THAWING FIRE • VHOPE

C11 - A new addition

C11 - A new addition

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Hoseok

"Hey, Hoseok, look at these babies!"

I stop staring at the boring walls, place a palm on the linoleum floor for support, and cock my head, whipping it to the right where Jin is happily showing off his back with his fluttering – I squint my eyes – now pink wings.

What kind of fuckery is this? How did his original white ones turn all girly in color?

Some students, Peculiars like us, who are with us in the arena turn their heads at him and marvel at his newly colored wings.

I just give him a thumbs up and a forced smile – I'm being a supportive buddy here.

"Yeah, real cool," I nonchalantly say and hear Namjoon, who's standing beside Jin, tut afterwards. What's this dude's problem? I send a confused look his way. "What?"

"Weren't you supposed to ask who did this?" he hopefully asks, walking closer to Jin and roam his hands on the pinkish feathers that look way too much like cherry blossoms if you were to touch them one by one. Wait. That's really gay.

As the supportive buddy I am, I ask, "Who?"

Namjoon's naturally chapped lips widen into a smile, his deep, pretty dimples in full view, chin jutted forward as he plants a finger onto the white fabric on his chest.

"Me," says he, grinning from ear to ear.

Shrugging, I say, "Cool."

Although it's not really that cool.

I then go back to staring at the grayish white walls, thighs pressed onto my chest as I put my arms around my legs.

I sense a swift whiff of air beside me and Namjoon's already on his ass, pulling my arms to make me face him.

Man, this dude's just so fast like lightning. Well, that's just who he is. This guy can run miles for seconds.

"But," he insists, his whining voice making me cringe, "I went to the lab with Jin and experimented his wings, and look at him now! All regal like a king!"

He points Jin who only flutters his damn pink wings at us, seeming to be even proud about them.

I pull my abused arms from Namjoon's tight hold and glare at him.

"What's so 'regal' about having girly pink wings?  That's not kingly... or even queenly at all. He looks like a fucking fairy princess, man," I tell him, matter-of-factly.

"But I stole that paint from my dad's office, turning his security alarm of and all that. He scolded me but I didn't care. And, hey, that was so badass of me, right?"

He wiggles his eyebrows up and down as he tries to get a hold of my limbs again, but I let him face my palm instead. Could his eyes grow any bigger?

"Talk to the fireball," I say, smirking.

His reaction is so priceless, mouth opened wide, hands in the air.

He gulps. "N-no."

I nod. "Good."

He sighs and I look at him apologetically.

"Look, Joonie. You can't just want to become a Hostile – like me and Jungkook – like you said you want to. It's not that easy. Hell, I didn't want this in the first place," I say, gesturing to my choker that shows everyone what I fucking am in this school – and that's a fucking Hostile. I scrunch my nose as I remember the day they caught me and put me to the Hostile Control Unit for blowing up Library 1 on fire back on my Freshman year.