(Dohyun's past is pretty long...I'm warning you this now.)
"Where should I start?" Dohyun questions himself in a big sigh, just thinking about what he should say it.
"You can start anywhere you feel comfortable with starting...can you also...mention when you met Jungkook as well?" I ask, looking at him with pleading eyes.
He looked at me questioningly but didn't bother asking why. "Why do you even care so much about my past and how I was like anyway?" Dohyun asks, he sounded a bit annoyed that I wanted to know so much about him.
"What...I can't be curious?"
"No...I'm just confused why you want to know so much about me when I'm an asshole to you." Dohyun asks, looking at me confused.
I paused for a second, thinking about what I was going to say before answering. "Because you're mean to me...it makes me want to know more about you."
"You're...really weird, you know that right?" Dohyun asks me and I nodded meaning I knew. Who isn't a little weird? No one's completely normal in this fake world.
Dohyun ended up giving in and started to explain his past to me. "If you want to know so bad and if you keep on persisting me to tell you, I will. I guess since I'm revealing everything to you I should tell you my name isn't really Dohyun...my real name is Namjoon."
"Namjoon...why'd you change your name to Dohyun then?" I question, looking at him confused.
"I didn't want people knowing who I use to be. Like I told you I'm originally from Daegu. I lived with my mom and dad for the longest time...up until I was fourteen or fifteen."
"Fourteen or fifteen...then this wasn't that long ago?!" I exclaim, looking at Dohyun surprised.
"Only three years ago, it's a decently long time" he adds in.
"Well then...what happened?"
"I'm trying to get to that part. You're interrupting me."
"Sorry..." I quietly say, looking down and waiting for him to explain more to me.
"My family...wasn't the richest. If I had to honestly say, we were basically living in poverty. My mom couldn't find a job because she had Alzheimer's. She was slowly loosing her memory and no one would give her a job even when she tried searching for one."
"I guess it was kind of sad that my mom had Alzheimer's. Every single day I could tell she was forgetting me little by little. Sometimes I would come back home from school and she would scream like I was some sort of monster because she didn't recognise me and thought I was some sort of robber."
"What about your father...where was he through out all of this?" I ask, looking at Dohyun with a frown on my face.
"My dad worked hard labour for some factory which paid him only a couple cents an hour. It wasn't the best job and he would always complain that his back ached in pain. He always had to carry heavy boxes or huge bags of rice or food on his back, bringing them to trucks and putting them inside. He worked from five in the morning to eleven at night."
"I didn't see my dad much because he was always working, the couple of dollars he did bring home was never enough to put food on the table or to pay the bills in the house. On top of all that we couldn't get my mother any medication either."
"When I was in grade eight I remember being so mad at my father. I never thought he was doing enough to support the family. I would blame him for everything wrong in our household when I knew for a fact it wasn't his fault...I just wanted someone to blame."
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Imperfection (Vhope fan fiction 18+)
FanfictionHoseok's self confidence is at rock bottom because of getting rejected, tormented and teased all his life. Hoseok felt that everything he touched broke, he thought he himself was broken. He hated himself and he hated the world. Nothing he ever did...