~Dance with me in the moonlight~ || Jung Hoseok [Mafia ff]

Chapter twenty

Hoseok

I watch the small whirlpools dance in the waters at my command. This has been my secret place since I was a kid. Close to the house, close to the river in the forest, but no one knows it. Not even my teammates. It's been hours I'm here, the night, calm as it is, accompanies me. I have come to realize that I just have to think about what I want and force the power out. If I want to make whirlpools, I think about making whirlpools. If I want to make fire, I think about making fire. If I want to burst the whole mountains around my house and turn everything to dust, well, I just have to think about that.

This is too much. My mom. Dad. Anselm, who's real name is Jinhyuk and -surprise surprise- is my uncle who I used to bark at and bite him. Taejun, who's my dear little cousin I had forgotten about. The elders who have been hiding everything from me and... Hyungsoo. My little brother, the existence of who I have been ignoring up until now.

And then.... I sense her before I hear her. Great, I think that's another power I have. "I shouldn't have shown you this place."

She signs. "This is the exact reason you showed me, Hoseok." She stands behind me, as I sit on the grass. "Well, I can leave, I guess."

I hold her hand, eyes still looking at the water in front. "Stay. Speak." I squeeze it. "Please." She takes a sit next to me and my eyes find her face. She looks tired, exhausted.

"I met Eric when I was seventeen. A few weeks before we met on the ship for the first time. As the new head of the organization, he was trying to make a new open to the world. Yoojin was, as you can imagine, so annoyed by his commander. They had been raised with a strict way to follow the rules their fathers had, but Eric wasn't like that. He couldn't cope with that. He was a little rebel, just too scared to do anything, when he had no one who could understand his point of view. And-"

"He met you." I cut her.

She gives me a small smile. "Yeah..."

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April 2018

"You are crazy!" I manage to say as I try to catch my breath from all this running.

"You are welcome, dear!" He answers in a much better shape than me. Now that I take the time to observe him, he looks trained, his muscles show through the white shirt he wears, his jacket hanging on his left shoulder.

"That wasn't a compliment." I roll my eyes. "You are a lunatic."

"That makes two of us, kid." He winks at me.

"I'm not a lunatic."

"Is that so?" His hands cross in front of him. "Yeah, because that's what you certainly don't call a little wobbly girl who were just standing at mere inches from gun's point, right?"

"Well," I play with my fingers nervous. "What should I had do when the old lady was having a panic attack?" Then it hits me. "Oh my God, I was about to get killed, didn't I? Oh my God." My breath hitches.

He laughs. "Relax. You are safe now, kid."

"My name is Ria." I say now, annoyed. "And I'm seventeen!"

He raises an eyebrow. "Your point?"

I shake my head, because it's not wise to kick his balls. "How did you do that back then?"

"Magic!"

"Tsk. Shouldn't have bothered. My bad. Have a nice day, crazy old man."

He jerks back, shocked. "Old man?" Of course, that's what bothered him. "I'm thirty."