Perfection|| BTS fanfic

Chapter 8|| Forgotten

The people who know hoseok would all describe him as a cheerful person. Someone who likes to make his surroundings laugh their head of.

The boy likes to call himself "hope" and he says his main phrase at least once a day.

"I'm your hope!!!"

And most people appreciate the wrecking ball of sunshine, even if he can be really annoying. Because nobody can be mad at the 24/7 laughing boy.

But sometimes people underestimate what a humans mind can come up with, cause even the happiest person can have a dark side of mind.

In hoseoks case, it's the nights.

More likely his dreams.

At day running around laughing, making stupid jokes and messing with others, mostly his bandmates.

At night his mind shows its true dark colour, troubling the poor boy with nightmares. Making him wake up in the middle of the night, leaving him lying there, covered in a thick layer of sweat. Panting. Scared. And worst of all:

Not sure if it's over yet.

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Hoseoks POV

I find myself knocking on the door of manager hyungs office, waiting for an answer.

After a minute of no reply I knock again, this time a lot louder. It's like I'm trying to break the white painted wooden door with my bare fists.

No. Reply.

I grab the metallic doorhandle hesitantly and open the door barely enough to peek through the gap.

The floor is covered in an unusually clean gray carpet, in the perfect middle of the room was a black worktable, which was completely empty except for the weirdly shaped computer screen and fitting keyboard.

I look in every corner of the room and have to notice that everything was empty. It was blank, except for the few pieces of simple furniture.

Maybe the others know where manager hyung is...

I closed the door neatly before walking through the deserted hallway, which was so empty I could hear every single one of my slow steps.

The way to the practice room seemed to take forever, as if I was being pulled back again and again, but as I finally opened the door...

There was nothing. And i don't mean that the room was empty , I mean there was nothing. No room. No wall. Just a black hole, which seemed to suck me in. Like the void...

WHAT IS THIS?! I... OH GOD PLEASE HELP!

My thoughts were going crazy and as my instincts told me I slammed the door shut immediatly and ran for my life.[quick note: hoseok doesn't know he's dreaming]

"GUYS?! PLEASE! WHERE ARE YOU?!" I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow, panic obviously present in my words as I just kept running, my steps still feeling weirdly slow.

I started opening random doors, hoping to find anyone, just to be greeted by the same mysterious dark hole.

After I opened every single door I passed and still haven't seen anything new, I broke down. I was at my limit, this running was exhausting and I was really tired of doing this.

I was lying on the cold hallway floor, waiting for a miracle, as I closed my eyes and let the warm tears of panic stream down to the floor.

Suddenly I was harshly pulled away from my position, I screamed in pain and anxiety. Opening my eyes abruptly to see something like a black fluid wrapping around my arm and pulling me towards one of the opened doors with the black hole behind it.

I tried to fight it, hitting this...thing! but before I knew it my sight went pitch black and the tight grip on my arm disappeared.

After I blinked a few times, the darkness abruptly faded and I could see properly again. In front of me a neighbourhood which I know way too well. The place I grew up in, where my parents and childhood friends still live --Gwang-Ju.

"Hoseok?" Finally someone! The voice called out for me, it was unknown, yet so familiar.

"What are you doing here?!" The voice suddenly became more aggressive, making me jump slightly.

"I don't know..." I replied honestly in a very quiet tone, looking around for the owner of that unknown voice.

There stood he. A small kid, dressed in black and white clothing. He looked so familiar, but I couldn't identify him.

"I can't believe you. Have you really forgotten me?" He must have read my confused expression. he seemed incredibly mad, even though he was just a child, maybe 10 years old, he could make me feel really bad with his expression.

"The fame really changed you hobi." These sudden words made my heart ache, i had sworn to myself to always stay myself and not let anything change me. I guess i broke my promise...

"I'm sorry..." I apologized, but the small boy already disappeared into the darkness that surrounded the small neighbourhood.

I walked through my hometown for a while and every single person i passed gave me disgusted looks, what did i do wrong? What happened?

I found myself in front of my parents house, door wide open, welcoming me.

I only took a few steps into the house and already was greeted by my family sitting on one table with food neatly placed on plates on top, except for one empty seat. My seat. The plate placed in front of that one empty chair was filled with some kind of black slime.

"W-hat?..." Their heads turned towards me and they gave me the same looks I already got from anybody else, before they got up and left the dining room.

Just one person stayed. Standing directly next to my chair.

"Eomma?" I ran towards the mid aged woman and wrapped my slender arms around her body, tears streaming down like waterfalls, heart hurting so bad and mind completely confused.

"Hoseok..." She pushed me away from her, staring me dead in the eyes and making me stay still in my position.

"Eomma...not you too..." I mumbled, eye sight becoming blurry from all the tears.

She was standing there, still staring blankly at me, expression showing no emotion.

"Hoseok, what happened to you?!" She raised her voice, face showing nothing but pain and anger. It was hurting me so bad to see her like that... And It was Because of me...

"Eomma...i...I don't know."

"Hoseok...have you forgotten us?" She looked so sad...i couldn't stand straight anymore, i fell to the floor, sobbing.

And she left.

I woke up. Tears falling. Skin covered with sweat. Heart racing.

It was time for another long shower at 3 am. Like every night. And then pretend nothing happened...sounds like a plan...

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Heyyy
It hurted me so bad to do this to my small ball of sunshine T.T
I'm sorryyyy~

As you can see, I really enjoy writing nightmare scenarios :3

And It took me so long to find a problem fitting to hoseoks personality, I even asked some friends for help. And I am still not sure what to think of this...

Hope y'all have a great day~
~Lil