atelophobia | kth + jhs

09

Hoseok stammered out of Taehyungs house, gripping the edge of the railings while shakily walking down the steps.

His breathing quickened whilst his chest rose up and down deeply, throwing his head back in despair he gave himself a moment to calm down.

It didn't feel right. Hoseok glanced at Taehyungs house before adverting his eyes somwhere else, as he felt familiar eyes bore into his body and watch his every move. Hoseok had left Taehyung without saying anything else. What was wrong with him? why did Taehyung want him to stay with him?

Hoseok shook his head before slowly but surely making his way to the comforts of his own house.

It was silent. Hoseok loved it. Sitting down on his bed, starig blankly at his plain bedroom wall he let out a tired laugh, not believing the situation he was in.

Tomorrow will be a better day, said two boys, reassuring themselves that every night before succumbing into darkness.

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Hoseok opened his eyes, sitting up straight only to be hit with a headache. Groaning in pain he wiped his seemingly wet cheeks, not realising he had been crying in his sleep.

Biting his lip slightly he stared at the clock on the wall.

9:01am.

His eyes widened, he was late. Hoseok scrambled up, nearly falling over in the process attempting to grab any suitable item of clothing he could wear for the day.

Brushing his teeth, his eyes scanned over the unfamiliar sight he saw before him.

It was like he couldn't even recognise himself anymore. This wasn't Hoseok. The old Hoseok wasn't an unsociable freak. The old Hoseok was bubbly and loud. But that was old, and in the past. The Hoseok now wouldn't laugh if anyone told a joke, yet keep a straight unamused face.

The hoseok now, had lost his passion to dance, whilst slowing losing his passion to live.

Wrenching his eyes away from the slightly cracked mirror, realising he had wasted more time he grabbed any pair of shoes before reaching for his phone on the kitchen table.

Stepping out into the cold air, Hoseok cringed at how quickly the temperature could change in a matter of days.

Glancing to his right, he stared at his neighbours house, wandering what Taehyung was doing at this very moment.

Taehyung. the boy who was so mysterious to Hoseok, the boy whos voice would be imprinted in Hoseoks mind for days, the boys whos face he'd see everywhere.

His face. God was he beautiful.

Hoseoks eyes widened, slapping his cheeks slightly bringing him out of his trance. Shaking his head he carried on walking down the path, not looking back until he was sure the two houses weren't in view.