... I'll pay my weight in blood, to feel my nerves wake up ...
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Busy. That was the only way to describe Hoseok these past two days. Well... that, and perpetual fatigue, but that's why he was forcing himself to become occupied - to distract himself.
It was at times like these that Hoseok wished he'd taken upon Yoongi and Taehyung's offer to share an apartment. Maybe then, he wouldn't have gotten to this point.
Boxes, paint brushes, paints of all kinds and papers lay scattered across his room. It had been a while since he'd last entered his little art room, and while it may have seemed like an organized mess to him before - now, it was nothing but a nuisance.
Hoseok hated cleaning with a passion, that was why he was so desperate to call Yoongi over, a clean freak. That boy was pretty lazy but when it came to the things he actually cared about, you bet his ass was up and running.
Not that Yoongi didn't care about him, he knew he did despite his cold demeanor on the outside. He was pretty sure the only people other than his family that got to see his soft side were Taehyung and himself. Anyway, he knew Yoongi wouldn't mind coming if Hoseok asked.
But that wasn't a smart idea. Calling anyone would only make things extremely suspicious. Everyone knew it, Jung Hoseok never cleaned unless he was moving out. Although there was a new addition to that statement now, he wanted to clean out his home for a completely different reason.
Five more days.
Hoseok knew he should be taking a break. Cleaning and tossing things he didn't need into boxes for more than a consecutive 48 hours was too much of a strain on his body. He needed to go outside and breathe a bit, the stress was really getting to him and he already felt so drained and emotional. His throat was practically tightening up from throwing out all the hard work he'd spent hours, days, weeks and sometimes months on to create and collect.
Kicking a few rejected canvases aside, he decides to at least stack the boxes he'd already finished packing up to make some space in the room. Muscles straining, he carries and sets them down near each other until he's done. After taking a couple steps back, he turns to leave when something suddenly catches his eyes. Behind a particularly large canvas was something blue.
Making his way over, Hoseok crouches down and moves the canvas to reveal a box. Eyebrows furrowing, he sits on the floor and pulls it closer to his body, ripping the flaps open to discover what was inside. He didn't recall having ever put it there. That large canvas was one of the first things he had brought from his old apartment and he never moved it ever since. Perhaps that was why he was only finding this mysterious package now.
