Bad || JUNG HOSEOK

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⚠ LAST PART⚠

Hoseok

I place my laptop in my luggage last.

Is time running out?

Are my chances perfectly 0%?

I look at my office. Filled with big and small boxes.

How did I survive in such a small, isolated area for so long?

How did I survive being away from any sort of fun?

Because I believed my friends would come for me.

I don't hate them.

I'm not disappointed in them.

It's hard to take someone back after a long fight.

I just wish I knew what was going on with them.

×××××

Sooah

"You guys are welcome to help." I quickly offer as BamBam and his friends were about to leave.

We actually became a lot closer over the few days they visited after helping us the other day.

BamBam looks towards his friends with a questionable smile.

"What do you guys think?" He asks.

"Heck yeah." Jackson steps forward and throws an arm around my shoulders.

"I don't want to go back to pouring hot soup in noodles and not being able to eat it myself." Jinyoung steps forward next.

The rest agree, making me smile.

"There's no way we're losing this time."

×××××

Two days went by with us training Got7.

"We have 4 hours until they arrive at the airport." Namjoon receives our attention. "2 hours remaining. Let's get moving."

×××××

Hoseok

My father and I bonded as I worked for him.

I forgave him, but never forgot.

Still hate the man, still despise what he did. I never want to see him ever. He can fall down a cliff.

Is that forgiving?

We arrive at the airport and I almost drop everything.

The whole airport was guarded with security.

If you were on a plane and looked down at the airport, it would look like ants surrounding a piece of food.

"There's a lot of people." I breath out, still in shock.

"Can never be too careful. Paparazzi is going to be bombarding us soon." My father explains with a proud grin.

I breath out deeply. "Oh..."

Even inside the airport, there was no one. No one except security guards, airport workers, and us.

"How did you manage to keep the entire place just for us?" I ask.

"I'm the Big Boss of the government company. I have a lot of power."

I felt sick inside.

I don't want to leave.

I like it in Seoul. With my real family.

As I was sitting down on my phone, the lights shut down.