Jung Hoseok
11:15pm
Incheon, Seoul
He had finally told someone.
And it was someone he trusted
But was he right in doing so?
Millions of things ran through Hoseoks mind as he left Seokjin's house and made his way towards the dance studio.
On his way, he passed a familiar building,
The place where they were torn apart
For a split second, he considered opening the door. The spare key that all of them owned was in his pocket and all he had to do was fit it into the keyhole and turn the key...
But he was afraid
Afraid of what he would meet if he entered that place.
Would the broken glass still be scattered over the floor?
Would the drops of blood which splattered on the wall still be there?
He was afraid that if he went inside he would see something he wasn't ready for.
So he passed the building, and continued on his path.
---
Hoseok opened the door to the studio and turned on the lights.
He noticed his locker and open and the photo album on the table.
"Strange..... I probably left it this way." He sighed.
Sitting down on the chair, he flipped through the pages, smiling wistfully at each memory. They were , atleast, happy then.
They had thought they were inseparable
How naive they were
But that was a long time ago
In the end , it had been their words, which had separated them.
And now they were all alone .
Hoseok remembered something Taehyung had asked him that day. Everyone had left but them,
"Hyung.."
"If i had made a different choice, would they have stayed?"
He remembered the other's bloodshot eyes and his own shaking head
"I don't know tae, im sorry..."
And he had left .
Just like that
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Hoseok leaned back on his chair and felt something rough.
He turned around to see a denim jacket
Someone had been in here,
And looked through everything
But who?
And then he heard his answer
"Hobi-hyung?"
He turned around only to see him
Park Jimin
