... And Other Ships

NamSeok: Blue

Hoseok hated high school. 

He despised the fact that he had to learn in a room cut off from the rest of the other kids, even if the teachers were patient with him. He was a very gifted boy - he would be going to college to be either a novelist or an editor; he liked doing both things (hell, some of the other kids didn't know their teacher had sent their essay to Hoseok to be edited). In reality, Hoseok really wanted to be with the 'normal' kids. 

Not many other students ever took notice of Hoseok. There were a small group of girls who liked to compliment his outfits every morning, though. Over the years, his color-triggers had changed. He now couldn't handle bright or overwhelming colors; he usually stuck to neutral colors and pale olive, beige, peach, yellow, and tan tones. The group of girls told him that the olive tones made his honey skin look even more beautiful. 

Still, there were some people that liked to send Hoseok home with bruises and cuts on his lip. 

His father, Taehyung, was furious about that. All he wanted to do was protect Hoseok from the evil in the world, - the evil Taehyung himself was once a part of - but he just couldn't. Hoseok had autism, but that was no excuse for the beatings he received. 

Every night, after he tucked Hoseok into bed, Taehyung would cry into his husband's chest in the privacy of their bedroom. He would quietly rant about how horrible of a father he was for letting Hoseok endure hell when he didn't even deserve it. 

Jimin would simply hold Taehyung in his arms, tracing the rose tattoo on his husband's shoulder blade. "We raised a great young man, Tae. Our baby will be okay," he'd whisper, running a finger along the tattoo on his husband's right hand. 

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Today was difficult. 

It was difficult in the sense that Hoseok seriously didn't want to go to school, but Jimin - the more resistant to cave in out of Hoseok's parents - threatened to take away his new typewriter if he didn't go. 

They had shown up five minutes late, so Jimin walked Hoseok to the attendance office to check him in and get a tardy pass. Before he left, he stood on his toes to give his son a kiss on the cheek. "It'll be okay, Baby. Me and Daddy love you with all our hearts," he muttered, walking out of the school so Hoseok could go to class. 

As Hoseok walked down the empty hallway, he was abruptly pulled into an empty bathroom and slammed against the wall, his bookbag landing on the floor with a thud. 

"You're even sexier up close, even for a retard. Maybe I should take you for a spin." 

Hoseok stayed silent. No one at the school ever heard him say a word. Very few of them even heard him laugh. It just wasn't what he did. 

Still, he couldn't cover up the fact that he was called a retard. I'm not a retard! I'm not, I promise! I'm just... different from everyone else. 

The attacker forced Hoseok's face to his, but he kept his eyes shut tight. He could only look into Taehyung's eyes for a maximum of ten seconds. And the boy was wearing red. Hoseok hated red. That never changed. 

"Come on, dumbass! Let me take you for a spin!" the boy snapped, forcing himself on the poor boy. Hoseok couldn't fight back; he was too afraid and too weak. Tears stung his eyes and fell down his cheeks as a strangled scream ripped this throat, but was soon stopped by a hand over his mouth. He felt a hand press against his crotch. 

"Hey!" a voice barked from the bathroom entrance. Quick footsteps followed, then the attacker was ripped off of Hoseok by a very tall boy with blue hair. "Come on, Seunghyun! I was trying to get some!" The boy was silenced with a hard punch to his jaw before Hoseok closed his eyes again. He tried desperately to block out the sound of the very tall boy beating the shit out of his attacker. Everything was happening too fast and making him even more upset as he began to rock back and forth, breathing harshly.