Slave To The Rhythm

Chapter 9

Jimin wraps an arm around his mother protectively and takes her to his room. He sits her down on his recliner as he pulls out his hair dryer. He switches it on and starts to dry her hair, ruffling them gently. He has done this so many times, he was as good at it as your neighboring hair dresser!
He tries to soothe his mom with idle chatter about college and things till he felt she had forgotten about the fiasco downstairs. When he was done, he puts away the dryer but his mom immediately takes his hand and pulls him closer.
"Sweetheart, I didn't understand one thing. Why did you say it's not right for you to stay here?"
Jimin was a bit panicked. The reason he said it, he couldn't reveal. That wouldn't please his mom.
"Mom, I think you should be able to enjoy your new life here without having to worry about me as well. You've sacrificed enough for me."
His mom gets up, sightly angry and smacks his head walking to the door.
"Don't you dare to say such a thing again Jimin. You are the most precious part of my life and I've sacrificed nothing. I've only gained a son I'm extremely proud of." She walked out wishing him good night.
He looks at the time, there were still 15 mins to go for the time he proposed. He decides to go out and wait, the cool air will clear his head a bit. He goes out and sits on the bench waiting. He shivered a little, the night was cooler than he anticipated.

Looking at his watch, Hoseok noticed that it was almost time to go meet Jimin. My, how fast the time had flown. "Guess I was too deep in thought." Hoseok told himself, debating whether he should get up and go, or not. What could that boy possibly have to say? That he wanted Hoseok to butt out of his life? If that was the case, he wouldn't be so surprised. The real question was, was he going to be able to stay away from him? Sighing loudly, Hoseok stood up, walking to his lawn. The cold air was stronger than he expected. Sucking in a breath, he headed to the bench, where he noticed the full figure sitting. "You wanted me out here, now you have me. What's the problem?" he asked, putting on a poker face, but really slightly nervous as to what it could be.

Jimin was sitting lost in his thoughts. His head snaps up at the sudden voice. He sits up properly, chewing at his cheek, wondering how to begin. Hoseok did not seem to be in a good mood. But he had to get this done. He looks up at him and gets up from the bench. He needed to be strong, confident. He walks a bit closer to him.
"Mr Jung, there were some things I wanted to... Clarify. The first one being that I have no wish to have you support me so please don't feel any obligation to do so. My mom and I are different. She is the one you are related to, but us, we're as good as strangers so why do it?"
He takes in a deep breath as he continues.
"And I need you to help me with what I said earlier. I'm serious about moving out. Not immediately, but in a couple of months at max. Please help me convince mom. I'm sure you would like that too, since I'll only be a hindrance to you two here. I'm sure you understand what I mean, my mom will always be conscious of me being around."
He sighs as he looks at him, waiting for his response.

Hoseok laughed humorlessly. "Do you think I'm stupid?" he snapped, closing the space between the two, and standing extremely close to the boy. "You're doing this to get away from me. I intimidate you, and you know it. You're afraid. Afraid of what I might do to you. Afraid that you might end up liking it." he breathed down the boys neck, slightly angered at his motives. "Fuck. I shouldn't have touched you that day at the dinner table. But you know what? Too bad. It's too sweet. You're too sweet. Your very scent attracts me." he spat in frustration. "Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you? Of course you don't. Do you know how many times I've fucked and kissed your mother, all while thinking of you, imagining it was you? No. You don't. You don't know any of this because you close yourself off to me." His fists clenched. "So if you think that I'm going to help you leave this place, how mistaken you are. I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you here." His eyes burned into Jimin, not faltering one bit.

Jimin backs up a few steps from Hoseok, shocked at his words. He had speculated that he took an interest in him but how deep rooted it was, he now came to know. He wraps his arms around himself, as Hoseok still stared at him in his eyes and a shiver runs through his body. A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold weather. He gulps and looks away as he takes a deep breath. It was not a time to break down. He can't break down. He looks back at him.
"It's nothing of the sort. I never openly opposed you just because of my mother. I have no such interest in you. It would be better if you could forget about it too, for all of ours' sake, your own the most."
"And as far as moving is concerned, it has nothing to do with you. I had decided beforehand, that this house is never going to be my home, whoever my step father may be, because I don't have any place for another father and I don't live in a stranger's house as my own. Same goes for any kind of support towards me, so don't take it personally.
I am not intimidated by you, I don't retaliate only because I don't want to hurt mother. Don't misunderstand my actions."
He finishes in as strong a voice as he could muster.