His Hidden Legacy~ Vhope

The Perfect Son.

Authors pov

Hoseok sat on the edge of his perfectly made bed, staring at his reflection in the tall mirror across the room. The neatly combed hair, spotless skin, and clean-cut appearance screamed perfection. He was every bit the obedient son his parents demanded. Top grades, flawless manners, and friends they approved of—Hoseok was the golden boy of the Jung household.

Yet, perfection weighed heavily on his seventeen-year-old shoulders.

Every day felt like a carefully rehearsed performance. His mother expected nothing less than excellence in academics, social etiquette, and everything else under the sun. Hoseok wasn’t just her son; he was her pride, her achievement, her flawless creation. But inside, Hoseok longed to break free. He wanted to party, make wild friends, and explore the messy, unpredictable side of life he only saw on TV. He wanted to breathe.

Now, here he was, sitting in his grand bedroom, the whole house silent except for the sound of his best friend Namjoon rummaging through his closet.

“Namjoon,” Hoseok groaned, glaring at the boy who had snuck in at three in the morning like he owned the place. Namjoon had a key, of course. Hoseok’s parents trusted him, being the son of their wealthy best friends. What they didn’t know was that Namjoon was a menace—a flamboyant, sarcastic menace with a boyfriend no one but Hoseok knew about.

“Babe, where is that black leather jacket? The one that makes you look less like a virgin.” Namjoon’s voice carried a sassy edge as he threw one of Hoseok’s sweaters onto the floor.

“First of all, stop calling me babe,” Hoseok whined, standing up to retrieve the sweater. “Second, put my clothes back where you found them! And third, why the hell are you here?”

Namjoon spun around dramatically, holding up a sequined shirt Hoseok didn’t even remember owning. “I’m here to save you from your boring, stuck-up life. We’re going to a party.”

“No, we’re not,” Hoseok snapped, crossing his arms. “I’m not going to a party, Namjoon. My parents would kill me. Do you have any idea what they’d say if they found out?!”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, flopping onto the bed like he owned it. “Your parents aren’t gonna find out, babe. Relax.”

“Don’t call me babe,” Hoseok muttered, pulling the sequined shirt out of Namjoon’s hands.

“Fine, honey,” Namjoon said with a grin, sitting up and tugging on Hoseok’s wrist. “Listen, this is your first party. You can’t say no! Just one night, a little fun, and who knows? Maybe you’ll finally get laid.”

Hoseok’s cheeks turned red as he yanked his hand away. “Namjoon! I’m serious. What if something bad happens? I’ve seen documentaries about people getting their drinks spiked, and—”

“Oh, my God.” Namjoon buried his face in his hands, groaning dramatically. “You’re literally the most paranoid person I’ve ever met. Babe, you’re going with me. No one’s gonna spike your drink. And even if they did, I’d fight them for you. Like, physically throw hands.”

Hoseok scoffed. “You? Fight someone? Please.”

“Don’t test me, Jung Hoseok.” Namjoon leaned forward, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. “I will claw someone’s eyes out for you. Now, go change into something slutty and let’s go.”

“I’m not going,” Hoseok muttered, sitting back on the bed.

Namjoon smirked, leaning back and crossing his arms. “We’ll see about that.”

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The next thing Hoseok knew, he was standing in the middle of a crowded house, music blasting so loud he could feel it in his chest. Namjoon was beside him, grinning from ear to ear like the devil himself.

“I thought I told you I wasn’t going!” Hoseok yelled over the noise. “What the hell am I doing here?”

Namjoon shrugged, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Magic,” he said simply, grabbing Hoseok’s arm and dragging him toward a wilder part of the house.

Before Hoseok could protest, Namjoon waved to a group of people across the room. “Hey, guys! Over here!”

Hoseok groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is the worst,” he muttered under his breath as Namjoon’s newfound crowd approached.

Namjoon didn’t even look at him. “You’re welcome, babe.”

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