<The artist> | Taehyung × Hoseok |

-Chapter 5-

X_ForGoodMessure
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Hoseok arrived home, his mother looked at him, she could sence that something was off

"Hoseok, darling what is wrong?"

"nothing..."

"Dont lie, there is something wrong. You normally smile when you're home, where did the happiness go?"

Hoseok quickly thought about something that would make his mother believe him for sure

"I saw a dead cat on ground, That downed my mood..."

"Oh, poor thing, it probably froze...Im sorry Hoseok."

"It isn't your fault."

His mother smiled and went back to cooking lunch, Hoseok walked to his Room

He closed the door behind him and dropped himself on his bed staring intensely at the ceiling

"Hoseok clear up your mind..."

Hoseok usually talked to himself, its not something new

"What is happening to you?"

He started rubbing his head in frustration

"Liking men isn't good, is it? Am I weird... No, he is... For touching me, but... But I enjoyed his touch...im scared..."

"Taehyung...What if Poeple find out about what we did and shame us for it?"

"Why would they?"

"Because we're both male! Isn't it weird?!"

"Hoseok-ah, there's nothing weird about love."

These words kept running in his

"... T-Taehyung...He loves me?!"

Hoseok snapped out of it when he heard his door open

"Hoseok, somebody is calling, Mr. Kim is his name, do you know him?"

(telehones were Made in 1876 and this story takes place in 1877

His eyes lit up and he slowly nodded yes getting off of the bed, he walked passed his mother down the stairs, he walked to his dad and grabbed the telephone out of his hand

"Hello, Jung Hoseok here."

"Baby, did you calm yet?"

"Not really..."

"I see, well I forgot to pay, you won't go naked for free would you?"

Hoseok could feel a blush creep on his cheek so he quickly turned around and faced the other way, away from his family

"No... I would not."

"Do I send it to you, or, will you come get it?"

"I don't know..."

"Ok, you can come and get it 6pm, not earlier because I won't be home."

"O-ok, Taehyung... How do you have this number?"

"A paper was laying on Mr. Baek's floor, I picked it and it was all phone number from his work Poeple. I wrote yours down."

"Alright."