"no, not really. i ate a lot today, so i'm not really hungry." hoseok says.
"oh, okay." i say and i take the food from his plate. hoseok turns on the tv and sits on the couch. i later join him after eating all my food. my mind is somewhere else and i end up staring at the wall.
"hoseok." i say.
"yeah?" hoseok says.
"why'd you come back to me?" i say.
he shuts off the tv and turns to me.
"i promised you if i was ever feeling sad or depressed, i would come to you. that's what i did and i figured, being with someone won't help at all when you love someone else." hoseok says, "i've stopped taking my pills and when i saw you taking them, i thought you were weak. but, i really do still love you."
"what a bullshit excuse. are you going to turn back on the tv?" i ask.
"no, actually. i'm going to bed but i'll sleep on the couch." hoseok says.
"alright." i say.
i head to hoseok's room and tuck myself under the covers.
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i stare at the ceiling, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. i get out of bed to get a glass of water. i look over to hoseok, to see him sound asleep.
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i admire his face for a while and i caress his cheek.
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"y/n.." hoseok says, "y/n.."
"huh? what?" i say.
"you fell asleep.. in the living room." hoseok says.
"o–oh.." i say, "i did?"
"yeah.. why'd you get out of bed?" hoseok says.
"i went to go get a glass of water.." i say.
"yeah, sure. you were on top of me." hoseok says, sarcastically.
"whatever bitch, make me some breakfast." i say.
"you think i have the fucking time? i have work." hoseok says.
"don't fucking talk back to me." i say in a harsh tone and he holds his breath.
"i d–don't have breakfast.." hoseok says.
"what do you mean?" i say.
"i don't eat breakfast.." hoseok says.
"huh?" i ask.
"hey, you want to go to starbucks?" hoseok says, changing the topic.
"i thought you had work?" i ask.
"yeah, in 30 minutes. i'll just tell the boys that i'll be late." hoseok says.
