Bipolar Sunshine || J.HS

HEROINE

"Baby!" His angelic voice called out to me. On any normal Day I would smile and run to his open arms just to bask in the warm fuzzy feeling that Is JUNG Hoseok but, No.

Not Today

"Baby?" The voice asked searching for what was right in front of him. Once he opened his eyes to see my small petrified stature not in his Opened arms, He smiled.

Not the smile you get that can make you smile 10 Times bigger.

Not the sarcastic one, when you say something stupid and it is at that moment he truly understands how stupid you could be.

Not the one full of Judgement when Yoongi Oppa finishes all the Wine that was supposed to be for the table.

The smile you wish to never see on your loved ones face.

Carved full of Hatred Anger yet a sickingly calm undertone, that shows his despicable and dark side will be Bestowed upon you.

The smile which shows I am going to be in some deep shit, Tonight.

"Y/N Come here." He said, his arms still opened. His soft voice coaxing me, that, the look on his face was misunderstood. That I was mistaken or being too EXTRA Like we always were.

But I Knew better from the amount of Alcohol I could smell just from standing a couple of steps away from him. Changing the once nice clean Lavender smell to one of strong Bar full of ,any intoxicating liquids.

I also Knew better not to defy him in this state.

Sometimes he just wants a cuddle, sometimes he has his manly urges, Sometimes gets short tempered, destroying all in his path.

Quickly making my way over to him and burring my face in his warm but Alcohol drenched shirt.

"I missed you~" He sang swaying us lightly.

"Teaching people to dance is a pain in the Ass." He said sighing and putting his cheek to my head.

Wanting to break from the smell that was burning my nostrils and making me slightly gag, I looked up at him. He didn't complain just looked at my face a blank expression on his face as he did so. I looked away before I received a nasty comment about looking at him for so long, but He brought my face back up to look at him.

Still swaying, nothing Said, Just a calm but blank expression upon his face.

I exhaled after a long suffering of holding in my breath just to be on the safe side and he let go walking to His room.

All it took for you was to breathe... are we supposed to be happy or worried?

I don't know

Thoughts Stormed around in my head as I watch him disappear into the darkness of the hallway. Feeling uneasy about this new side of Drunk Hoseok.

I've dealt with His perverted Side simply by just calling Jin, Namjoon, or Yoongi Oppa, resulting in some pretty hilarious moments with my boyfriend. The cuddle side, cute as a button, even wanting to keep him drunk so I can take care of the Child like Man. The Angry side twice one occurring during a heated Football (Not american Football) Match and the other not too long ago.

But this calm and serene Drunk Hoseok?

Never! Although when he spaces out he's pretty quiet, Which happens more when the man looses control of his body due to the Ethanol in the liquid.

I followed suit to the room, which I should not enter. Leaving a good foot space between the door frame and I, peering in to see him calmly removing his shoes.

"Hoseok?" I asked voice squeaking out in fear of being to loud, or speaking when I clearly wasn't spoken too.

"A-Are you ok?" I asked inching further for the safety of the door.

"D-Do Y-You need a-anything?" I asked again when he clearly ignored my first attempt in speaking surely he will boss me around showing me some sort of emotion other than this calm shit.

"T-There's so-" my sentence was cut off when a nice SHINEe Black dress show was thrown in a precise angle to hit my face Making me stumble back and grab my face that was now burning and throbbing with pain.

 Just as I gained a stable position the second one was thrown right to my stomach hitting me even further back. I Groaned as the heel really dug into me as if the shoe added its own hatred to Hoseok's powerful throw. I looked over only to be bombarded with more dress shoes knowing they would hurt more than his ridiculously expensive YEEZYS or Gucci Flip Flops.

Taking hit after hit of the never ending dress shoes adding bruises and pain to my body. I was lifted by my shirt and hit directly in the face with the heel of the first one. My face gashed out instantly letting the precious liquid Seep out.

"I-I'm So-" I tried to Stutter out only to be slapped on the same cheek. Pain surging and tears crying a river at the Amount of pain I was given in just a few seconds.

More and more painful and powerful slaps rained down on me not even sure if all of them were slaps as they spread throughout my body.

Begging and pleading hollering out my tired and bruised body only to have it fall on death ears.

I was dropped on the floor just like a rag and landed on the discarded shoes.

"Hobi?" I sobbed out as my blurry vision saw him moving away from me.

He can't leave me...

As if my prayers were heard his heavy foots and dark figure made its way back to me. A small smile placed on my face.

Hobi would never leave me....

"Baby- NO I refuse to be—WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!! NO, Nothing is wrong with me... its you."

He picked me up in his arms the first word laced with genuine concern, but dropping me once more leaving a surge of pain as his rant continued. I only whimpered trying to get up, noticing that the beating I received was far worse than I suspected.

With the abuse he's shown these past few days I'm sure the slaps wouldn't have phased me, but Those shoes taking a serious toll on my body.

"Y/N, Can you hear me?"

I can hear you Hobi

"Shit I promised I would never hurt you!"

But you didn't ... I know My sunshine would never hurt me...

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