Unique Love

11-The Original Relationship

Cold.
That is the only thing on Hoseoks mind as he roams the Seoul in his night flannel, shaking from the high of his newest drug attempt, huffing. At the young age of fourteen, his mom died of cancer and his father blamed him because he was the only child and her cancer was discovered the day after his birth, so the constant physical abuse from his father, led him on the path of substance abuse. Now that he is seventeen, he tends to go out on late night walks, contemplating his mistakes and deciding he will do better before repeating the mistake with a new drug the next day.

Namjoon is eighteen. Finished with college, and starting his own music business. While in search for some closed talent, he walks the city streets of Seoul at midnight, hoping to find some random person with talent singing for fun because they think it will never put them through. He has a soft heart for someone so smart and rich, so when he sees a skinny, shaking boy, passed out on the side of the road, he can't help but to pick him up and take him to his large house and clean him up.

When Hoseok wakes up, he feels warm and soft, so when his eyes open, he almost screams at the sight of a large bed under his body and soft blue walls. "Man, how much spray paint do you inhale? You've been out all night, it is 5p.m. and my name is Namjoon." The tall man says, walking in the room shirtless with a tray of food. "Why am I here and how do you know I was huffing?" Hoseok says, trying to play tough, even though he was pretty sure Namjoon had changed his clothes, which was correct. "You were passed out on the side of the road and you smelt like spray paint, so when I was dressing your wounds, I noticed you have dancers legs. Do you dance?" Namjoon questions, getting straight to the point, trying to ignore the sttraction he feels for the male who's eyes are wide as saucers at how easily this random, seemingly rich, man was able to read him. "I mean, as a hobby.... I haven't danced in a few years." Hoseok mumbles and Namjoon twitches. "Pronunciate and speak louder, or I will punish you." Namjoon growls, sitting on the edge of the bed with a stern expression. The younger stares in shock before slowly nodding, making Namjoon sigh. "Words, please." He says and Hoseok quickly complies, "Yes, sir."
"Good, now you are going to live with me and stop doing drugs. When you are no longer suffering from withdrawal, you will start working for me as a dancer. Probably head of the dancing unit, but that will be your job, after a year of working for me, you can decide whether or not you want to leave, now eat and don't say you're allergic, I looked at your medical records." When Hoseok makes no effort to move, Namjoon sighs and picks up a forkful of eggs and holds it infront of Hoseoks mouth until the males mouth slowy opens, accepting the food and chewing slowly. "Did you make this?" He asks as another bite is placed in his mouth. "No, I would have burned the house down." Namjoon chuckles out, continuing to feed him, unkownst of what would come of it.

After a year of Hoseok being physically sick from withdrawal, he was able to start dancing for Namjoons company and after two months of having the job, At some point in the time span of him being saved and getting better, Namjoon asked him on a date, and now they continue to date, but both wonder the same question, 'Is he okay with Poly?'