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cut - hoseok

Hoseok trailed along the park's pathway, relieving the stress off his bones, along with dark thoughts. He had always taken this way home from school whenever he felt the need to think through all his problems. Although, he doesn't ever solve them.

Flashbacks of what he had experienced at school earlier that day haunted him now. He could still remember how the markers would stain his school shirts and how deep the carvings were.

Kids can be so cruel, but they had a point.

'Kill yourself' and 'Wish you were dead' were what they had written. Along with 'Your mom's a slut' and 'Your mom was great last night in bed'.

How could they even make out such outrageous things? Students attending the same classes had known Hoseok for as long as they could remember. They practically all grew up together, not including the new students, and there was a new student today.

Almost the entire school population knew what Hoseok's mom did for a living. She stripped and came home late every night. But she was the only person who really cared for and loved him and the only one he had ever loved. Not even his selfish dad who manipulated his mom and created this version of her in the first place. He made her like this.

He hated his dad for it. And maybe he should, maybe he should kill himself. One day, not yet.

Hoseok finally arrived at the place he thought of as 'home', none of his problems solved.

"I'm home." Hoseok announced to his parents, stepping into the living room. The image awaiting in front of him scarred his eyes and burned into his memory.

His dad pinned his wife against the wall, hand wrapped around her throat, and from what Hoseok could make out, she was gasping for air.

Hoseok ran to his mom's aid and roughly pushed off his dad's grip on his mom's neck.

"Get your hands off her!" He shouted at his father, instantly turning on a switch inside him. He stared at his son indignantly then to his wife, who was now on the floor and breathing heavily, tears scattering down her cheeks.

"What did you say to me, you son of a bitch?"

His father was furious. Hoseok eyed his dad warningly.

"What the fuck were you doing to your goddamn wife?!" His hand care into contact with the left side of Hoseok's face, leaving a stinging sensation behind.

"I can't believe you just—"

"Get. Upstairs. Now. And don't come out!" His dad ordered, causing his mother's eyes to widen. She must've known what was coming next. Hoseok stared at his mother, who was begging him silently to listen and obey.

And even though he didn't want to, he rushed upstairs.

Hoseok didn't as so much hesitate when it came to things like this. He knew where to go to get rid of the pain. He turned the bathroom handle, stepped in, and locked it behind him.

Cold water splashed against his face before he dried it. Then he pulled open the cabinet. Inside stored various things including toothpaste, creams, cotton swabs, the usual same bathroom items. But that wasn't what his tired eyes searched for.

Hoseok pulled out a small box and lifted the lid off. Razors. Dozens and dozens of razors piled on top of each other. He eyed the box's contents and didn't hesitate to retrieve a razor.

There was a way to solve all his problems and make them go away, but he wasn't planning on killing himself just yet.

He'd just make a few lines.