Min Yoongi.
That was the name of the 'ghost boy', as Hoseok had now began to call him. Yoongi was a nice, short and simple name, but he still prefered 'ghost boy' over it.
Now that he had talked with these annoying newbies, his opinion on them may had changed a bit.
Annoying they were for sure, but not too irritating. Something about them also made him feel somehow happy.
But for Hoseok, for someone like him who had a past not too great, it sure was hard to trust other people.
Everyone can pretend to be something they're not, and ironicly enough, he was like that too by himself.
Ghost boy, grapehead, shortie, monster bunny, alien, and the flirty guy. The nicknames Hoseok had made up for the boys without even really thinking it.
Actually, now he was kind of mad at himself for letting his guard down so easily. Maybe he had just been so lonely for so long that even the slightest bit of friendly attitude towards him was making him forget that he really shouldn't let anyone, literally anyone, too close to him.
"So... What about we actually go grab some food? I'm still hungry you know" Taehyung asked, stretching his arms just wide enough to wrap his left arm around Hoseok's shoulder.
The poor boy got scared once again, and let out a cute whine.
"You can't be serious!! You really are a scaredy-cat after all" Taehyung laughed, his smile being such an odd yet very attractive box-shape.
Hoseok didn't want to admit it, but he was right. Name one thing he wasn't afraid of, and you'll get a big trophy for that.
But that's just something he couldn't help. Growing up in fear wasn't something he chose by himself, not at all.
Hoseok moved Taehyung's hand away from his shoulder, giving that 'don't you dare to touch me again' -kind of look for him. "Just stop being so creepy and shit."
"All of you" he added while looking at Yoongi.
But all the pale boy did was roll his eyes at Hoseok. And oh, just take a look at that playful smirk on his face.
"So... We going or not?" Namjoon asked.
"I'm starving over here!" Taehyung whined once again.
At this point everyone had fixed their gazes to Hoseok. Sadly, Hoseok only crossed his arms, getting all serious once again. "Thank you, but I'm not coming."
"Whㅡ"
Taehyung tried to ask why in the world Hoseok would turn down free food, (as he is that one asshole that never pays for the food, but still is someone so lovable that you can't resist him) but Hoseok cut him off right away.
"You are probably nice guys, but I just won't come. Sorry."
Something about the way Hoseok said that made it seem like he really had to force those words out of his mouth.
Not only that, but his face had suddenly turned very pale, and now it could be easily compared to the milky skin that Yoongi had.
After a small cough, Hoseok flashed a little smile, and mouthed out the word 'sorry'.
"I... I gotta go. Thanks, there just is something... Yeah, sorry" he mumbled.
It didn't take much more than two seconds for the rest of the guys to be left alone in the windy rooftop. Hoseok had almost ran out of there, leaving them very dumbfounded. The rooftop was now really silent, as no-one really knew what to say.
"What the heck was that all about?" Jin cursed.
"..."
At the same time, Hoseok was running through the hallways, those were pretty quiet now, since the classes had started again. He had not even noticed how long he had talked with the newbies.
Head full of voices, Hoseok ran out of the school, not giving a fuck about his bag that was... Somewhere? He could drop by and find it later.
Now again, why did he just suddenly dash out of there? It had nothing to do with the six boys. It wasn't their fault at all. But yet, Hoseok had ran away from them like...
Like a fool.
There was this kind of old and crappy park near T.A.N. High, and that's where Hoseok was resting.
"Shit!! What the fuck is wrong with me!?" he cursed out loud. "Why did I...!?"
He was holding his head, that had begun to hurt. It wasn't actual headache for sure, it wasn't that bad. But it still hurt, and Hoseok hissed in pain.
Maybe it was just his body's way of telling him that he was actually in need of food. For the past few days he had been living with water and any kinds of cheap, edible things. And once you search for really cheap food, the quality also drops down.
But what could he really do? He had to save money to pay his rent, and at the moment he couldn't find any places he could work in during the day.
Working at night wasn't an option.
Of course, he had thought of selling his phone. But what if he needed to call the cops? Or an ambulance or a firetruck? He had to keep his phone, for his own safety at least.
And if there was one thing that was helping him get through this hell that was his life, it was music. Another great reason to not sell his phone.
"...Maybe"
"Maybe I should apologize and go eat with them after all."
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A/N
hi my cuties 💕
there's something that i want to tell you all quickly, so i would appreciate it if you read this note, even this once.
i want to apologize about how my writing is kind of lacking emotion sometimes. especially with this chapter, i wanted to put so much more into the sentences i write, but i can't.
as you may already know, english isn't my native language, and i still haven't been studying it for "that" long. i often find my own writings very poorly written, and i would love to use many different words to kind of give more character to the stuff i write.
i really am trying my best to give you all the best i can do, and i'll work hard to become a good author in the future !! ♥️
most of the time i actually first write these chapters in finnish, my native language, and then translate it to english, so i may end up writing better than normally. when i write in finnish, i simply love to use different words to replace other words to make the text more interesting.
again, during the translation part, most of these "juicy" parts just disappear, since i can't just find the right words in english. i hope you guys understand though 😔✌️
💕 stay safe
ー hyun
