Hoseok didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, Yoongi was gone. He started to panic, and shot up in bed, all exhaustion forgotton. Looking around frantically for his hyung, any of the members, he found he was alone.
Alone?
"It's alright. It's just me, I'm not important...who would stay in this tiny room, just to keep me company?"
It wasn't alright though. He desperately wanted his friends, someone, anyone, to be with him. He wanted someone to hold him, tell him he was worth it, let him cry out his soul and listen to him.
But who would do that?
He was just...Hoseok.
He was weak.
He was fragile.
He was tired.
He was fat.
He was everything nobody wanted and more.
He was just...him.
Who would ever care about him?
He sure wouldn't.
YOU ARE READING
My friend Ana
Short Story"I met a girl who's name is Ana; I've heard she ruins lives."
