BABY ?

Hoseok bit down on his lip, still contemplating what to do. He was standing in front of what he believed was Namjoon's office, but he was too scared to knock.
What if Namjoon was still angry?
But one of the servants had told him that Namjoon never stayed angry for long. They said he was the calmest of the masters.
Hoseok found that hard to believe.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand, but he still couldn't knock. Maybe he didn't have to say anything. He wasn't sure what he would even say.

'Come in'

He heard Namjoon's voice and blinked in surprise. Had he actually knocked? Or was it just demon instincts?
He slowly pushed the heavy door open and walked inside. He took slow, cautious steps towards the huge table when Namjoon was sitting.

'Do you need anything?' Namjoon asked calmly and Hoseok noticed he didn't seem mad anymore.
'I... can I go out?'
'To where?'
'To... get somethings'.
Namjoon noticed how the boy played with his fingers and looked down, like he was scared. And somehow, he hated that he had that effect on him.
As much as he liked people being afraid of him, seeing Hoseok look frightened made him feel like a bully.

'What do you need to get? You can send any of the messangers'
'Em... just some... things'
'Why don't you make a list and give it to them'
'...okay' Hoseok nodded and turned around. Namjoon noticed he wanted to say more but stopped himself. He hoped he was okay.

**

Hoseok had spent the whole day in his bed after taking to Namjoon. He figured the only way not to get on anyone's nerves, was to be invisible. But his body was still hurting from what happened last night and he still had a headache.

He was starting to feel weak, but he wasn't sure what to do. He had already told the messenger his symptoms and was hoping he would get some medicines. But the boy had not gotten back to him.

Hoseok whined as he turned restless in his bed. He sat up and put on his bunny slippers, walking out of his room. He felt like he could pass out at any moment, and if no one came to check on him, he would properly die.

He tried to think of which masters he hadn't annoyed, maybe he could go to someone for help.
Jin.
He hadn't annoyed him right?
But he couldn't remember which room was his.
He walked down the hall and somehow ended up in front of Taehyung's door. He was sure this was Taehyung's room, from his orientation.
He just hoped he hadn't gotten on the man's nerves enough to be sent away.

He sighed and knocked.
Even his hands felt weak as he knocked.
His eyes widened when the door opened and Jimin was standing there. He was wearing silky pants and a long silk jacket that looked like they cost more than Hoseok's life.

He gulped as he stared at him, 'Sorry... I didn't mean... I thought this was Master Taehyung's room...'
'It is' Jimin said, 'no need to add the titles to our names'.
Hoseok noticed he sounded nicer than the first time. He was probably in a good mood.

Jimin stepped forward, studying him, 'are you okay? Why are you sweating?'
Hoseok flinched when Jimin's hand touched his forehead, 'I..  I don't feel so good..'
'Come' Jimin walked back into the room and Hoseok followed him. His mouth dropped open at the room.
It was like a whole house in here. There was a living room and then a room. It was beautiful. The men really valued their privacy.

Hoseok walked forward admiring the room, but his head was suddenly spinning and he reached for the arm of the chair. Jimin noticed and walked back to help him sit, 'here'.
Hoseok only noticed he had been picked up when he blinked. Jimin had to be freaking strong to pick him up effortlessly.

Jimin sat on the couch with the boy still in his arms. Hoseok was now in his lap as he took the medicine from the side drawer.
'Did you eat?' Jimin asked and Hoseok nodded. He felt so comfortable in the man's arms and his face was buried into his neck.

He whined when he sniffed the medicine and Jimin smiled, 'you have to take it'
'I feel better'
'You're weak Hobi'.
Hoseok smiled to himself at the name. He pulled back a little and took the medicine, a frown appearing on his face as soon as he swallowed.

He gagged for a second and Jimin rubbed his back, 'swallow' he offered him a glass of water and Hoseok drank all of it, rushing to bury his face in the man's shoulder again.
He loved how Jimin smelled, and it made him feel better.

'Where's... Taehyung?'
'He had to work late, I came over to get somethings when you knocked'.
Hoseok nodded, 'you're... Jimin..'
'Yes'.

After a while, he was actually feeling better, but sleepy. Jimin had put on a show and Hoseok had finally pulled his head back to watch.
Jimin's hand kept rubbing circles on his back, making him smile.

'Thank you' he whispered and Jimin turned to look at him. Hoseok's breath hitched at how close their faces were. Jimin was so handsome in the dim light of the room. He had those siren eyes that made it hard to look away.

Hoseok couldn't stop staring at him, and for a second, he saw Jimin's gaze soft to his lips, then back to his eyes. And he suddenly imagined what it would be like to kiss him. He had never kissed anyone before, and he had always wondered what it would feel like.

But these men were way out of his league. There was no way they would actually get involved with him. He was literally a cat breed, living with half demons. It wasn't possible.

So he smiled and buried his head in Jimin's chest again, closing his eyes and hoping he would fall asleep and forget this ever happened.

Jimin smirked and turned back to the television.
Jin was right.
Hoseok was really beautiful.