Woo hoo, I'm on a roll
This chapter takes place about 2 years BEFORE junghope's first meeting. If you don't ship/dislike VHope, you can go ahead and skip this chapter!
P.S, this chapter is NOT a sunny chapter - please keep your tears in oml
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It was kinda sad. And by kinda, he meant really. Hoseok never felt appreciated around Taehyung, and in reality, he wasn't. His boyfriend neglected him constantly, ditching Hoseok for other friends or events. Hoseok didn't mind, however, because he was in love with the Taehyung that cared for him. The one who bought him roses, gently kissed him, and left cheesy notes around the flat.
Hoseok didn't realize it, but that side of Taehyung never really existed.
It was always tears.
Lots, and lots of tears.
Not the tears that were shed when he felt upset - but tears that made him feel like shit. The kind that would turn his own soul against him.It was the tears that you get because of something, but you feel bad for crying. It was all because of the fear he felt around Taehyung.
That fear of being forgotten.
He was always the person who would smile, even if he felt like a human form of death. Which was a lot of the time.
That was, until he would find himself at home. Then, he could really hear the bad thoughts swarming his head, and he could really just cry.
If Taehyung somehow found him in the midst of a sob session, he would simply ruffle the older's hair and say it would be okay. No 'I love you,' no 'I'm here.' Just an 'it's alright,' and a pat on the back.
The man really had no clue.
And it was the Sunday right after summer ended that Hoseok decided that he should leave the planet. He had it all planned in his head. He would use the Ambien he had leftover in the cabinet to end it all - to end the taunting that came from all sides.
When Taehyung barged in, though, he knew he should really be dead.
"Really? You think killing yourself would help? I think burning your body would be better, then nobody would have to see that useless face of yours anymore," Taehyung had sneered.
"Taehyung-"
"Save it. End your life now, so I can finally be free from the torture of looking at you. Go ahead. I'll turn away, if it makes you more comfortable."
That was the first time Taehyung had ever spoken to him like that, but it felt like the billionth.
It was also the first time Hoseok had ever dared to talk back to Taehyung.
"I don't know who you think you are, Kim Taehyung, but if I ever see that face of yours again I swear to god you will end up in the same position as I," Hoseok threatened.
He just couldn't find it in himself to truly end it, though. He wasn't gonna let Tae win. So instead, he chucked the small bottle of pills at what he thought was his lover, and left the room with a frown planted on his face.
He knew he couldn't fall in love anymore.
Nobody would ever really love him back.
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I tried to make it really sad but I'm bad at writing depressing anything so I'm sorry
But this chapter kinda hints at the next, so I guess that helps
