(A Short Story)
(COMPLETED) Only those worthy enough to hear their call will be affected. Unfortunately, he heard them.
#1 Eery 5/26/23
#88/1000 Abyss 5/26/23
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As I reached the end of the hall their words became more clear,
"Where is she?! I know she's fucking here!"
"Calm down..." Namjoon said plainly.
"Give me my girl, now! I know she's here!" Hoseok shouted, lifting a table and tossing it toward them.
But they hadn't budged, in fact, none of them moved, even their faces stayed stoic. Meanwhile I was jumping with every new crash.
"She's fine... just breathe." Said a new man. His hair was was short, curly and brown. He stood taller above the rest of them.
"No use in destroying the lobby." The other man I'd noticed before I blacked out. Yoongi I think he was called.
But Hoseok was raging, his skin giving a faint glow of red as his eyes bulged, "I'm here." I shouted, coming to stand beside him, "I'm here, Hobi..."
He smiled softly, pulling into his arms, "Ahh...My love I'm so sorry...I don't know why I did any of that...You'll come home right? Come home with me..."
"He won't change..." Jimin says
"My fiancé here," he nodded to the man beside him, the one with short, brown hair, "He's a lawyer, he can keep you safe."
"I don't have anyone but him...he's my family...So I'll stick beside him because not that." I said, taking his hand as he walked us through the sliding doors.
Our ride home was odd. Hoseok didn't act like he'd done what he had. He was all smiles, cracking jokes, even stopped at my favorite cafe.
But it didn't stay, the next night he took advantage of me...and the night after that and continuously for three more months.
I sat at the end of the bed, my long hair now a buzz cut due to falling out because of stress.
I'd received permanent scars on my lip and on my brow. Not to mention the emotional scars that lingered. Hoseok had been gone all day, something that wasn't unusual. He'd forbid me from going to school anymore so all I did was sit in our room and count the amount of times that the sun rose and sat.
"Willow!"
My body tensed as I heard him enter our home, "Get up!" He roared as he drunkenly fell into the bedroom, "We're going on a trip." He shouted as he yanked me from the ground.
"Hoseok, you're drunk-You shouldn't drive!"
"Oh? You're telling me what I should do now?" He hissed, his fingers digging so deeply into my bicep that rot was becoming numb.
"No...I just...Hobi don't you want to rest? Don't you want me to take care of you?" I feigned sweetness.
He breathed, staring deeply into my eyes. "Yeah..." he softly said, "Yeah...Hobi is tired....Hobi is really tired."
