you said. "They brought me a glass of water and they opened up one of my windows."

"Is that it?" Hoseok asked, a hint of disappointment creeping into his tone. "That's what kept you up all night long? A dream about somebody opening a window for you?"

"There was more, but..." You trailed off, not wanting to tell him.

"There's more?" His eyes lit up, and you instantly regretted saying anything anything else. "What else happened?"

"Hoseok, I don't want to talk about it," you said, picking up the cup of coffee from the table. "Just forget I said anything about it, okay?"

"But (Y/N), you promised me that you would tell me about it," Hoseok whined, crossing his arms over his chest. "If you don't tell me, I'll get Namjoon to--"

"Okay, okay! I'll talk," you interrupted, putting the coffee cup back down on the table in front of you. "Just please, don't go and get him."

Hoseok gave you a triumphant smirk, and uncrossed his arms from his chest. He patiently waited for you to continue on with your story. You turned your head, and stared at the ground with your hands folded in your lap.

"After they were done opening the window, they came back and tucked me in. All my blankets were on the floor, so they had to pick them up for me," you said, letting your eyes rest on your feet.

"Once I was tucked in, they said they had something to give me," you paused and took a deep breath, ready at any moment to completely lose your composure.

"(Y/N), who was it?" Hoseok asked, furowing his eyebrows. "What did they give you? (Y/N)?"

You shook your head and covered your eyes with your hand. You didn't want Hoseok to see you freak out like this. You felt awful about what happened in the dream, even though it wasn't your fault.

"Was it a good thing, or was it a bad thing?" Hoseok asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"It was both," you said, still shaking your head at yourself. "I liked it, but I don't think that it was supposed to happen. I don't think it was supposed to end that way."

"But it was a dream, right?" Hoseok asked. "It didn't really happen, so it doesn't matter if it did or not."

You sat together like that for a moment, neither of you moving or talking. Hoseok didn't know what was bothering you--all he knew was that it was bothering you. He wasn't sure how to help you, but just sitting there with him gave you a feeling of comfort.

"(Y/N), you would tell me if it had anything to do with me, wouldn't you?" Hoseok whispered.

"Yes, I would," you nodded your head, letting the first tear fall down your cheek. "I wouldn't try to keep it from you if it had something to do with you."

"Does it have to do with somebody else in this house?" He asked carefully.

Yes, and his name is Namjoon.

"Yes, but I can't tell you who it is," you said, your lips quivering. "I don't want you to know."

"That's alright, I understand," Hoseok said, lowering his eyes to the ground. "You deserve to keep some things to yourself, and I can respect that."

You heard the sound of doors opening on the second floor, and both of you quickly looked up towards the stairs. Hoseok took his arm away from you, and you picked up your coffee cup from the table sitting just in front of you.

"Listen, we need to get out of the front room," Hoseok said urgently, standing up. "Everyone is going to be coming down here soon, and we shouldn't really be seen together like this. I have some things I have to go take care of upstairs. If you'll let me sit next to you at breakfast--"

"Yeah, you can sit next to me," you smiled and wiped the remaining tears off of your cheek. "I'll see you at breakfast?"

"I'll see you at breakfast," Hoseok made his way past you, and patted your shoulder on the way by. You watched as he practically flew up the stairs. You watched as another familiar figure came to rest at the top of the stairs.

Hoseok, who wasn't watching where he was going, ran right into Jimin. The two shared a moment of intense silence, each staring the other one down. Jimin's eyes flashed to you, and he pushed Hoseok out of his way.

You saw Hoseok's lips moving, but you couldn't hear what he was trying to say. You saw Jimin smirk and reply, but he kept his eyes on you the entire time. Hoseok gave you one final glance before turning around the corner into the upstairs hallway.

Jimin made his way to the bottom of the stairs, all the while keeping his eyes glued on you. You held yourself tall, despite realizing that your eyes were probably still red from crying. The last time you had seen Jimin, he had tried to rape you. It wasn't easy to see him again this morning.

Jimin paused at the bottom of the steps, and leaned against the pearly white banister.

"Good morning, (Y/N)."