His Hidden Legacy~ Vhope

Cast Away.

Authors pov

Hoseok sat curled up on the couch in the middle of the living room, his arms wrapped tightly around his legs. His chest heaved with silent sobs, his tear-streaked face buried in his knees as his parents hovered above him, their voices sharp and unforgiving. The weight of their words pressed down on him like an unbearable burden.

"Seventeen," his mother hissed, pacing back and forth, her arms folded tightly against her chest. "You’re just seventeen, Hoseok! A child! And yet… you manage to disgrace us like this. Do you even think about the consequences of your actions?"

Hoseok flinched but said nothing, his shoulders trembling.

"You disgust me," his father growled, his voice cold and razor-sharp. "How could you do something so vile? Open your legs for a stranger? Do you have no self-respect?"

"M-Mom… D-Dad… I—" Hoseok stammered, lifting his tearful eyes to look at them, only to shrink back when his father’s glare bore into him.

"Don’t stutter like an idiot!" his father barked. "Explain yourself, Hoseok! How the hell did this happen? Who is this man? Who the hell is he?"

"I-I… I don’t know…" Hoseok’s voice cracked, his words stumbling over themselves. "I didn’t… I wasn’t thinking… I didn’t mean for this to h-happen… I just…"

"You didn’t mean to?" His mother cut him off, her voice rising with incredulity. "How do you not mean to do something like this? How do you not mean to throw away your dignity, your future, your family’s name?"

"I… I d-don’t know," Hoseok whispered, clutching at the fabric of his sweatpants as his tears fell harder.

"And to think," his father spat, shaking his head in disbelief, "our son is gay. Gay. Have you been hiding this from us, Hoseok? Or is this some disgusting phase you’re going through?"

"It’s not… it’s not like that," Hoseok whimpered, his voice barely audible.

"And Namjoon," his mother interjected, her tone laced with venom. "I always knew he was a bad influence on you. Always hanging around with you, filling your head with nonsense. Did he put you up to this? Did he teach you how to shame us like this?"

"No!" Hoseok cried out, shaking his head vehemently. "Namjoon… he d-didn’t… he doesn’t know anything. This wasn’t his fault. I swear!"

His father’s eyes narrowed as he took a step closer. "Then whose fault is it, Hoseok? Yours? Or the stranger’s? Do you even know this man?"

"I… I don’t know…" Hoseok admitted, his voice trembling. "I think… I think he’s older… I don’t r-remember…"

"Older?!" his mother shrieked, her hands flying to her mouth. "Oh my God. What if this man is some predator, Hoseok? What if he… raped you?"

"Stop!" Hoseok yelled, his voice breaking as he buried his face in his hands. "Please… just stop!"

"Stop?" his father echoed, his voice growing colder. "You want us to stop? After everything you’ve done? You’re nothing but a selfish, careless child, Hoseok. You’ve ruined yourself, and you’ve ruined us."

"Ruined us!" his mother repeated, her face flushed with anger. "Do you know what people will say about us now? Do you even care?"

At that moment, something inside Hoseok snapped. He lifted his head, his face streaked with tears but his eyes blazing with anger. "I’ve ruined you?" he shouted, his voice cracking. "You’ve ruined me! You’ve spent my whole life trying to control me, suffocating me with your expectations. You’re the ones who don’t care. You’ve never cared about me!"

"How dare you—" his mother started, but Hoseok cut her off.

"No!" he yelled, standing up and glaring at both of them. "You’re not parents! You’re dictators, and I’m done living under your rule!"

The slap came faster than he could anticipate. His father’s hand connected with his cheek, the sharp sting silencing him as his head snapped to the side. Hoseok stumbled back, his hand flying to his face as the room fell into a tense silence.

"You’re no longer my son," his father said, his voice cold and final. "I’m disowning you. Get out of this house. Tonight. You don’t belong here anymore."

Hoseok froze, his heart shattering into pieces as the weight of his father’s words settled over him. For a moment, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Then, he straightened, his voice trembling as he forced the words out.

"Fine," he said, his tone filled with defiance. "This house has always been toxic anyway. Maybe… maybe I’ll finally be free." But as he turned away, his chest tightened with fear. Where am I going to go?

His mother’s voice followed him as he walked toward the stairs. "You’re just a child, Hoseok. You don’t even know who this man is, do you? He could have taken advantage of you, hurt you. And you… you don’t even remember?"

Hoseok stopped, his shoulders slumping as the tears fell again. "I don’t know…" he whispered. "I don’t remember… I just… I’m sorry…"

But there was no forgiveness in their eyes, no warmth in their voices. As Hoseok stepped into his room, the weight of their rejection pressed down on him. He was alone now, and he didn’t know where to go.

Deep down, he knew he wasn’t free. He was lost.