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May, 1723
Hoseok glanced down at his muddy boots. He sighed, there was no way Evelyne was ever going to let him in the house like this. He looked behind him, maybe he would find, somewhere, a piece of bread abandoned by one of the many workers. The young boy had been gone since the early morning, walking, running and sometimes hiding from the older guys looking for someone younger to beat up, and he was currently starving.
But the only thing he could see were the dresses of varying colors, the combed hairs, coats and enormous hats. He sighed. Hoseok didn't have a choice here. It was either face the anger of Evelyne and finally eat, or stay down here and start looking for something digestible.
The servant was scary, but the thought of not eating anything for another four hours was scarier. On top of that, the smell of dead fish was starting to irritate him. Hoseok decided to take off his shoes and hide them behind a flowerpot. Maybe Evelyne wouldn't be so mad. Hoseok really hoped she would too busy to notice his lateness as well.
Hoseok opened the door of the two-stories building, trying to not make any noise. He bit his lip, focusing on arriving at the apartment safe and sound. He passed the entrance, working his way up the wooden stairs. They were creaking a lot, and that wasn't making Hoseok feel better. He could picture it already. The noise alerting Evelyne, her screaming at him for being dirty and late, and then chasing him like a crazy woman around the house. She would most likely make him eat distasteful things or clean the even more disgusting toilets as a punishment.
Thankfully he arrived to the first floor without any inconveniences. He glanced at the single brownish door in the small hallway and grimaced hearing the yelling. It wasn't new to Hoseok. He didn't know for sure, but according to the servants, those voices belonged to two men. A son and a father. From what he had heard, Lucas, the son, kept getting into fights and could not provide for his family. Now, if the father was there, wasn't it his role to get them something to eat? That's what Lucas thought. Long story short, there was a lot of yelling, but Hoseok was used to it. So without looking back at the door, he continued his route, climbing up the stairs once again, eager to finally get home.
He hurried to the second floor, stopping just before entering his home. Hoseok dusted off his pants. The poor boy was nervous. He didn't want to get punished again, as it was the third time this week. Without thinking more about it, the brunet opened the door, slightly at first, making sure no way would see him. He sighed in relief when he started making his way in the small hallway and arriving in the living room. Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows. He waited in the same position for a long minute only to conclude that no one was in here, or they were too busy to even notice him. But again, that was even weirder. What would make them busy if it was not Hoseok?
