Until We Drown : Vhope

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Hoseok is a daydreamer.
He daydreams about trivial details like the stitching in his black uniform or the infinite white walls of their underground base. Sometimes he forces himself to daydream to pass the time, other times he showers or goes on long, absent walks to daydream. It's not a habit, not entirely. He thinks it's more like reading the perfect book with the perfect genre and the perfect characters.
More than often, Hoseok finds himself perched on rooftops during night shifts, dangling his legs dangerously off the edge and wondering how it would feel to fall into the dark abyss below his feet. It isn't until Namjoon calls to him that it's time to go when he notices how bright the moon is that night

Most of all, he daydreams of the black that will slowly consume him before death and the people that won't remember him.
Hoseok is recruited two weeks after his tenth birthday, awkward limbs and empty eyes at the news that he'd lost his parents to the war.

It was the sort of emptiness that crept up on him during late hours of the night, flushed him with a cold sweat as his eyes shot open to the dark of his room. He never really knew his parents, not in the way that most children would. They'd visit him once a month, maybe two if he was lucky,
when they weren't on missions for the Divenire.

They'd visit with overly soft teddy bears that felt strange under his fingertips and a sort of fondness in the way they'd wrap him up in their arms.
Hoseok remembers watching his parents every single morning growing up as a child, particularly one warm Sunday when the sky was bluer. They were putting on their uniforms with gentle smiles adorning their faces, a glow in the room as the morning filtered in like sheets of golden silk.

His mom would wink at him every few seconds, and his dad would grip his shoulder tenderly and tell him how manly he looked even at the early age of six. It's his most vivid memory of them. At the back of his mind, Hoseok had buried a box of curiosities for his parents' death. But those were the curiosities that peeled him layer by layer, leaving him vulnerable in a way he never
wanted to reveal.
But as the years progressed, he slowly became accustomed to the ways of the Divenire. He thinks it's ironic, how it was exactly this that created distance in his family and ruined a perfectly normal childhood, and now it was exactly this that he'd signed up for, following in his parents' footsteps
no matter how blurry those footsteps were. The Divenire was his family now.

Hoseok remembers strong hands guiding him into the white doors of the base and a boy with blonde hair and charming dimples at the end of a long hallway, Namjoon,he'introduced.

"Welcome to the gang," he'd said, "Training starts now."
Since then, Hoseok had signed some kind of invisible commitment to the Divenire, and included in this commitment was accepting that his average life as a human was over since the moment he'd stepped foot through those white doors.

He'd learned the pain from bruised knuckles and blistered feet, raw punches to the face when he'd
lost battles in practice. Slowly, slowly, Hoseok grew from awkward limbs and empty eyes to toned muscles and experienced gazes.

He was one of the hardest workers in his squad, and between the squad leaders, one of the best in combat. Hoseok was a fighter, mentally and
physically. He thinks he got it from his dad, but he only ever says stuff like inheriting traits from his parents to sound pleasing and average.

When he hit the peak of puberty and his voice dropped, Hoseok learned the purpose of the Divenire from his squad leader one night after sparring practice, and it wasn't until that moment that he realized how small of a presence his existence held in the world.

"I don't know why I'm here," Hoseok had murmured, sprawled on the mats and sore, "I really don't get it." His squad leader was beside him, gulping down water. His name was Seokjin, a few years older but a few years less bitter.

He'd said, "Hoseok, do you know what the Divenire do?"
He'd said, "No."
"We don't train everyday for nothing, you know. Everything we do here, there's always going to
be a reason. I don't want to call us guardians, but we keep an eye on our city from any... unwanted intruders," Seokjin looks off to one side, "Our government is falling apart, has
been since the war now. Security in the form of machines isn't exactly security. It's like taking human emotions and replacing it with numbers and equations. Anyway my point is, once you do
this long enough, everything will fall into place." Hoseok nods, he doesn't really get it, but he knows he will. Eventually.
"Namjoon told me we're like a gang with good intentions." Seokjin had laughed at that.

"Yeah," he'd said, "Yeah. Something like that."

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