His Hidden Legacy~ Vhope

A Night to Remember.

Authors pov

The house party was already in full swing by the time Hoseok and Namjoon arrived. The music thumped so loudly that the bass seemed to shake the ground. Hoseok felt entirely out of place among the extravagant décor, loud laughter, and the unmistakable scent of alcohol mingling with expensive cologne.

"Namjoon, I swear, I don’t belong here," Hoseok muttered, clutching his friend’s arm as they walked more inside.

Namjoon sighed dramatically. “Hobi, you’ll never know how to have fun if you keep hiding at home. Just... pretend you’re not socially awkward for one night, okay?”

Before Hoseok could protest, his attention was stolen by the sight of Jin, Namjoon’s boyfriend. The man was perched on a plush leather sofa in the middle of the room, looking every bit like the center of attention. Jin was breathtaking in his tailored outfit, hair perfectly styled, and his smile bright enough to light up the dim room.

“Joonie!” Jin called out, standing up and practically throwing himself into Namjoon’s arms. He immediately kissed him—deeply, unapologetically, and with a flair that made Hoseok cringe.

“Oh my god, do you guys ever stop?” Hoseok grumbled, averting his eyes.

Jin pulled away just long enough to shoot Hoseok a teasing smile. “Jealous much? Don’t worry, Hobi. Maybe you’ll find someone tonight if you stop looking so stiff.”

“Yeah, sure,” Hoseok muttered, looking for an escape route.

As they moved further into the house, Hoseok’s gaze landed on three familiar faces near the bar: Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook. They were in their usual close-knit formation, laughing together as Jungkook poured shots while Jimin leaned against Yoongi, whispering something that made the latter smirk.

Hoseok had seen them around school but never dared approach. His parents were strict about who he could associate with, and despite their reputation for being kind and from wealthy families, he had always kept his distance.

“Namjoon’s friends?” Hoseok asked, nodding toward the trio.

“Yeah,” Namjoon said with a fond smile. “They’re good people. You should talk to them.”

Before Hoseok could reply, a man he didn’t recognize sidled up to him with a drink in hand and a grin that screamed trouble.

“Hey there,” the man said smoothly, leaning closer than Hoseok was comfortable with. “What’s a pretty face like yours doing alone?”

Hoseok blinked, stepping back instinctively. “Uh, I’m not alone.”

The man chuckled, unfazed. “You are now. What do you say we get to know each other better?”

“I say no,” Hoseok replied bluntly, trying to edge away.

But the man was relentless, following him and leaning in again. Before Hoseok could panic, an arm snaked around his waist, pulling him back against a familiar chest.

“Back off,” Namjoon’s voice was low and firm, his grip possessive.

The man sighed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. Didn’t know he was taken.” He slinked away, finally leaving Hoseok in peace.

Hoseok turned to Namjoon, eyes teary. “Thank you, Joonie. Can we go home now? I have a really bad feeling about tonight.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Hobi, you’re not leaving until you’ve at least had one drink. Here.” He grabbed a bottle of whiskey from a nearby table and thrust it into Hoseok’s hands. “Chug it. I dare you.”

“What? No way—”

“Chicken?” Namjoon smirked.

That did it. Hoseok tilted the bottle back, grimacing as the fiery liquid burned its way down his throat. He managed to empty the bottle, slamming it down triumphantly. “There! Happy?”

Namjoon grinned. “Ecstatic.”

What followed was a blur of hilarity as the alcohol took hold of Hoseok. He stumbled around the party, laughing at absolutely nothing, attempting to dance, and even tried to convince a potted plant to tell him its secrets.

At one point, he declared to the room, “I need to pee!” before stumbling off in search of the bathroom. Namjoon tried to follow, but Hoseok waved him off. “I’ll be fine! Back in no time!”

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Hoseok finally found the bathroom after asking for directions three times. He did his business and stepped out of the stall, only to be grabbed and shoved against the counter.

“Wha—” Hoseok’s protest was cut off as the man from earlier appeared, forcing him to sit on the counter and gripping his thighs tightly.

“C’mon, baby,” the man murmured, leaning in to kiss his neck.

Hoseok groaned, head lolling as he muttered, “Stop... don’t... want this...”

But the alcohol dulled his senses, making it hard to resist.

When the man’s hand slid up his thigh, Hoseok screamed, shoving him away with all the strength he could muster. “Leave me the fuck alone!”

The man backed off slightly, holding up his hands. “Relax, baby. You’ll like it.”

Hoseok staggered to his feet, pointing at a random wall. “Get out of here!”

Somehow, his outburst worked. The man cursed under his breath and left, muttering about "crazy drunks."

Hoseok swayed, shaking his head to clear the fog. He tapped his pocket, realizing his phone was missing. “Great,” he whined, stumbling out of the bathroom and pushing past annoyed partygoers.

The fresh air outside felt like a blessing as Hoseok wandered away from the house, the music still pounding in the background. He wasn’t sure where he was going until a loud honk snapped him back to reality.

A car screeched to a halt inches away from him, its headlights blinding.

“Turn off the lights!” Hoseok shouted, shielding his eyes.

The driver stepped out, a tall man with sharp features and an exasperated expression. “Are you insane? What are you doing in the middle of the road?”

Hoseok puffed his cheeks. “You’re... loud.”

The man sighed, watching Hoseok stumble and fall. He approached, kneeling beside him and immediately smelling the alcohol. “First time in Korea, and I run into a drunk idiot.”

Hoseok squinted up at him, a drunken smile spreading across his face. “Hey... you’re handsome.”

The man rolled his eyes and picked Hoseok up bridal style. “You’re coming with me. We’ll figure out where you belong later.”

“Joonie...” Hoseok whined softly.

The man—Taehyung—sighed, opening his car’s back door and placing Hoseok inside. Before closing the door, he paused, muttering to himself, “Doesn’t this look like I’m kidnapping him?”

Shrugging, Taehyung climbed into the driver’s seat and drove off.