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"I-" you started, "fucking-," you continued, "hate-," you maintained, "MEN!" You basically screamed the last part in unison with the smack of a golf club on the red sedan in front of you. It wasn't the red sedan's fault, it was the owner's fault. He broke your heart, so you had to break what he treasured most -- his car. Yes, you knew, that was irrational and illegal, but what he committed was a sin!
Your last relationship was awful, simply put. Your boyfriend wasn't abusive, thankfully, yet he was the worst boyfriend that anybody could have ever imagined. He didn't give you the time of day, and you, truthfully, had no idea why he wouldn't just break things off with you. You attempted to just rip off the band-aid and do it yourself, but each time that you tried, he'd claim that things would work out and that your relationship would improve. It didn't, yet he persisted... So, you stayed, until the final straw was drawn. You were ninety-nine percent sure that he was cheating on you, but you finally caught him. You were using his phone to spam his camera roll with silly selfies, until you decided to actually look around at what pictures he had... Not a fun sight.
So, there you were, in a parking lot, at around ten o'clock at night, with a golf club, bashing his car in. You never thought you'd be in that situation, but you didn't care at that point. You wanted to scream and to cry, which you did. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you made your boyfriend's car almost unrecognizable.
"Y/n, what the fuck are you doing?" a shocked voice would yell from across the parking lot. Oh shit, now you were in trouble. Since you knew you weren't very fast, you didn't even try to run away from the crime scene. You just let the person come to you as you dropped the not-so-shiny-anymore golf club to the asphalt.
And there he was -- Hoseok.
"Oh my god, for a second, I thought that was my car!" Hoseok admitted while running his fingers through his flawless hair. He was out of breath due to his sprint over to you, but he still maintained his usual aura of slight mystery around you.
You didn't know Hoseok well, but you really wanted to. He was hilarious and charming during the period that you two shared during the school day, and you wanted to be able to talk to him. However, you always ended up making a fool of yourself. He'd always smile at your antics, and he thought that your awkwardness was endearing. If you and your boyfriend weren't together, Hoseok probably would've befriended you a long time ago, but he wanted to maintain a healthy boundary.
"Oh... This car... it... obviously isn't yours," you said through stifled tears. "It... it's a magic car... it has this strange magnetic ability, and it's super powerful... that's why this golf club is just so strongly attracted to it that it made contact with the car... thirty-seven times and counting..." You struck the automobile with the golf club yet again, after realizing that Hoseok didn't care that you were damaging it. Since it wasn't his, it wasn't his problem.
"Okay, how about you give me the club? I'll hold it so that this poor car can get away from the abuse," he joked while outstretching his right hand to you. You sighed and reluctantly handed him your weapon of destruction, and then you plopped down on the side of the car in the grassy area that framed the parking space. It was pathetic that a near-stranger had to see you like that, but you were glad that the person was Hoseok. His presence comforted you, as if he were a sweet lullaby from your early childhood. You desperately wanted for him to simply wrap his arms around you and tell you that everything would work out in the end. Yet, he didn't.
Instead, Hoseok joined you on that small, grassy patch of Earth and sat down. He pushed the golf club a couple of feet away from the two of you and turned his full attention towards you.
"So what event triggered the discovery of this magnetic car?" he asked carefully, drawing circles in the dirt with his shoe.
