His Hidden Legacy~ Vhope

Hungover and Terrified.

Authors pov

The early morning sunlight filtered through the motel room blinds, casting soft streaks of golden light across the small, cramped space. The warm glow illuminated the two figures lying tangled on the bed.

Hoseok stirred first, his face scrunching up as the sharp throbbing in his skull made itself known. He groaned softly, turning instinctively toward the comforting warmth beside him, nuzzling into it like a cat seeking comfort.

But something felt... off. The warmth wasn’t just a blanket or a pillow. It was solid. And... muscular?

His eyes shot open, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light, and his heart dropped when his gaze landed on a broad, bare back inches from his face.

“Oh, what the fuck?” Hoseok whispered harshly, his voice hoarse. He yanked his arm back as if burned and tried to peel his leg away from the man’s side without disturbing him.

But the universe, as always, was not on Hoseok’s side. The sudden movement caused a sharp, searing pain to radiate from somewhere unmentionable, and he winced, biting back a whimper.

His hand instinctively went to his head as the hangover made itself known in full force. “Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered, cradling his head as the pieces started to fall into place. Or at least, he thought they were. The details of the previous night were hazy at best, nonexistent at worst.

Hoseok’s gaze flicked back to the man, whose face was mercifully turned away. All he could see was the guy’s messy black hair and...

“Oh my God.” Hoseok’s jaw dropped as his eyes zeroed in on the long, angry red marks trailing down the man’s back. The unmistakable pattern of nail scratches.

“That’s... that’s from me, isn’t it?” he whispered, scandalized. His mouth opened and closed like a goldfish.

Panic surged through him. “No, no, no, no. We didn’t. We couldn’t have,” he hissed to himself. But the dull ache in his body—especially that part of his body—told a very different story.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Hoseok groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “I got railed into next week by a stranger and I don’t even remember it?!” His voice cracked on the last word, and he clapped a hand over his mouth, shooting a frantic look at the man, who thankfully didn’t stir.

He had to get out of here. Now.

Biting his lip to stifle another whimper of pain, Hoseok slid off the bed as quietly as possible. Every step felt like a betrayal, his legs trembling and his body protesting with every movement. He caught sight of his clothes strewn across the room and hobbled over, muttering a steady stream of curses under his breath.

“Just one night, Hoseok,” he grumbled to himself, tugging on his pants. “One night, and your ass is destroyed. By a stranger. A hot stranger, probably, but still!”

As he bent down to grab his shirt, a fresh wave of pain hit him, and he hissed through his teeth. “Oh my God, I’m never walking again.”

Once dressed, he limped to the door, his bare feet slapping against the cold floor. He paused, glancing back at the man still sprawled on the bed, and his cheeks flushed at the sight of the broad shoulders and toned back.

“Nope. Not doing this,” Hoseok muttered, shaking his head. He slipped out of the room, closing the door as gently as possible before bolting—or at least attempting to. His limp made him look like a newborn deer learning to walk, and he hissed with every step.

When he reached the reception desk, the older woman behind the counter looked up from her magazine. Her gaze swept over him—his disheveled hair, wrinkled clothes, and the undeniable limp—and a knowing smile spread across her face.

“Can I please use your phone?” Hoseok spoke, wanting to call Namjoon.

“You’re lucky,” she said with a wink.

Hoseok stared at her, dumbfounded. “Gurl, what?”

She shrugged, sliding the phone across the counter. “Nothing. Just saying.”

Muttering something unintelligible, Hoseok snatched up the phone and dialed Namjoon’s number. It rang twice before a familiar voice answered.

“Hello?”

“BABE, I GOT LAID!” Hoseok screamed into the phone, his voice echoing through the quiet reception area.

"...."

Then, “OH MY GOD!” Namjoon’s voice came through so loud Hoseok had to pull the phone away from his ear.

The receptionist snorted behind the counter, and Hoseok groaned, slumping against the counter. This was going to be a long day.