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Lost

Life only revolves around two choices.  Keep or let go.  Steal or be stolen, and Possess or lose.  -JHS
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The smell of death wafted through every corner of the room with a minimal glow.  The broken cries could only be heard faintly in the silence, echoing in the narrow and uninhabited room.

There was no one there, they were even reluctant to stop in the death room, except for him and Jungkook.

"Kook-ah, how could they-"

Hoseok choked.  His voice completely disappeared, replaced by a pain that began to be felt throughout the cavity in his chest.  It was as if something hard stuck in his throat.  He was silent, unable to finish his sentence.

"Taehyung hyung who closed everything. I-I'm sorry hyung, I can't do anything,"
Hoseok laughed, his puffy eyes getting more and more clear liquid flowing down his cheeks which were starting to look thin.  His chest felt hot and tight from laughing so hard.

In the next second, Hoseok just stared at the photo displayed in front of him, the distinctive white flowers decorated around the photo.  The photo shows the innocent smile of someone who doesn't even know the fact that his father doesn't care about his death at all.

"My Taeho left without saying goodbye to me-" Jungkook was silent, he could only hear every incoherent babble that escaped Hoseok's pale lips.

he even just walked away -" a small chuckle could be heard between his words, causing Jungkook to clench his fists tighter until his knuckles turned white.

and now there is no one to escort him away."

"Hyung..."

"Kook-ah how can-" Hoseok glared, his reddened eyes glared at Jungkook sharply.  The liquid kept framing faithfully, flowing down the side of his face, "-how can he call himself a father, kook-ah, how can that be!"

Hoseok's screams sounded desperate, echoing through the room, uncontrollably.  And Jungkook can only hug Hoseok who is now crying again and roaring calling the name of his son, Taeho.

Hoseok was silent, staring at the figure of a man who was now fast asleep on his bed, as usual his face looked calm and peaceful.

His little legs now look covered with wounds from the friction of hisbare skin against the cold asphalt, even his body, which was still wrapped in funeral clothes, was shivering against the cold winter air.

Hoseok slowly moved his feet, stepping forward making the distance between them getting smaller.  His little hands were tightly clenched, holding a small knife that for some time had been tightly gripped in his hand

Hoseok smiled sarcastically.  As they got closer, he could smell a very familiar smell, a thick smell filling his senses.  The smell of love.

Hoseok was fed up.  He felt tired of continuing to cry and silently accept everything.  Isn't this the right time to let it all go?

Hoseok lifted his legs, crawled up onto the bed, his trembling hands already swinging in front of his chest, ready to plunge the knife in his hand through the body that was still asleep in front of him.

"Emmm," the figure moved, he turned his body to face Hoseok who was holding a knife in front of his chest.

Hoseok was silent.

Those eyes, that nose, even that whole face wanted it for Taeho.

Hoseok can't.  He lost.

And in the end, he just spent the night crying and wailing in Jungkook's arms.

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I've held on to it and it's time for me to let go.  You once stole everything from me now it's time for me to steal from you, and I once had until I tasted loss.

-Last note, JHS
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Missing part

Hoseok smirked, his slender fingers gripping a syringe with the medicinal liquid that had now moved into the body of the man in front of him.

"If you want to forget us, then forget it. But I will always remind you again, again and again, because I love you Kim Taehyung,"