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"Again, thank you so much for the clothes!!"
Hoseok waves at the woman behind the counter before leaving the building, exhaling when he finally makes it outside.
"What else should I do?" He asks himself quietly as he begins to walk once more.
It was six o'clock to be exact so Hoseok decided to drop off some clothes he no longer needed to a donation center. He found himself doing that a lot this past week... waking up so early in the morning for either food or running errands when normally, he'd enjoy sleeping in.
It was so weird being able to sleep in without worrying about getting ready for a job.
Hoseok had worked in various places when he was trying to earn money to escape his old household. Although selling artwork proved to be the best and quickest way for him to earn money, he also once worked as a waiter, librarian, and even took care of children at a daycare.
Without a doubt, he can say his favorite was working with children but it wasn't because the children didn't like him that he had to quit, it was the parents.
He remembered that job well. Surprisingly, the pay at that time was adequate. Except as much as he did try to cover them up with his sister's make up that was still left in her old room, there were some bruises that inevitably appeared throughout the day and he just couldn't hide them.
He was labeled as the dangerous guy and he was aware that some people talked behind his back. Because he knew of their concerns, he left the job himself.
He got tons of calls from one of his coworkers begging him to come back because the children missed him a lot, but he figured it was only because his coworker had to do the job alone.
Needless to say, he never returned after he actually found an apartment to rent and the rest was history.
But the pain he thought he escaped only found its way back in a form crueler than before. At least with the beatings, he could find a way to endure it and escape. This new pain he had, however, was different and more firm. It stayed with him no matter where he went until he finally went to sleep. Even then, he wasn't able to escape the nightmares that decided to plague him every so often.
So planning his suicide was the most comforting thing at the time. It was like finally committing to something and having the motivation to get up every morning - to pull through whatever shit was thrown his way because he finally had a goal.
