[hoseok's pov; apartment no. 218; monday]
sometimes i think about how stupid my choices can be. well, some of them. if a stranger were to look at me, they'd say "what do you mean? the guy seems to be living well, what choices of his could be wrong?" but it's all a thing of public status.
not to sound like a hipster but people don't know me. they don't know my soul; don't know what i'm like. they know my face, my name and the clothes i wear from the money i make.
i'm patient. and i'm sane.
that's what people assume, and only the first part is true about me.
but sanity goes straight out the window when something important is taken away from me. and i'm left with patience that is running out, like grains of sand in an hourglass. but i did this to myself.
her presence was taken away from me just because i received a stranger's coat. a stranger who was trying to help me. and i lost it because i unconsciously put it in that damn pocket.
it was all by accident.
@ j-hope_official: i would appreciate to get that thing back.
the stranger is both innocent and to be blamed for. and that apology feels bittersweet, as selfish as it sounds.
we're dividing the blame.
@ j-hope_official: but thank you for looking out for me when it was chilly that night. i appreciate it.
a slight breeze, coming from outside, touched my face as i kept looking at my phone, waiting for their answer.
they saw the message. and they're typing something back. just as i hoped to see if they had answered yet, my phone lit up as a buzzing sound escaped from it.
"mr. seokjin? why is he calling right now?" i mumbled to myself, bringing my thumb to the green icon of the notification.
"hello?".
"hello, hoseok-ah! are you busy at the moment?" my boss' bright voice said, ringing through my ears.
"not that busy to deny your call, so what happened?" i asked, tapping my left foot against the floor.
i hope i didn't sound rude.
"nothing serious but it involves some changes of schedule for this week" he said, making me confused.
"what changes?".
"as you know, tomorrow we're having the writing meeting, so that doesn't change" he goes on, making me nod to myself, "what does change, though, is what happens this friday, and i think you know what i'm talking about".
i sat there, more confused than i was before, as my fingers tangled into my hair.
"wait, you don't know, do you?" mr. seokjin asked, earning an agreeing "mhm" from me. "well", he continued, "we're gonna have the show filming on wednesday instead of friday because friday's a special day this week".
"wait, is some kind of event planned on friday?" i hesitantly asked, earning a huff from my boss.
"a party, hoseokie. a huge one" he answered, making me awkwardly cough at his sweet name calling, again. "you keep forgetting who you are. you're one of the biggest celebs in seoul. you're also super hard-working, so you deserve this".
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