A BTS FF. You are the new kid in town and school just got interesting. Right from the first time you walk into your classroom, seven boys interrupt your life turning it for the better and for the worst.
What's going to happen to you this year? What...
"Mark my words. I am going to find you and I will stop at nothing until I do". Both in two different places with two different people but filled hatred all the same.
Hoseok's POV
While I stay home, Aya goes with mom to the hospital. I don't feel safe around anyone. I'm too angry and furious about the whole situation. I calm down a bit, then quickly take out my phone to group message all of my friends.
Group Chat: Armageddon
Hobi's_heartu Guys come to my house ASAP
Taelicious What is it hyung?
Abs-Man What's wrong?
Me_kookie What's so urgent, hyung?
PinkMon Watsup guys? Hoseok r u ok?
PrincessJin What do you need my child?
SwegSuga Ok I'm actually interested. Watsup
Hobi's_heartu It's my mom. I want all of u 2 help me track my father down R u with me?
Taelicious I'll be right over
Abs-Man The Abs-Man at ur service
Me_kookie The maknae to the rescue
SwegSuga I'm going to beat the shit out of him
PrincessJin Yoongi!?! Don't swear! Momma is here For You
PinkMon Let's all make dat sucka pay
PrincessJin Agreed
SwegSuga I'm in
Me_kookie I'm with yuh
Taelicious Agreed
Abs-Man What Kookie said
Hobi's_heartu Thanx everybody
I close my phone. "I hope you have a big enough mouth father. Because I'm going to dish out everything I can". I throw on my black leather jacket and head straight to our hangout. "This is war, you better prepare yourself. Dad". (Plays This is War by Thirty seconds to Mars. Lol couldn't help it)
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Your POV
Blankly, I watch as the medics carry my mother onto those hospital gurdy thingys. Her body being taken away from me. As they leave with her, one man comes up to me. "Are you the caller, miss?
I nod with no expression. "Yes, I am. That's my mom".
"Would you like to accompany her to the hospital?"
I stare at the car for a split second before looking back at him. He flinches a little bit quickly composes himself. "No. It'll makes things worse".
He firmly nods. "As you wish".
They leave but I stand still in the middle of my mother's room. "Of all days, why does he have to show up now? Doesn't he have better things to do with his life? Like sleeping around with other women? Or his job?"
I ruffle my hair, letting out a much needed scream. I run into one of the rooms where we keep useless glass vases and other expensive trinkets. My eyes blur over as I pick up a porcelain doll, smashing it against the wall. One by one, I pick up vases, dolls, and anything easily breakable. Tears drip down my face, until my whole cheeks have no dry spots. I'm too immersed in destroying everything, I didn't realise my hands are covered in cuts as well as some on my arms and face. The blood mixes with my tears and all I see is red.
After destroying one last vase, I calm down falling to my knees. Glass and sharp objects litter the floor, some of the shards digging into my skin but I can care less. "I need to take matters into my own hands," I whisper. I hesitantly open my phone, scrolling through my contact list.
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"I'll just call Hoseok," I decide, wiping away my tears mixed with blood.
"Yellow," the voice greets on the other end.
"Wonho, it's me," I confirm to him. "Here's the low down. Mother in hospital. Father's back. Need revenge. Get the team".
"Copy that," he quickly responds. "We'll be ready when you get here".
I hang up, throwing my phone on the ground. "This calls for immediate action. Just you wait you potato fucker. I'm coming after you".
I run to my room and open my closet, getting my gear ready. The gang uniform, in my perspective. A black beanie, a lose white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, dark blue denim jeans with the knees ripped, short cut combat boots, and lastly, one leather glove with my gang's insignia on my left hand. I'm not combat ready.
In that moment, unknowingly, Hoseok and I, both had the same thought, 'Ready or not, here I come'.
To Be Continued....
I'm Sorry for the short chapter. Love Ya! 뽀뽀!
Thank you!
My Little Potato Butterflies!
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