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Enough is enough.
This is what goes through Hoseok's mind as he walks with a certain box clutched tightly to his chest. His arms were beginning to wobble slightly from the long path he was forcing himself to take to get to his destination. The only things allowing for his body to move so swiftly were the adrenaline and pure rage.
Hoseok thought it was finally over, that once and for all, he would never have to remember. But oh, only now did he realize how wrong he was. In exasperation, he kicks a rock out of his path and watches it skid onto the road, where a car that was passing by runs over it within seconds. If only he could be that rock. Sure, the world would go on but at least his misery would end.
Feeling a vibration in his pocket, Hoseok sets the box down for a moment and pulls out his phone. Yoongi. His thumb hovers over the green 'accept' icon, contemplating if he should pick up.
He doesn't. If he did, he would turn back. He would lose the determination to do what he was about to.
When he lived with his parents, Hoseok never fought back. He was too weak to. He needed to build up energy, and the only way to achieve that was by submitting to the pain his father inflicted on him without struggling.
And achieve, he did. Hoseok escaped from the hellhole to move into a new apartment. The countless hours of working his ass off and painting non-stop just to create and sell his pieces - along with a couple other shifts here and there - were what allowed him to earn enough money to finally leave.
After meeting Yoongi and Taehyung it didn't take long for him to forget about his past. He moved on, he really did. He couldn't believe he was free and he spent every second of every day with his two friends, making the most of their friendship and his liberation. Hoseok loved them so much and relished what they did for him.
But something went wrong. Maybe he didn't cherish the joy enough. Maybe he didn't say thank you enough. Maybe the depression was inevitable. It made sense, why should a damaged boy like him have happiness? Either way, he couldn't help but think, what terrible sin did he commit to be punished like this?
Hoseok often thought about killing his own father. He hated him so much for making him suffer. But fate had other plans, it seemed, because he died before he could really take action. It was both a good and bad thing. Helpful because Hoseok didn't have to become a criminal... but frustrating because wasn't the idea of him bleeding to death much more torturous and gratifying than dying from stupid alcohol poisoning?
