Classmates // Vhope

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Before Hoseok could open his mouth and talk, Taehyung hugged him tightly in hopes of calming him up. The duo stayed in that position for half an hour as Hoseok sobbed on Taehyung's chest while clutching his shirt. As time passed, the black haired boy calmed down and slowly drifted to sleep. He felt like he lost all his energy in his body. Taehyung did not move and just kept quiet the entire time. The mixed sounds of water droplets hitting the sink from the tap and Hoseok's soft snores, the autumn breeze and the faint smell of bleach made Taehyung smile a little. He never done this before for anyone not even his friends or family members yet it did not even take him a minute to hold Hoseok in his arms. The blonde boy wondered how long Hoseok felt this way? How did he keep all of these feelings inside of tiny fragile body?

Some moments passed and Hoseok woke up from his deep but short slumber. He could smell Taehyung's cologne, as he opened his eyes he saw Taehyung's lips forming a tiny comforting smile as if to let him know everything will be okay. Hoseok sighed as he sat up. He was being an asshole to someone who genuinely cared about him. "I am sorry for the way I acted these past few days and thank you for calming me down" Hoseok could finally breathe normally and talk. Taehyung laughed "It's okay I don't mind if you are rude to me". 

Hoseok did not know what he meant by that but he continued "I started dancing when I was little. My father was extremely abusive and he did not like me or my mother have a moment of happiness. I wanted to join a dance academy but he was strictly against it. He never worked a day in his life and my mother had to bear all the expenses. My mother used to save up money from working double shifts so that I can join the academy. I loved dancing so much and my mother was my biggest cheerleader. I was blinded by my own selfishness, I didn't see her struggling.." Hoseok's voice cracked as he talked about his past he wanted to run away from. "One day she did not come home, it was getting really late and I was so worried. I went to look for her and found my parents arguing on the streets because of me. My father found out about my admission. He was pulling her hair while screaming at her for hiding such a thing. My mother's eyes shifted towards me. I do not remember the expression on her face or maybe I do not want to remember. She pulled away from him and ran towards me without looking at the road. A truck hit her. I saw everything but I could not move an inch from where I was standing. The memories of that night haunt me everyday as I keep thinking about the expression on her face. Did she resent me? Did she regret her decision? I moved in with my grandparents after that but I could not move my feet anymore. I can not hear the beats. I keep thinking about that night and maybe if I did not ask for something so selfish then I would be able to go to my home and have my mom's cooking everyday"