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The Fight -Jung Hoseok

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felling backwards, hobi coughed blood as he tried to calm down his breath.

"stay the fuck down, don't mess with the wrong people"

The two guys walked off, getting on their bikes, leaving hobi there as he panted, full of bruises and marks as he struggled to get up.

He got mingled with the biker boys, he worked at the auto parts shop.

Not a very well paying job, but the shift was long, he had no other choice as he was financially unstable, after he parted ways from his parents, hobi bought a rent for 6 months. The place contained, one room and a bathroom, and thats all.

And that's where he lived.

No friends, no partner, just a loner trying to make life work but all he could do at the moment was work at the auto parts shop, and get a very low amount of cash, which he uses for food.

Groaning, hobi sat up as he finally let his emotions loose, after bottling them up for a very long time, he broke down, realizing how miserable his life is, he laid back down and covered his eyes in his arm as he stayed there and continued to breakdown.

He felt a gentle on his arm, he ignored it first but then there was another tap, he moved his arm away as his eyes met the person in front of him, stood there was a girl wearing slight loose clothes, he recognized her, she was the girl working at the club not too far away from the auto parts shop.

She didn't say anything as she sat down beside him and he sat up, despite all the pain he felt in his torso from the Fight earlier.

He looked at her and she was just looking down at her hands, her eyes met his for a long moment before she spoke.

"don't ever feel like you're alone.. You may think that you're alone.. But you're not.. I see your pain, I understand your pain, I see behind your face, I've been observing you since the day you came here.. I noticed everything, I see everything.."

His heartrate quickened as he looked at her, stunned after what he had just heard, her hand searched for his messed up ones, full of bruises, cuts and dryness, her pretty hand in his felt like a lotus in a dirty pond full of flaws.

"don't give up"

She mumbled quietly.

"I will always be here.. I feel alone too but I've found my happiness in making others feel happy.. My happiness is in the fact people sometimes reach out to me.. I hope you do that too.. I'll always be here"

"I might be a stranger to you but to me it feels like I've known you for a long long time.. And I hope we can finally start speaking to each other and support each other because this is time where we both need support.."

Her voice was so melodic, it was almost addictive, he didn't hesitate as he pulled her in his arms, and she returned the gesture by rubbing soft circles on his back.

"I'm here don't worry"

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