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[141.5]

[141.5]

[Hoseok]

A hand whipped across my face so slickly because of the salty tears that seemed to run down my cheeks in an attempt to part from such a useless little boy.

"I told you to stop crying, didn't I?" My mother said in a pitiful voice before taking my weak body into her warm arms, "Oh, my Hobi~ I'm so sorry,"

I could feel my heart fill with happiness in the way her arms wrapped around my body which was still trembling from fear. Then those warm arms started to squeeze around me, constricting air from getting into my lungs, "But if you had listened to me.. then I wouldn't have had to become mean mommy.. right?"

I attempted to nod but my measly five year old body couldn't withstand the amount of strength she put into this loving hug. Suddenly, the strength disappeared and I was simply laying in her arms as she stroked the top of my head with the fond, motherly aura being ascended from her flower-like pheromones. Although her actions had made me extremely happy, the tears refused to stop skiing down the hot mountain of my fleshy cheeks.

"Mommy, why am I so sad?" I asked as I leaned into her chest, her hand exploring through the messy forest of my black, curly locks.

My mother had gripped my hair roughly and forcefully made me look up into her cold, deranged eyes. Then a smile had slowly made its way onto her beautiful cheeks, the dimples that I inherited from her protruding through, "Just smile, Hobi, because if you pretend to be happy for long enough, you will be,"

(^^Chapter 58 reference^^)

[•••]

A smile was brightly shining on my face as I stood in between my beautiful mother and my handsome father.

"Your son looks just like you, Mr. Jung," exclaimed an elderly woman who had a small glass of champagne in her right hand, her left arm gingerly wrapping around a small boy around my age. Her eyes then looked into mine and although stern, I could see an unmistakeable kindness within them, "I wish you a happy sixth birthday,"
 
"Your grandson is quite the charmer as well, Mrs. Min," my mother replied as she bent down slightly to be eye level with the boy who was a few inches taller than me. The boy with jet black hair and apathetic eyes, smile very curtly while reaching his hand out to mine, inviting me for a shake. I hesitated for a second which caused my mother to pinch me on my shoulder hard, but I made sure not to flinch or react since it would only mean more punishment from mean mommy.

I reached my hand out and showed the brightest, happiest façade of a smile I could muster. I grabbed his hand firmly and shook with ostentatiously, "I'm Jung Hoseok!"

"Min Yoongi," he replied, his smile solely business.

The adults around us only chuckled at our interactions. My father as well as Mrs. Min walked away but my mother bent down to my level, the smell of her flower pheromones almost making me smile in content. However, the way she gripped my hand and sunk her nails in them almost made my expression falter, "Happy birthday, baby,"

The tone in her voice ordered me to stay in line and not embarrass the family name. I nodded, "Thank you, mommy,"
 
She walked off, her glass heels clicking on the floor with every step she took until she was completely out of sight. I turned to the boy around my age and continued to smile, "So how old are you?"

"Why do you smile so much?" The boy crossed his arms and scoffed before releasing a loud yawn from his lips.
 
I blinked, "W-What?"

"You heard me," once he finished his yawn, his eyes set on mine, piercing into my soul.

"Uh.. because..?" I mumbled questionably, not knowing intentions and not willing to find out.

He sighed and closed his eyes whilst shaking his head, "There is no one in this earth who is happy all the time, maybe Luna, but my grandma told me she's a bitch,"

My eyes widened and my hand flew to my mouth once that word spilled from his lips, "Y-You cussed."

He blinked and tilted his head, "Yeah? And?"

My hand fell to my side in astonishment at the clear apathy of the boy.

"Wow, you're so cool," I mumbled as I stared at him in awe.

I could see that his cheeks turned a faint shade of pink and he looked away whole crossing his arms, "W-Well yeah, I-I-I know,"

I laughed at the evident "tsundere" feel he had to him. I could feel some sort connection with him, and although there was always a smile on my face, this moment was the first time that I felt genuinely happy.

'I hope he stays with me til the end.'

And he did. I just wish that I could've done the same for him.
 
[author's notes]

Credit to: @suingbts for the idea. They commented on the last chapter and I couldn't resist.

Happy birthday, Hoseok:) ily

And btw, hoseok's mom had postpartum depression which was why she was all fucked up and bipolar like that.
 
And sorry for a little snippet of a chapter that isn't really relevant, but I felt like I had to do something special and @suingbts just gave me the idea.

I love you guys.