Chapter 8

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This chapter may include some triggering topics

"They're so cute!"

"I know!"

"Shut up! They'll wake up if two don't be quiet!"

Yoongi groaned at the familiar voices, not bothering to say anything, and pulled his pillow closer. Wait... Yoongi's eyes shot open at the realization that he wasn't hugging his pillow, it was Hoseok.

He had to admit, Hoseok was adorable while he slept. His heart-shaped lips formed a pout and his hair was sticking out in all different directions.

"Shit, you woke him up!" Yoongi's eyes darted in the direction of the door where he could see his three best friends running down the hall. They knew not to wake him up, yet they did just that. They were in for some shit later.

The raven-haired male looked back at Hoseok, who was shifting around in his sleep. He was shorts awake, but not conscious enough to register that he was still hugging Yoongi.

The brunette pulled Yoongi closer as a soft hum left his lips. He liked this, he felt warmth he hasn't felt in a long time. Why did he feel that warmth? Hoseok drowsily questioned himself until it hit him. Yoongi. He was cuddling with Yoongi.

Hoseok jumped and moved away from Yoongi, now wide awake. His sudden action not only scared himself, but Yoongi flinched as well. Yoongi sent him a look of confusion and concern, but he ignored it and hid his face in a pillow.

'Oh God... That was embarrassing...' Hoseok thought.

"You ok?" Yoongi asked softly, not wanting to scare the boy.

"Yup, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" Hoseok answered quickly, his response muffled by the pillow. Yoongi leaned over and grabbed the pillow from Hoseok, throwing it somewhere in the room.

"I couldn't hear you, say it again," Yoongi said, moving closer to Hoseok, who now was a blushing mess.

"I-I said I'm fine..." Hoseok looks away, afraid he'll blush more. Yoongi smirked at the flustered boy.

"Oh? But you look red. Are you feeling ok? Do you have a fever?" Yoongi teased further, only making Hoseok turn a darker shade of red.

"N-No, I feel fine, Hyung," Hoseok sat up but was immediately pushed back down, Yoongi now hovering over him.

"Are you sure, Hoseokie?" The older male smirked, leaning dangerously close to Hoseok's face. The said male was at a loss for words. He only looked up into Yoongi's dark eyes, not saying anything.

"So you're not gonna answer me now?" Yoongi raised a brow and cocked his head to the side a bit. Hoseok's lips parted as if he was going to speak, but nothing came out. He watched as Yoongi's eyes trailed down from his eyes to his lips.

Hoseok knew what the older male was thinking, he knew because he was thinking the same thing. Yoongi leaned even closer to the boy under him, eyes flickering between his brown orbs and his lips. They both thought they'd finally have their moment. Keyword thought.

Just as their lips were about to touch, the door swung open, revealing 5 males, three of them not even phased at what they saw. Yoongi groaned and moved away from Hoseok, who was now completely red and attempting to hide under the covers.

"Haven't I told you guys to stay out of my room?" Yoongi questions, getting off the bed, and grabbing a shirt.

"Nope. Never, Hyungie!" A short boy with bright pink hair smiled sweetly at his friend/ boss.

"Jimin, I know for sure I've told you not to call me that," Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Anyway, what do you want?"

"Well, we came to tell you about the information you asked for," A tall, teal-haired male, Namjoon, said. Yoongi nodded, directing his gaze from his friends over to Taehyung, who stood between his boyfriends.

"Taehyung, stay here with Hoseok." Taehyung nodded and went over to comfort the embarrassed boy who was still under the covers. Namjoon led the others out of the room and into a large office-like room on the other side of the house.

"So, what do you have?" Yoongi asked, sitting in one of the chairs surrounding the table in the middle of the room.

"We found out who that gang was that stole from us," Jimin began.

"I'm listening," Yoongi leaned his elbows on the table, looking at his friends.

"It was the Diamond Mafia. And this isn't the first time they've messed with us. Almost 15 years ago, when your father was the boss, they had killed two of our agents. We haven't figured out why they attacked the Jung's, but we're working on it. We also learned that-"

"Wait, Jung's?" Yoongi interrupted Namjoon.

"Yes, it was in the middle of the night. When it was investigated, they ruled it as suicide for both of them, though neither death seemed like they could have done it themselves. I bet someone paid them off to keep quiet," Namjoon slid a manila folder across the table to his boss.

The folder was complete with the full case of Mr. and Mrs. Jung's deaths, along with background info on the couple. Yoongi scanned over the contents inside, something catching his eye. That something only confirmed his suspicion from earlier.

"Shit," Yoongi closed the folder and stormed out of the room. The four other males shared confused glances before following their boss.

"Hoseok," Yoongi swung open the door to his room where Taehyung had been talking with Hoseok. "We need to talk."

Taehyung and Hoseok shared a glance before the younger boy stood up. "I'll see you later, Hobi-Hyung."

Hoseok whispered a small 'goodbye' as Taehyung walked out, his attention going back to Yoongi. The older man walked to the bed and sat down a fair distance from Hoseok.

"I need to ask you a few things that might be triggering, so if you're uncomfortable just let me know," Yoongi said. Hoseok nodded and looked at the raven. He had a serious look on his face, unlike the playful smirk he wore not long ago. It frightened Hoseok a bit, to see Yoongi's attitude change in a matter of minutes.

"Alright, you mentioned your parents died in a storm, and Taehyung told me it was because of a mafia," Yoongi paused, looking at Hoseok for any signs of discomfort. The boy only stared at him with a blank expression.

"Well, do you remember anything about that night? Like something that could possibly tell us who did it?" Yoongi watched as Hoseok frowned and looked down at the bedsheets.

"Well... I was like 9 so I barely remember it, but... when I uh- when I found them, t-they had an um... what was it...." Hoseok paused to think for a moment. It took him a second before it hit him.

"Diamond! It was like an imprint on their forehead or something," The brunette's voice wavered at the end of his sentence. Yoongi frowned when he saw tears in Hoseok's eyes, but what the boy had said only confirmed his thoughts.

"Seokie," Yoongi gently grabbed Hoseok's hands. "I need to tell you a few things."

Hoseok hummed softly, too afraid of his voice cracking and him completely breaking down.

"The Diamond Mafia is a huge mafia here in Seoul, almost as big as my mafia. They're my biggest rivals. 15 years ago they attacked and killed two of our best agents. I was a kid, so I wasn't the boss, it was my Dad. They were a couple with the last name Jung," Hoseok looked up to meet Yoongi's eyes. He tried to hold back his tears, but he just couldn't. It was a lot to take in and he wasn't sure he wanted to hear the rest.

"I'm so sorry, Seokie," Yoongi pulled Hoseok into a hug. He truly felt bad for the boy, but there wasn't anything he could do... or was there...

Hoseok leaned into Yoongi's embrace and cried softly, burying his face in Yoongi's chest. He couldn't believe his parents were in the Mafia, then again he was 9 at the time.

"There's another thing, Seok. Your ex, Siwoo, he's a part of the Diamond Mafia." Hoseok let out a shaky sigh and tightened his arms around Yoongi.

"If I thought I hated him before... hell, I despise his ass," Hoseok mumbled, just loud enough for Yoongi to hear.

"I know you do. I do too," Yoongi ran his fingers through Hoseok's hair. "Don't worry about anything, Seokie. I've got it all under control."

Happy Thanksgiving Bitches 😎💜✨ Also, hbd to my Mama 🥰 yall she old... she's 34 now 👀😂 sorry if there any mistakes. I've been up for almost 19 hours and I'm running off of 3 hours of sleep.... aight bai :)

~Maki