Cursed Vows(BTS X Hobi)

Hollow Vows.

Authors pov

Hoseok descended the stairs of his new home, each step a painful reminder of last night's ordeal. Calling them his husbands felt like a cruel joke; they didn't treat him like a partner or a spouse but more like an inconvenience-an obligation. Last night, instead of tender intimacy, he'd endured each of them taking their turns, one after the other, insisting that it was their "duty" to get him pregnant, to secure an heir. His legs ached, his body protested with every step, and the exhaustion was evident in the dark circles under his eyes.

As he reached the lower floor, he heard the clinking of cutlery from the dining room, signaling the brothers were already awake and eating breakfast. Hoseok hesitated. He didn't want to face them, but hunger won out, and he headed toward the kitchen, passing by the dining room with a visible limp. His cheeks reddened as he felt their eyes following his every step.

Jimin noticed his struggle, and a teasing smirk played on his lips as he licked his fork. "Why are you limping, Hoseok?" he asked, the mockery clear in his tone.

Hoseok scowled, his voice laced with bitterness. "Why don't you fuck off, Jimin?"

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "That's not what you were saying last night, though."

Hoseok's face flared with embarrassment as he ignored their taunts, making his way to the stove. He felt the weight of their gaze as he served himself from the pot, placing food onto his plate with tense movements. Once his tray was prepared, he turned and started to head out of the kitchen, hoping to escape their relentless stares.

As he passed the dining room, Yoongi's voice broke through the silence. "Where do you think you're going?"

Hoseok stopped, looking over his shoulder. "Upstairs. I'll eat there."

Jin merely nodded, barely acknowledging him before returning to his meal. Hoseok's jaw tightened, the indifference stinging more than he'd expected. He looked down, biting his lip to hold back the sharp pang of hurt before he turned and continued on his way.

"By the way," Namjoon called out as Hoseok neared the stairs, his tone dripping with a mocking kind of authority, "tomorrow's the big day-the day we finally get control of Father's company and empire. We're having a party at the company headquarters, and as our 'husband,' you're expected to be there." He didn't miss the sarcastic lilt in Namjoon's voice when he said "husband."

Hoseok bit his tongue, gripping the tray so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Jungkook chimed in, his tone dismissive. "Lots of people will be there-friends, business partners, business rivals, everyone important. So make sure to look presentable."

Hoseok didn't bother responding. He turned on his heel, walking away from them without a word, the weight of their words pressing down on him as he made his way back upstairs, feeling more isolated and unwanted than ever.