i'm not ok ✎ sope

projects

“ok, you'll have a project, and I'll be choosing the pairs.” the class groaned.

“lisa and jimin, namjoon and seokjin, hoseok and yoongi...” the boy blanked after that.

wasn't that the boy who helped me before..? hoseok's head hurt too much from last night to remember.

“ok, you're all dismissed! have a great weekend!”

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hoseok chucked his bookbag over his shoulder and was about to leave before a voice called his name.

“hoseok! hey! wait up!” yoongi panted.

“oh, sorry.”

“i just wanted to ask you, we have to work on the project, and my house can't contain anymore people,’ he smiled, it was a very pretty smile, it showed his gums, but not in a weird, disgusting way. In a cute, heart-warming way.

almost made him want to smile.

almost.

“yeah,...you can come over.” the boy texted him the address.

“great, see you there!”

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hoseok creaked his door open slowly, and peeked in.

his father was laying on the couch, passed out drunk with some 20 year old lady in a very short sparkly dress sleeping peacefully.

‘gross..’ he thought.

he tiptoed up to his room, immediately regretting the decision to let yoongi come to his house.

then the doorbell rang.

his dad still wasn't up yet, but the woman got up, asking hoseok where the back door was.

“that way.” he watched as she drunkenly stumbled to the door, until she left was when the boy opened the door.

“shh, my dad is sleeping..come up to my room.”

“oh, ok!” he whispered back.

««»»

“wow, hoseok, you're really smart!” the pale boy gushed.

“oh it's not that big of a deal.” he was always told that he was a “retarded little shit that couldn't do anything right”, so this was new.

“yes it is-” a knock on the door cut of the conversation.

“y-yes father?”

“OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!”

“hide!” yoongi hide in the closet, covering his mouth, listening intently.

“WHY IS THE BACK DOOR OPEN, YOU RAN OUT, DIDN'T YOU!”

“n-no I didn't! i let the lady out, and she-” he was slapped to the ground.

“DON'T GIVE ME THAT CRAP!” he yanked the child by the neck, pinning him against the wall.

“you're a mistake. just know that I can drop your ass in the street to rot right now! understand?”

the boy managed to nod yes, the older man dropping him on the floor, coughing and gasping for air.

“i'm going out.” he slammed the door, the mint-haired boy making sure he was gone before he embraced the other.

“just breathe, just breathe, shh, it's ok, I'm right here, just breathe.”

“i-im s-s-so sorr-sorry..” the boy struggling to find words, sobs coming out of him.

“don't be sorry, it's ok if you don't want to work on the project anymore, I'll tell the teacher that you had a family emergency.”

he sniffled, “th-than-thank you.”

“you're welcome.”

this boy has gone through so much, yet he managed to put on a mask, I'll admit, I fell for it too...

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A/N: wow...im moved by my own story...