Swings and Stars (BoyxBoy: BTS Fanfiction) [Completed]

What Happened to Us?

"I was just in a bad place, I... It... It's a long story."

"I'm willing to listen." Taehyung pressed. Hoseok sighed, moving over to the bench in the far corner of the park. Taehyung took a seat beside him, watching Hoseok twiddle with a stray string of grass from the ground.

"My parents, they..." Hoseok stuttered. "...they-umm..."

"Hoseok?" Taehyung asked gently. Hoseok threw the grass onto the floor, leaning back against the wood.

His parents? Taehyung never saw Hoseok's parents much a child. He never went over Hoseok's house, not even once. The only time he'd ever seen them was when both his and Hoseok's family met up, talk and chat. But from what Taehyung can remember, they didn't look like his parents. They wore business suits and carried briefcases, always checking their watches. They always seemed as if they were in a rush, picking up Hoseok when they needed to, and then continuing their lives.

On the few rare occasions that Taehyung and Hoseok went out to play together, they would see both his dad and Hoseok's dad chatting together. Taehyung's dad smiled, staring at his son proudly as he took ahold of Hoseok's hand, dragging him over to the sand pit. Hoseok's dad grimaced, stomping forward and ripping Hoseok away from Taehyung.

The memory was blurred, but Taehyung remembers something along the lines of Taehyung's dad and Hoseok's dad talking to each other in hushed tones, Hoseok's eyes washed over sadly staring back at Taehyung in the sand pit-... But now that Taehyung is thinking about it... It didn't seem so much like talking as he remembered as a child. Taehyung's dad looked... confused, bewildered. Hoseok's dads eyebrows were furrowed angrily as his tone raised to the other. Taehyung's dad remained composed, his tone calm but Hoseok's dad left the park, dragging Hoseok along with him to the car.

"Hobi," Taehyung spoke quietly back into reality, finally breaking the silence, his eyes beginning to fill with tears he tried to fight back. "Why did you have to beat me up?" He choked out. "Why couldn't we have just been friends? That's all I wanted. All I wanted was you to be my friend..." Taehyung's sentence faded toward the end, his voice breaking. Hoseok sighed, facing Taehyung.

"I was just a stupid kid, okay? I-I didn't know what I was doing..." He snapped.

"But what made you change like that? One day it was fine, the next..." Taehyung sighed. "We were so close." Taehyung stressed, sighing softly. "I missed you so much." He uttered, voice much quieter. "...so much." He repeated, his head falling to the ground. Hoseok stared up slowly, his eyes resting on Taehyung.

Hoseok gulped, that one silence growing on them once more.

"My parents, they..." Hoseok paused, taking a deep breath. "They didn't like me being with you. They didn't like how we would hold hands, and laugh and hug." He sighed. "They thought I was gay."

Taehyung looked up at Hoseok through his fringe. Hoseok broke the eye-contact.

"I didn't even understand any shit like that at that age, so I didn't know what the fuck was happening. But after I hit my eleventh birthday, we left for Seoul. I wasn't ready. I didn't know what was happening and I couldn't even say goodbye to any of my friends, including you." He looked down, his eyebrow furrowing. "They kept me in the house, and as I got older, I'd be put on dates; arranged dates with girls that my parents had picked out for me."

Taehyung's eyebrows narrowed.

"But if you weren't gay, then, what the fuck is their problem?" Taehyung asked, confused by his parents' logic.

Hoseok laughed. Taehyung raised his eyebrows, completely lost as to the reason behind the humorous outburst.

"Growing up, I hadn't experienced much romantically. The dates were shit, and I wasn't interested in any of the girls that they'd put up to go on dates with me. So one day in school, me and my friend were just messing around in the changing rooms for P.E..." Hoseok looked down sheepishly. "...and well, everyone else had left and we were both in the showers and we ended up making out. But then the teacher saw, and told my parents." Hoseok's eyes stared at the ground, a frown falling in his face. "After that, I wasn't allowed out at all for a couple of months. My parents must have struggled finding another school for me or some crap, because we ended up coming back.

"But, coming back to that school... It messed me up completely. I lost my shit at the world. It was just this feeling of being put in this box; having to act a certain way, having to feel a certain way..." Hoseok uttered, pained as he let his words fade out. "So, when I finally left home, and came here to university, I was so happy to be free from that box and finally did stuff I've wanted to for years." He smiled. "I've been meeting new people and talking to them. And for the first time in forever, I can talk to a fucking boy without feeling like shit, when I shouldn't anyway."

"I see..." Taehyung muttered. "I can't imagine my parents being like that..." He commented, his eyebrow furrowed. "They have always been supportive of me, even when I came out." Taehyung breathed out into the air, watching as the cold air took away the condensation in the wind, swooping the swing to life, letting it sway in the breeze.

Hoseok gasped feeling a splash of water hit his skin. Taehyung looked over confused before feeling a splash of cold hit his head. The two stared up at the sky to see a dark cloud looming over the two. Within seconds, it began to pour down, drenching the two.