eight // hoseok

oseok had never met a girl like Jae Hwa. There was something different about her, and the fact that he could not point out what it was drove him crazy. She was much rougher than he originally had thought. Maybe she did not need his help all these times after all. He pictured her all bloody and beaten up in the alley behind his house. Hoseok shook his head.

He still could not believe the fact that she had lured him right into the trap. If he just had kept his defence up, and her eyes hadn't been so mesmerizing, and he just hadn't been such a fool.

Hoseok frowned as he saw Jae Hwa sit by their lunch table alongside with Seokjin. They had been getting quite close lately. He could not help wonder where they had met. Jae Hwa did not look the type of girl to get involved with Seokjin.

The weirdest thing was that they actually seemed to get along quite well. Hoseok sighed as he pulled out the chair from under the table and slid down into the seat, feeling his aching muscles relax completely.

Hoseok stopped meeting up with the others at lunch. It wasn't like anyone noticed his presence anyways, and if they did, it was because of Jae Hwa's comments. It was almost like she had saved them up in this box and threw them at him like darts whenever she felt like it. It kind of scared him.

Hoseok had been spending his breaks in the library. Who would have thought. It wasn't like he was reading any books or doing anything useful though. He had found a spot at the very back of the library where he could lie on one of the couches and just think. He had been feeling the need to do that a lot lately.

The events from last night were still flashing through his head. He couldn't get his mind off the harsh words his own father had spat after him as he walked out of the doors of their big empty villa.

"You have to make a choice, my son. I will no longer be patient with you throwing away your life," the chairman warned.

Hoseok was not throwing away his life. His definition of wasting his life was doing as his father had told him. He just could not stand the thought of being bound to a large company with a crazy amount of responsibility when he actually wanted to be out there doing something totally different.

He knew as soon as he turned twenty five his father would expect him to be ready to inherit his future. A future he didn't choose himself, but his parents had planned out long before he was born. It was pure stupidity.

Hoseok spent hours inside of the library. He knew as soon as he stepped out of the peaceful sone, new problems would appear. He liked to believe they couldn't reach him when he was curled up in the couch at the very back of the room, which no one had ever acknowledged before him.