𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑀; bts os

jhs : virtuous

 summary: in which he needs her to trust him, it'll be worth it.

genre: mystery, angst, fluff ?

word count: + 980 

continuation of the evil series.

"why did you have to leave?!"

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life was difficult. it was difficult getting up and working through my studies without cutely written messages on sticky notes wherever i went, without the knowledge of hoseok being here in the back of my head. i knew, it was utterly silly, i had seen him only twice in my entire life, but yet his image, his radiant smile was plastered in my head, his voice hollowed in between my ears, and he began haunting me in my dreams at night, too. 

"are you still not over that stranger at the café? told you so, you should have been getting his num—hey, are you even listening to me?!", my friend went on as we were —once again— sitting in the quiescence of the library, me snuggled on one of the grand, velvety sofas standing around here, a sketchbook placed on my thighs, concentrated and focused on sketching—the six-tailed fox i had seen at the front of my door earlier. after handing in my assignment about kitsune —and receiving a straight a for it, too—, i had become quite addicted to japanese legends, especially to those telling of the kitsune.

there were several stories, pictures and legends about those multiple tailed foxes, some evil, some the incarnation of purity and the goods of the world. right now, i was trying to get the pieces of my mind together and recreate the picture of this kitsune —at least i believed it was one, because six-tailed foxes usually don't exist in korea, i even looked that up— and my friend wasn't being much of a big help with her blabbering and loud, bubbly personality.

"i know, i would also rather spend my free time planning weekend trips with you, but see, this is something really interesting and i want to ask my japanese teacher about it." "and once again, (y/n), i am sure you just.. like, fantasized or so. as you said yourself, these kind of foxes don't exist in real life, and mystical creatures are just that: mystical, a nice story for children and adults."

"but, (f/n), i really saw him, in the broad and shining light of the lamp hanging above my door, and you know how blinding that shit is, and he definitely had more than one tail.", i replied calmly, not even bothering to look up from my sketch, the pencil slowly scraping over the rough surface of the paper sheet.

"i still have the feeling you're interpreting too much into it, but hey, if it makes you happy..", the other gave in with an audible sigh, her legs swinging back and forth from where she was sitting at. a soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips, as i close the sketchbook and placed it aside. maybe (f/n) was right and i was overthinking it all, maybe the fox really only had one tail, and maybe—maybe i was just going crazy, that was all.

"okay, what about another weekend trip? maybe to busan, what about that?"

—

all the time did i manage to not think of hoseok and the tailed fox, but it came all crashing back on me when said man stood in front of my door, clad in simple clothes and with soft locks dyed in a pinkish color, a wide smile on his lips.

"w-what are you doing here?!", i choked out, staring at the taller in disbelief. how in god's name did he get here, what was he doing here, what was going on? i hand't seen him for such a long time, and it was quite unbelievable that he now stood in front of me, so close, so real. "i.. came here to tell you about myself, because i missed you, because you were the one who helped me. i can go back home and come back here frequently."

"but.. what do you mean, with 'home'? isn't south korea your home? don't you live here?", i questioned, voice laced with utter confusion and slight desperation—desperation to find out the truth about this mysterious man standing on front of me, gazing down to my smaller frame, a soft smile evident on his lips.

"i am, in fact, not human, (y/n). you have noticed the fox sitting in front of your door, right? the one with six tails in total?" "y-yes..?" "this was me. i am a kitsune, and yes, these are real and not just a legend sprung from ancient japanese storytellers. i can transform into a fox and back to human—i didn't want to tell you, as you.. i mean, humans are often mistrusting with what they don't know, what they don't seem to understand.", hoseok confessed.

"but then i saw you, you were so open-minded, and the kindness was literally radiating off you. when i saw you immersed in your studies about kitsune, always believing what you said and read yourself, and that sketch you drew earlier—i just knew i could trust you, and that you wouldn't judge me too much.", he continued, eyes sparkling in what i deemed to be hope. 

"please. trust me."

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edited; 2017/12/02.

okay, this is way too short, but i just didn't know how to continue this, my motivation has completely faded.

i am sorry to disappoint my readers like this, i wish i could show you a better and more hard-working side of mine.

"i was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together."
— lisa kleypas; blue-eyed devil