Voices in the Crease | A Yoonseok Story

Chapter Nine

Hoseok picked up his phone and stared at the screen. His parents' number was staring back at him and he felt himself sweating for no reason and his heart began to hammer. He brought his finger close to the call button, knowing that this was the only number he could ever use to reach them, imagining what would happen if they did finally pick up and he began to question whether or not he should call them in the first place. He hastily made his decision and clicked the call button and shakily brought the phone to his ears.

The slow hum of the ringing was the only sound in the room. The room was dark other than the little moonlight than managed to push through the thin curtains. Hoseok held his breath the entire time the phone rang. Eventually, the ringing stopped and he heard a voice on the other line. He almost jumped out of his skin, ready to sob and cry and repeat the words "I'm sorry" over and over again until his parents finally forgive him for leaving and he would never have to live so long on his own as if he never had a family in the first place. His heart hammered quickly as he listened to what the voice was saying.

"The number you're trying to dial doesn't exist, please-"

Hoseok shut off his phone and threw it across the room in blind anger. He heard it crash against the wall, not caring about whether or not it was intact. He just stumbled backwards and fell to the floor, his body unable to contain his agitation. He blamed himself over and over in his mind, cursing every single thing that lead to this. He wished he was a good enough son; He wished he wasn't stupid enough to let go of his parents; he wished that for once in his life he could see his own parents proud of him- or at least- he wished that he could see his parents.

His chest brunt and his eyes stung and everything felt like a blur. He impulsively hugged his knees and began to sob uncontrollably, every single feeling about his family that he buried over the years flowed out at once and he found himself gripping at his hair just begging for someone to bring him out of the hell he created for himself.