comfort ⇒ hoseok

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There were murmurs around every table.

Each individual face I had scanned seemed to be occupied with unspeakable thoughts. With fists tucked away into my black jacket, I headed towards the dark-haired male sitting all alone in the corner.

He did not reply to me, nor did he react to my touch. Nevertheless, I stayed beside him quietly. Everyone seemed to avoid us though I wasn't surprised - Hoseok in his usual state was bright and positive, but this event (which I honestly did not know much about) managed to leave a grim look coating his face.

I suggested that I'd keep him company, and he didn't object. However the whole ride to his home was silent. At one point, I tried to crack one of my usual jokes that he'd laugh at, but his frown did not falter.

At last, we were at his but he went straight to bed. I decided to stay for a while, making sure he was comfortable and safe. A look of pain and terror struck his face as he jolted upwards in bed, uncontrollable sobs escaping his throat. I too felt tears begin to trickle down my cheeks at Hoseok's broken state. He clutched at his chest, pulled at his hair and violently rubbed at his eyes as he continuously mumbled a name.

Whoever she was, he must have loved her dearly.

I tried to ignore that fact as well as my own broken heart, and leaned in for a hug. I felt him relax a bit, but not quite. No words were spoken.

Hoseok fell asleep again after a while. I took one last look at his resting form, a peaceful expression now present. Thoughts began to circle my head as I left his house.

Would he ever love me the way he loved her?