Sole Mate [ HK. ]

Otto.

"What would you

do if Jeongguk

turns twenty?"

Yoongi asks me

while the two of us

lie on

different beds in

one room.

I face the grey ceiling,

as grey as

how I am

right now.

"I don't know.

Didn't you say fate

decide?"

he falls silent when I

fire back at him.

"I know.

That's why

you shouldn't have

went against it

to begin with."

I turn away

from the ceiling,

and face the

nightstand beside my bed.

"If fate picks,

then world gives

because

it gave me

Jeongguk."

I try to stop

a single tear from falling,

but failed drastically.

"Hoseok.

Listen to me.

That's absurd,

and you,

out of all people,

should know."

"You're the absurd

one here!

I hate you!

I hate

you with all my life.

You are the reason

of my despair and

despondency."

Tears just flow down

my hot cheeks,

my body trembling in

anger

of this man

on the other bed.

"It's not my fault,

Hoseok.

You know it's not mine.

It's very unhealthy

of you to keep putting

the blame on me,

because it's not

my fault that fate

picked me

as your soulmate."