Judgment

I'm Jung Hoseok

"I hold you, I hold you closer then I ever knew I could do"

A/n: This is a very triggering and dramatic book. So, stay with me. Btw chapters 1-5 are kinda fast chapter. Okay bye! P.S. lots of P.O.V.

My name is Jung Hoseok. I'm 14. People think I'm depressed but I'm tired. Tired of living, of waking up. My life is kinda fucked up. I have social anxiety. When I feel like someone is judging me or talking about me, I have to take meds. My dad 'loves oh so much'. Did you get the sarcasm?

(Hoseok's P.O.V.),
"Hoseok! Wanna hang?" Jin asks.
"I can't" I say.
"But... you never can" They all pout.
"If he can't, he can't but, yeah why can you never?" Namjoon asks curiously.
"Um... stuff, things" I say walking out of the school exit.
The truth is I would be killed if I went anywhere after school besides home. I have to walk a different way do to construction, that mean being home late. I walk in my house instantly being greeted by my father.
"Boy why were you late!?" My dad asks mad.
"C-Constuction" I say with a stutter.
My dad walks up to me, swinging his fist. I feel a pain in my stomach.
"Fu-" I stop, my dad would kill me if I cussed. He hates it.
"I haven't of any construction"
"I-It's forth street"
"Liar!"
He punches me, kicks me, and beats me. After he finishes I run up stairs. I grab the blade from my pencil sharpener out of my bag and making three horizontal cuts on both wrists. I lay on my bed thinking. Thinking of what life would be like if I had a different one, what my friends do if they woke up with me gone. I go down stairs, dashing through the door to safety. I walk down the street hearing running behind me.
"Hoseok!" Jin yells.
They all run to me, hugging me. One of them squeezing my wrist.
"O-ow" I say. They look at me, most of them confused but Namjoon and Yoongi have a serious face.
"Hobi?" Yoongi asks.
"What did you do?" Namjoon asks with a stern voice.
"N-nothing"
"Sleeves" Namjoon grabs my arm.
"I'm fine" I say, desperately trying to pull my wrists out of his grip.
"The thing everyone says when they're not." I think to myself.
"Joonie I'm scared" Tae says nervous.
Namjoon pulls up my sleeves to reveal my bloody arms.
"H-Hoseok" Tae says starting to tear up.
"I-I'm sorry" I say.
"Why?" Kookie asks.
I run. Running. Running out of their grasp, runninging home. Running as fast as I can upstairs so my dad doesn't touch me.
"Boy come Here" My dad says in a serious voice. "You're such a disgrace!"
My dad beats me for around an hour. Punching and kicking me. Then I run upstairs like I was before retreating to the safety of my room. Locking the door.

(Taehyung's P.O.V.)
I chase after Hobi. Loosing him after he turns a corner.
"You're such a disgrace!"
I was walking home to see a guy kicking his son. I call the police. The boy looked like someone I knew. But, I couldn't put my mind to it. The police come they tell me to go home.

(Hoseok's P.O.V.)
I'm in my room when I heard a knock at the door downstairs. I walk down stairs to see who it was. A police officer.
"We had a complaint of child abuse" The officer says.
"No I would never" My dad says. In a voice like 'how dare you blame me for such a crime!?'
I huff. But play along because if I don't I'm dead literally. I walk up rubbing my eyes like I just woke up.
"Dad what's going on?" I say in a tired voice.
"Do your parents abuse you?"
"No never" I say acting shocked that they were even here.

(Taehyung's P.O.V.)
I watch the people talk. Then I see the boy come out rubbing his eyes like nothing happened.
"Oh my god" I say it's Hoseok. I call the group chat. As expected everyone but Hoseok picks up. I walk home in disbelief of what I just saw.

(Hoseok's P.O.V.)
I go back to my room. I get a call from the group. I pick up.
"Hoseok" They say.
"Hey" I say.
"Why didn't you pick up?" Namjoon asks.
"I-I was doing something"
I felt my breathing get heavier. Fuck fuck fuck not now!
"Hoseok you Ok?" Yoongi asks,
I hang up.

(Namjoon's P.O.V.)
After Hobi hung up, I went to his house. When I get there I knock.
"Hello" His dad answers.
" Hi Mr. Seok is Hoseok here?"
"Yeah upstairs"
"May I? "
"Yeah"
I walk upstairs and knock on his door waiting a second before going in. He had a blade he was cutting.