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July 1726
"Stop being selfish, pass it already."
Hoseok continued to gulp down the alcohol, stopping once he finally felt dizzy. He glanced at the other male and rolled his eyes. Lucas was glaring at him, waiting for the fiery drink. The brunet passed it to him and he sighed, smiling.
"Finally."
He stopped talking as he started to drink and Hoseok looked up at the ceiling of the dirty room. They were sitting on the crappiest couch Hoseok had ever seen, but he was used to it. He had been hanging out with Lucas for almost half a year now.
The latter put the bottle down on the floor and looked at the younger.
"Still nothing?"
Hoseok looked at his right, not moving his head.
"I don't know, do you get news from your dead father?" He spat, sarcastically.
The older glared at him. "Shut up. You don't know if he's dead yet."
Hoseok sighed. "Keyword, yet. It's been 3 years Lucas."
They both stopped talking, Lucas fishing for the bottle once again. 3 years. A lot had happened. A lot he didn't want to remember. Like the fact that his father hadn't come back. Hoseok had given up. He didn't want to, but he had. He couldn't hope for him to come back at this point.
He wanted him to come back. But it wasn't happening any time soon so he just took the bottle again, continuing to drink as much as he could, finally passing out on the familiar couch.
Hoseok woke up on the floor, his head hurting. He looked up at Lucas who was still on the couch.
"You cunt." He mumbled, receiving a glare from the older.
"Get your drunk ass out of my house." He simply answered.
Hoseok didn't flinch at the harsh tone. It was always like that. Lucas and him could be best friends the night before and hate each other the next morning. A real love-hate relationship as they would call it.
Of course, the first time it happened, Hoseok was sad, confused, and angry. He had left the room instantly. How could Lucas do this to him?! But when he saw the other at his doorstep, a bottle behind his back and he asked Hoseok to drink with him, the younger didn't have the heart to say no. So he didn't. At that time, he didn't know, didn't understand why Lucas was acting like he was, and to be honest, he still had no idea, even now, months after.
But had stopped caring. Lucas didn't want to talk, he just wanted to drink and forget about his problems and Hoseok wanted to do the same.
The brunet got up, ignoring the familiar feeling of a headache. He smirked. "See you later." He didn't wait for an answer and left the dirty appartement.
He climbed up the stairs like every morning. Nothing new. He opened the door, and stretched, his fading white shirt raising a bit. Nothing new. He opened an eye to see a woman staring at him.
She was only in her early 40s, but she seemed way older. She looked tired, hungry, as she had given up. Nothing new.
"Hoseok!" She crossed her arms on her chest, giving the younger a look. "Mr Jung, Evelyne." He answered simply. He smirked at her angry look, and yawned. He glanced at her. "It would be such a wonderful time for a man like me to have a good cup of tea and breakfast when he would wake up. Would you be nice and make that happen?"
She looked angry, but Hoseok didn't care. His smirk grew wider, and he was about to walk to his small room when she scoffed.
"I'm afraid this won't be possible, Mr Jung." Hoseok raised his eyebrow. "What? Are you really that incompetent that you aren't able to make toasts?" He replied, mocking the woman. Evelyne shook her head.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to go to sleep now, as there is someone requesting you, Mr Jung, in the living room. I believe you would like to talk to them." Evelyne shrugged at Hoseok's questioning look. Now that was something new.
Hoseok was beyond confused. Besides Lucas, no one was ever coming to see him. And he wasn't waiting for anyone either. Who could that even be?!
He glanced at Evelyne and sighed. Without another word, he walked to the living room. He really didn't want to deal with whoever that might be. His head was aching and he was tired.
An old man was sitting down on the couch, a cup of tea in his hand. He didn't look like he would drink tea. He had a beard, brown long hair, and small black eyes. He looked old, maybe in his 50s. Hoseok noticed some scars on his face. He was intrigued. Who was this guy? Why was he here?
But before he could ask anything, the man had already gotten up, tea aside. "Mr. Jung, nice to meet you." He went to shake hands but Hoseok didn't move an inch. He raised an eyebrow. "Who are you?"
You could see that the older wasn't surprised with the not so warm welcome. He didn't flinch at his harsh tone, only sat down again. "Call me Jules." He answered.
Only that. Jules. Was Hoseok just supposed to know everything about that guy with a simple name? He looked at him, squinting. "Is that it? Why are you here? I don't have any money from my father."
Jules chuckled in a low voice. "I don't want any money Hoseok." He sighed. He looked up at him, a frown on his old and tired face.
Hoseok didn't understand. What did the man want then if not money? But they didn't have anything couldn't he see? Hoseok didn't know what to say, what to do.
Jules got up, smiling sadly. "I am here because of your father kid."
