TaeYang ||J-Hope FF||

-=5=-

"But."

"No buts!"

"But she die-"

"It was fake."

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Turns out that we won. Hurray! Except the fact that we have a 8 competition winning streak. hahaha (hoe)SUCK IT.

Ok, that might be mean, BUT we destroyed the other team. I happily changed and walked outside to see a Lichster, with brushed hair and a plaid shirt and jeans, and of course, a black cap. She looked at me and rolled her eyes. "So you blackmailed me into dancing? I already dance-"

"Do you want me to change it, m'lady?" I winked and smirked. She turned red out of embarrassment.

"N-no! Choreography is fine-GREAT actually! I-I never...GOT YOUR NAME! Yes! Your name! What is your name?" She awkwardly spat out, which was adorable.

"Hoseok. Call me J-Hope." I smiled back.

"Alright J-Hope, let's dance.

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Turns out we were both free, and I definitely did not want to go home, having to deal with a drunk father.

"5, 6, 7, 8!"

"Nooo~"

"Ah get up, it's only been 20 minutes!" 

"Nooo~"

"Ah fine, we'll take a second break." 

She cheered.

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After an hour of practicing- well, 35 minutes of practicing, the other 25 minutes were spent "breaking."

I start walking home and decide to check the journal to see what Yoon had to say last. sounds stupid, I know, I don't even know how old the journal is. It might be 10 years old, it might be from a few days ago.

I sat down on a bench near a park and start searching my duffel.

earphones, a small trophy, clothes... 

No journal.

"What?!" I said, a bit too loud; a guy on another bench looked up surprised. "Sorry."

"No problem; do you need help finding something?" he looked back to his textbook. Yeah! I lost a stolen journal have you seen it? "Ah y- no, no, it's fine." I smiled back at him. He smiled and nodded before packing up his backpack and leaving.

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6:07 - Home

I walked through the door to be greeted by drunk father.

"Hoseok my boy~ there you are~ I-I love you~~~" He stumbled towards me and hugged me. 

"Dad; you need to stop drinking, it's been 2 years-"

"When I'm ready, Hobi~~~"

I sighed and laid him back on the couch, he fell asleep on my shoulder. He really needs to stop. It's been 2 years since she meet fate, and I still miss her, but he's getting drunk every night. He'll wake up, go to work, get drunk fall asleep, wash rinse repeat. 

I walked upstairs and ate before quickly falling asleep.

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On the next day of school, I had run into Namjoon on the walk there.

"Hey Namjoon!" I greeted happily

"Hi (Hoesuck) Hobi!"

I laughed

"Ahahaha, really only my parents call me that. W-why do you call me that?"

"Oh, sorry I just made it up.. anyway, we should go, shouldn't we?" He turned his heel and dashed away.