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Hoseok X Reader Pt. 3

Yoongi had remained faithful to his wife until the end, while Hoseok had not.

Hoseok buried the gnawing guilt deep inside for the time being. If he could, he wanted to take that secret with him to his grave. He never wanted his daughter to find out what kind of man her father was. The disappointment, the hurt, the judgment that would pass through her face would send him into an utter state of despair. Would she abandon him? Would she hate him? Would she want to be associated with such a disgusting excuse of a husband and father? These thoughts often kept him awake at night as his daughter grew up.

Bit by bit though, he opened up and mentioned a story or two about her mother. And Hope's favorite bed time story became her parent's love story. Initially, it hurt to remember, but as the days passed, Hoseok looked forward to being whisked back to the time where you two had loved each other so passionately.

He knew that his daughter was still ever so curious about what truly happened to her mother, but he still couldn't bring himself to say. He made excuses that she was too young at first then later, he continued to hide behind the fact that "she wasn't ready" or "she was focusing on other things like school and he didn't want to distract her". He couldn't bring himself to even tell her the partial truth, because lying to his daughter would just bring him back to full circle, to the man that hid behind lies to protect himself. He settled that it was either the full truth or continuing avoidance.

And he consistently chose avoidance.

Until the day his daughter wanted to bring her boyfriend home for him to meet.

All through Hope's childhood, he had tried to protect her and deter her from the temptations of young love. As every father felt, he didn't want their precious daughter to be heartbroken by the immaturity of pubescent males. But in Hoseok's case, he also didn't want her to be played, like he had done to you. He didn't want his daughter to live the grief that you felt. His heart would shatter into a billion pieces if he had to ever witness it.

No boy was good enough. No boy was trustworthy enough. Despite their chivalrous and friendly personas, years down the road, they could end up like him, swayed by others and tainted by infidelity.

He didn't want his daughter to end up with someone like himself, and everyone had potential to become someone like him.

So when his daughter announced that she wanted to bring home someone she had been dating for a few months now, his entire world shattered.

"What?!" Hoseok choked on his food. "You're datingsomeone???"

Hope rolled her eyes. "Yes. Like everyone is nowadays, dad."

"No, I don't approve. No. Dump him. All boys are pigs. You can't trust them." he rambled. "You only need me in your life."

She sighed. "He's just coming over for dinner. He wants to meet you because I talk about you so much. It's not a marriage proposal. Just give him a chance, Dad."

"I won't see him, and that's final!" Hoseok slammed his hand down on the table and walked away frantically; his heart had been unprepared for this leap.

"WHY NOT? ARE YOU SERIOUS? WHY DO YOU ALWAYS PUSH ME AWAY?" she yelled after him, but he shut the door to signal that the conversation was over.

He really did always avoid and push her away when the topic of romance came up. He was fine telling stories about the past, but when she tried to pry further about his romantic ventures or open up to him about her crushes, he would shut down. He was terrified for her. What if she made the wrong choice like her mother did?

He exhaled as he buried his face in his hands, distraught, and puzzled. What was he to do? Hope was old enough now to be told the entire story. She deserved to know. But it was Hoseok that was never ready for the consequences and repercussions that could happen after the truth was revealed; the dark part of his life that he had kept hidden for years. The burden he had chosen to bear, the mark of his sins that he wanted to weigh on him as a punishment. It would never suffice; never would be enough to face you in the afterlife, but still, it made him feel better, suffering in silence, as you had.

There was a light knock on his door minutes later.

"Dad, I'm sorry I yelled at you." His daughter's voice was heard behind the door. "I know this time of the year is hard for you, but please don't block me out again, okay? I don't want to disobey you, but I at least want you to give this guy a chance. If he really isn't good for you, then I promise I'll stop seeing him. But I want you to meet each other, because you both make me so happy."

Hoseok sighed again. By "this time of the year", he knew she meant it was nearing your death anniversary. It was the anniversary of your last month, the month where he constantly carried you around the house, the anniversary of when he fell back in love with you. He didn't deserve this kind of daughter. She was too good.

At a young age, she had learned to be self-sufficient and had grown up too fast. Although he took them on trips frequently, he never felt enough for her. He wanted to give her more, but he couldn't. Every time he fell to his grief, she was there with a steady hand to bring him back. Every time he walked away, she would be right there waiting for him to return with open arms. And even now, when he was being completely irrational, she would sacrifice her happiness for his peace of mind. Would you be happy with the kind of father he had become? He was definitely far from perfect, but he was trying to be. Or was he really trying?

"Hope." he called.

"Yes?" she spoke, still not entering his room.

"Wanna bake something with your old man?" he smiled.

He heard that infectious giggle he loved.

"Sure. I'll set up the stuff."

After he heard your footsteps fade away, Hoseok knelt down and pulled out a box from underneath his bed. In it, lay pieces of your last moments that he had held onto: your letter, your hospital band, and even the ripped divorce papers with your signature. He never could bring himself to throw any of it away, because they were you to him.

BY: Nicky                                         Words Written: 1140