Cursed Vows(BTS X Hobi)

Bound by Blood, Broken by Trust.

Authors pov

Hoseok stomped into the cramped living room, his fists clenched and his jaw tight with anger as he stood infront of the TV his parents were watching. His parents were lounging on the couch, watching television as if they hadn’t just shattered his trust—again.

“Where is it?” Hoseok’s voice was sharp, filled with barely restrained fury. “Where’s my money? The cash I’ve been saving for months, gone! You two took it, didn’t you?”

His mother looked over, unimpressed, not even bothering to mute the TV. “Don’t raise your voice at us. What do you need it for, anyway? It’s not like you’re going to school or doing anything that important.”

Hoseok’s hands trembled. “That money is mine! I worked every single day, I skipped meals to save it up! I’ve been putting in extra shifts, for what? Just so you two can take it?”

“Watch your tone,” his father growled, leaning forward with a look of irritation. “We’re your parents. Everything you have is ours. Don’t forget who gave you a roof over your head.”

“Are you serious?” Hoseok scoffed bitterly. “You act like you’re doing me a favor. You’ve done nothing but take! I dropped out of school because of you! I’ve been working since I was fifteen, and you two just keep taking and taking. When is it going to be enough?”

His mother rolled her eyes, unbothered. “You’re being dramatic. A son is supposed to support his parents. We raised you, didn’t we?”

“You barely raised me!” Hoseok’s voice cracked with frustration, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m just your personal bank account at this point, aren’t I? I’ve sacrificed everything, and you still don’t care!”

A tense silence fell over the room as his father slowly stood up, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Hoseok,” he warned, “you don’t want to provoke me. Do you understand?”

But Hoseok was too angry to back down. “Or what? You’ll steal even more from me? What else could you possibly take—”

Without warning, his father raised his hand, his expression darkening. Hoseok’s breath caught as he instinctively flinched, squeezing his eyes shut, bracing himself for the hit.

But the blow never came.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, his vision blurring with unshed tears as he looked up at his father’s hand, hovering menacingly above him. His father hissed, his voice a low, seething warning. “I told you not to push me. Get out of my sight, Hoseok. Go to your room.”

Hoseok bit his lip, holding back the flood of emotions threatening to spill over. He gave his parents one last glance, then turned and walked away, his footsteps heavy with disappointment and resentment.

Once inside his small, cluttered room, he collapsed onto his bed, face-first into his pillow as his shoulders began to shake. The tears came freely now, quiet and bitter. This was nothing new; he had grown used to this routine. They’d taken his money again, without shame or hesitation. They never denied it—they even felt entitled to it, calling it “their right as parents.”

He was so tired. Exhausted from giving everything, only to be left empty-handed time and time again. Maybe hiding his money in his underwear would keep it safe, because no matter where he hid it, they always found it.

At twenty years old, Hoseok felt trapped. He’d been forced to quit school at fifteen, his dreams cut short, his future murky and uncertain. He wanted to escape this life, to leave his parents’ house and start over. But he didn’t have the money to make that dream a reality. And despite everything—despite the theft, the neglect, the abuse—some part of him still loved them, still hoped they would change.

As he lay there, face buried in his pillow, he whispered to the empty room, his voice muffled, “I just want things to get better… someday.”

He closed his eyes, clinging to that small, fragile hope as he drifted into a restless sleep.