i wanna love you but i don’t know how (part 3);
↳ pairing: hoseok x reader x taehyung
↳ genre: hybrid au | poly au | slow burn | fluff | angst
↳ word count: 2,061
↳ warnings: cursing, verbal and physical abuse, violence (there’s no sexual abuse!)
↳ summary: “there’s a space between dream and reality called happiness,
and for me to be happy
I need to be with you” — unknown
or where you find yourself falling in love again, for someone who has this too familiar scent - and a too familiar secret.
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Yoongi diverted his attention from your face to the way Hoseok held you, sighing with a shake of his head before moving to crouch in front of you.
His hands weren’t shaking anymore, but anger still tinted his features - you felt it radiating from him, as another growing wave came from your side, and they saw you wrap your tail around you once more.
You had to swallow the half blue half yellow pill your friend gave you, as he whispered softly it would help with the pain; he patted your knee lightly and watched Hoseok from the corner of his eyes, “can you get out?”
Yoongi asked harshly and you frowned at him, his unusual behavior startling you.
“What?” Hoseok scoffed, “are you serious, Yoongi?”
“I’m going to take off your sweater and lift your blouse, sweet,” he announced while looking at you, ignoring the red-haired man, tone way different from the one he aimed at Hoseok, who tensed next to you.
Almost unconsciously, you caressed the back of Hoseok’s hand, and Yoongi followed the movement with his head tilted to the side.
He’s not mad at you, that you can tell. Still you don’t see why he’d be mad at Hoseok - who’s also his friend. And it looked exactly like this, that he was mad with Hobi.
You don’t see why though, but that’s all because you were too preoccupied with the previous topic to notice - the silent interaction they had when Yoongi entered the room.
The way Hoseok eyed Yoongi up and down.
You didn’t notice how he protectively pulled you closer, nor how the engineers inside his head worked to tell him to realize that this is not the first time Yoongi deals with that. Or worse.
But the elder did, and he wouldn’t let Hoseok judge him like this - not when he knows he should have done something, even if he promised you he wouldn’t.
“I’ll apply ointment at your bruises. You don’t want him here, do ya?” he insisted.
You stick your tongue out to wet your dry lips, wincing when it stings, ”I do, actually.”
He gave you an inquisitive gaze, and you shrink back before replying with your voice low, “I guess it’s not right to let him go without explanation.”
Yoongi nodded, still unsure, but sat cross legged in front of you anyway - his hand traveled inside the bag he had with him and slender fingers grasped the cream. His head shot up when your voice filled the space again, “also, I don’t want him thinking bad of you,”
Hoseok felt uncomfortable seeing Yoongi smiling so sweetly at you.
He bit his bottom lip and cursed himself inside his head for thinking bad of him; someone who looks at you like this would never touch you in a way to leave marks behind - not this kind, at least. Yoongi had nothing more than his love to offer you, and he was not a liar.
It was a little ridiculous of him, actually, to even think like that and make this kind of assumption - that he would hurt you.
He blamed his side that was too scared and angry to think straight - still, he felt guilty, gaze softening while watching Yoongi take so good care of you, nodding his own head while the other praised you, squeezing your hand back when you whimpered while Yoongi massaged your bruises.
And you are doing so well, he tried a whisper. I’m almost done, Yoongi promised.
They thanked you for trusting them, and letting them do this.
Your tail was not wrapped around your waist anymore but resting lazily on your lap and your breathing no longer hitched. You felt your eyes and body heavy, and you almost purred when Yoongi adjusted your blouse and helped you with your sweater when he was done, kissing your knee over the fabric of your jeans.
He got up and eyed you carefully before breaking the peaceful bubble you momentarily got into. “Y/N, I know you don’t want that, but we should take you to the doctor,” he raised his hand with his palm facing you when you opened your mouth to protest, “we have to see how serious it is, what if it’s broken?”
“I don’t think it is,” you shrugged quietly.
And you didn’t. Not that you’d ever let them know, but you know the feeling of broken bones, and this is not the case.
“Well, that’s not enough,” he sighed, “we have to be sure.”
“I can’t go and you know that, Yoongi,” your right ear twitched in annoyance.
“God, Y/N, remember me why I made that promise again,” he asked frustrated, crossing his arms in front of his chest. But he didn’t dare to look into your eyes. He couldn’t - because he knew exactly why he made that promise, and though he knew you had your reasons, he regretted it. Every single day now, every time he looks at you from across the room he regrets it.
You pushed yourself away from Hoseok to get up, and he held your waist gently to help you. You switched your gaze from him to Yoongi just to make sure they were paying attention before you went on.
“If I go to the doctor he will know right away why I’m like this and they will call him,” you started, “I don’t care that if he finds out you know something he will hurt me, but you know how much influence he has?”
Yoongi lowered his head in shame and you shook yours fondly. “A lot, Yoong. You know, right?” he nodded, “and that means he can not only hurt me, but you, Hobi and NamJoon.”
This time he was the one to search for your eyes, frowning when he found your lips quivering, the sound of your voice broken. “I’m just as sorry as you are because of this, but I won’t let that happen. I can’t let him hurt you.”
Yoongi stepped closer and you reached your hand to hold his, “Y/N, please,”
“I know this is wrong,” you interrupted, “I know how much you want to help and I will never be able to thank you enough just for wanting to do so, but I won’t let you because if he hurts any of you I will never be able to forgive myself.”
He used the sleeves of his flannels to clean your face and then pulled you to engulf your body in an embrace. You melted into his arms tiredly, while he held you as careful as Hoseok did earlier, the latter watching the scene in front of him with his heart and mind in conflict.
You then pushed Yoongi, looking up at him with your tail brushing against his leg in some kind of reassuring gesture, “that’s why you made that promise,” you ended softly, turning around to watch Hoseok with pleading eyes. “And now you too, Hobi, please.”
He wanted to say something.
He wanted to ask you to stay and to convince you otherwise. He didn’t have the time, though, because you turned around to leave, saying you were going to be fine, that they shouldn’t be worrying about that.
When the door clicked and he turned to look at Yoongi, a plan started to take form.
You wanted him to, but he didn’t promise you anything, did he?
“Yoongi, tell me you don’t think about keeping it,” he didn’t wanted to say more nor go through the reasons they had to keep it, when in reality they both knew they should do something.
“I know I should, but-“ he massaged the back of his neck, eyes closed and a permanent frown on his face. When he opened his eyes again, Hoseok saw something akin to determination, “tell me you know something and I’ll help,”
“I do,” he smiled proudly, “NamJoon knows some people,”
“We shouldn’t get more people involved in this,” Yoongi warned before taking a step back, looking at the couch you were in just a moment ago. His mind took him to the first conversation you two had about it, and he hesitated. “If it doesn’t work, she will never trust us again.”
“Maybe if we talk with her first-“
“She won’t listen, Hoseok, I tried,” he sighed heavily. “She’s too scared and honestly I don’t blame her.”
“I’ll make sure only necessary people know about this. I’ll take care of everything, of her,” he gulped at the stern look Yoongi gave him, though he could see already the other was sold, “I really think we can help her.”
With a small nod of his head and shoulders slumping in defeat, he replied. “Alright, but we won’t be talking about this while she is here, you know where to find me and you have my number.”
Hoseok passed his hand through his hair, a sigh of relief leaving his lips - he knew he would not be able to do this without Yoongi’s help.
He held back his thank you when he noticed how the elder still looked down on him, gulping almost audibly when he slowly approached him - voice low so you would not listen even if you tried. “What about Taehyung?”
Hoseok knew that there was something wrong. He has known since the beginning, back then when they first met; even when they got along so well. He knew that there was this part of Yoongi that didn’t trust him - that didn’t trust him with you.
He heard about Taehyung once, but not just that.
He heard his name from your mouth too, he watched when your eyes glittered with longing and love, and he saw the hurt behind it all.
Yoongi had no idea though why he kept the other hybrid away from you, why he wanted to wait to tell you. But after today, seeing you so hurt and ready to keep this life in order to protect them, he decided that that won’t do.
Taehyung might be one of the few things (if not the only one) that will keep you sane during whatever will be the process you all will go through - and not just that, but simply because you don’t deserve to be in the dark about something like this.
Watching Hoseok hesitate before answering, he continued. “You will have to talk to them about it. You can’t keep this from them. You know you can’t, and especially now. She will need him.”
“I know,” he struggled to reply, eyebrows knitted together in apprehension, “I’ll tell her, I just need to talk with Tae first.”
“Good,” and with one last look and nothing left to say, Yoongi stomped off out of the office.
Not long after and Hoseok find himself wandering around the streets, the feeling of your lips still on his cheeks after you said goodbye.
He tried to push the thoughts away, to not think about you or the puppy, when suddenly he felt his phone buzz inside his pocket - the screen lighting up to show the latter’s face twisted in a silly expression and he felt at ease almost instantly when his voice ringed through the line when he picked it up.
“Is there a nice reason you didn’t say goodbye before leaving for work?” was that the greeting, Taehyung’s voice sounding deeper signaling he just woke up.
Hoseok laughed briefly before reminding why exactly he left earlier and what happened, anguish forcing the next sentence out of his mouth, “I was just thinking about you, Tae.”
And he heard the soft thud of Taehyung’s tail hitting the bed, “you were?”
“Yes,” he replied, aware that from now on his relationship with you and Taehyung will never be the same - whatever that meant to all of you. He knew he didn’t have the right anymore to feel jealous or scared, to keep this a secret - to keep you away from your happiness, from love.
He was the one who took Taehyung away from you, who heard the puppy cry your name at night and made promises he knew - since he realized he was in love with him, he wouldn’t keep. And now he does the thing he should have done since day one - when NamJoon told him yours and Yoongi’s names.
He clutches the device tighter, “I’m glad you called, I need to tell you something.”
A/N: aaa I’m so happy I’m finally posting this!! I hope you liked it! Please let me know!
