I WAS LYING. YOU HAVE NOTHING TO ANTICIPATE IN THIS CHAPTER.
AND ALSO, I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. IT'S MESSY. IT'S ALL OVER THE PLACE AND I'M NOT ENTIRELY PLEASED. AND IT'S POSTED REALLY LATEEE I'M SO SORRY.
AND ANOTHER, I DON'T HAVE INTERNET CONNECTION FOR NEARLY TWO MONTHS SO YEAH.
"Where do you want to go next?" Hoseok asks softly, allowing himself to look at the younger boy walking beside him.
It has been weeks since the last time they did this. And that last time didn't end well. It was the same night when Taehyung discovered his true identity, and apparently not in a good way. The sight of his true form had scared the wits out of the boy and he could still remember clearly the horror that etched on Taehyung's face that night. The images of how the boy had flinched away from him when he took a step forward, how he looks at him in the eyes with so much questions and horror as if everything was surreal, and the pregnant silence, thick and heavy that hung over them. He can't help but wonder if Taehyung is still terrified of him. Because he was to be asked, the memory still sends a pang of sadness in his chest, admit it or not.
He couldn't blame Taehyung for that, though. But he's blaming himself for hiding the truth. He should've listened to his half-vampire friend when he'd told him to just say everything; that Taehyung will understand, that the boy wouldn't think of him of some freak or psycho if he just explains it just right. Because obviously, in this world, it's not normal; his kinds are not common. It's not every day you would see someone transforming into a werewolf in front of your eyes, fighting another wolf and howling in the middle of the night. It's not a human standard, and so he understood it.
That night at the party was his chance to fix everything, clear all misunderstanding and explain what was happening. It was his chance, a chance that will result good if he just used it right. And he did—it did.
That night, he wanted to avoid the younger boy, just like what he's been doing. He had been successful at it for the past weeks, so he thinks another one night wouldn't hurt. Because whether he denied it a hundred times over to himself, the mere idea of confrontation with Taehyung had him scared shitless inside. He already lose a friend, he doesn't want to feel the growing distance of separation all over again if the confrontation didn't end well. And to save himself from it, all he has to do was turn around and walk away from the boy. But of course, that's not what happened; because no, it's not that easy. It always, always hurts him physically when he tries to ignore and fight the boy's scent. It drives him crazy. And it hurts him emotionally seeing Taehyung in the corner of the room, hiding in the darkness, lost in his own thoughts, and not talking to anyone like he's expected him to be, like he's supposed to be—
—and ending with him cracking his own resolve.
Another minute later of watching the boy from the distance, he found himself standing in front of Taehyung, holding the boy's wrist and dragging him out of the room. There was no resistance even though he feels God knows how many times Taehyung tripped over his own feet. There was no protest, not even a single word. He's so thankful for that he didn't even notice how he released a breath of relief at the realization.
When they reached the sidewalk, finally away from the loud music and prying eyes of everyone in the party, he finally turned to face the younger. The sight almost made his heart stutter in his chest, holding his breath as he observed the boy in front of him. It's not what he's expected to see. He's expecting something along the same image of fright and horror from the younger... but it's not. Instead, the boy was looking at him with wide, careful eyes, moist corners shining from the moonlit. Taehyung was looking at him in the way like he could not believe what he's seeing—that Hoseok was finally standing in front of him, again, for real.
