Sope One Shots

Isolated

(A/N Oh my God THANK YOU for 200+ reads, I'm also now #3 in wholesome!! I really never expected people to really enjoy my little stories, but I'm so so thankful y'all are reading them it means so much to me to feel like a proper part of the community here ❤❤)

(Another A/N this turned out super weird and long I'm sorry oml, and right afyer i got to 200 reads too ahh Next time I'll do something more like I normally do, I knew I shouldn't start a story from before they knew each other I'm just not good at writing developing relationships, if you fancy skipping a part, this is the one I'd recommend skipping oh dear)

It was summer in Monmouthshire, Wales, but as Hoseok steadied himself on the window of the bus as it bumped and jossled its way across the hills he watched the raindrops race across the windowpane and sighed. The school term was over, and it was time for Hoseok to return to his isolated life in the hills.

His house wasn't in a town, or a village. It wasn't even in a hamlet. It was just his house. Then farmland for a mile in every direction. The only thing save for his own house within a mile radius to suggest the presence of any humanity was one crumbling old farmhouse, and that had been vacant for at least 50 years. He used to play there in the summers with his sister when he was young. But Jiwoo had gone to Bangor to study Oceonography, and she wasn't even coming back for summer. Bloody Northern Welshmen had stolen her.

Hoseok got off the bus in the village of Redbrook. It was a beautiful town on the English side of the River Wye, and even on a drizzly day such as it was a stunning place to be. Hoseok crossed over the river and began his long walk up to Penallt and then on even further north to reach home. He really needed to buy himself a bike. He found it funny that the village of Penallt should be the penultimate place he passed before his destination. It made him smile every time he passed through.

Hoseok made it home at around 5 o'clock, after the hour-long bus ride from his school in Coleford to Redbrook and then the extra hour's walk. He felt as though he were living in the 30s, unable to get anywhere. He really felt the pressing need to learn to drive.

He walked into the house. It was warm and cosy and old, up a muddy track only a land rover or a tractor could traverse. He took his shoes off at the door and went into the living room.

"Hello, son." His dad called from his study. "Hi, Dad." Hoseok sang back. "Cup of tea?" He asked. "Go on, then." Hanging his socks on the radiator and looking down at his drenched body he thought to himself, yes, this is definitely a tea kind of day. But then, he thought that every day.

He and his dad sat in the living room, listening to the rain pat ever so gently against the skylight. It reminded Hoseok of a comfortable cat flexing its paws. They talked and laughed about their days. Hoseok was happy to be home, but he knew he was going to go stir-crazy cooped up in this house with his friends all 2 hours away in Coleford all summer. He went to go read in his room. He had in his bedroom this amazing, huge window with a wide window-seat, and he'd spent most of his young life turning it into the perfect reading nook. He'd built his own bookshelves to perfectly surround it, hung extra curtains, put cushions and blankets and knick-knacks all around and flameless candles to make it feel perfect and cosy. Usually he ended up falling asleep there instead of in his bed, staring out the window at the stars.

His mum got home from work a couple of hours later and they had dinner. He loved his parents, he could really speak to them, and they felt like real friends. But he couldn't understand them at all at the same time. He couldn't understand, for example, why the hell they'd decided to move to this house in the middle of nowhere to raise a family. He just didn't get it.

The next day he woke up early to go for a walk across Livox Wood. Maybe he'd go by that old crumbling farmhouse he used to love so much.

The weather had cleared up since the day before, but the ground was soft and squidgy like a rotting sponge. He decided to wear wellies and pack an anorak and some waterproof over-trousers just in case. He didn't brush his hair and it fell, dark and reddish brown, in messy wisps around his face. But that didn't matter to him. He knew he would only ever see maybe one or two other living souls, even if he walked all day.