Hoseok brushed his hair and looked at his reflection in the mirror. There he didn't saw the beautiful red - haired man with sweet smile and soft brown eyes like a chocolate. Instead of that, he saw someone different, he saw weak, useless, sad boy with a blank look and eyes devoid of the typical glow. He felt sick, tired of everything, on the border between despair and depression, on the edge.
Yes, his life became better. He had met Jeongguk, he fell in love with him. He had Jimin and Yoongi on his side, he felt genuinely happy. Still, he felt the dull pain in his stomach rising upward, slowly wrapping his long fingers around Hoseok's throat, causing him to suffocate. He felt the emptiness in his heart, the hole that grew every passing second. Like a snowman, slowly melting under the strong sun rays, as if the death was slowly destroying him.
He hated the feeling, he hated his weak heart, his crying soul, his poor dying and melting soul.
Hoseok shook his head, shrugging away from the disgusting thoughts, and smiled. He had to be strong. He had to show Taehyung how strong he was, he had to show him that he could be happy without him. He put the phone into his pocket and smiled again, heading for the door to his apartment.
False smiles, cold hugs, fake words, thousands of faces, millions of masks.
Wattpad really made him one fake bitch.
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Kısa Hikaye[COMPLETED] ➵ i want you to fucking hit me with that drama ▫wattpad au -taehyung/ hoseok © G0LDSE0K
