Trapped (BTS AU)

5

Hoseok's POV

I wanted to stay in the warm shower forever, but of course, I cannot. I have to put on a smile and act like everything is perfect. I put some boxers and black Jeans on. As I'm putting my red shirt on, I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror hung on my bedroom door. My stomach is badly bruised, how did I not notice that in the shower? I think my body must be used to the beatings, maybe that is why it doesn't hurt too much. Sigh. I'm sure it will hurt worse in the morning.

The sound of voices downstairs alerts me that my brother and mother have arrived. I quickly wriggle into my shirt, hiding the bruises.

"Hoseok!" Dad calls.

"Okay!" I shout back.

I grab my phone and shove it in my pocket. I check my room for anything I may have forgotten to hide.

"Hoseok!" Dad yells again.

"I'm coming!" I run down the stairs.

Yoongi has already seated himself down on our sofa. Mother stands by the door, glancing at me.

"H-hi mother." I stutter. I can never be too sure what mood she is in. Sometimes she ignores me completely. I try to be as polite as I can, if she says hi, great. If she doesn't, well, at least I tried.

Mother sniffs. "Hello, Hoseok. Are you well?" She asks though I know she doesn't really want to know.

"Yes, I'm fi-"

"Good." She cuts me off. "Yoongi, you'd better be good for your father."

Yoongi tuts. "I always am. Arent I dad?"

Dad smiles. "Yes. Always."

Mother smiles tightly. "Alright, I shall get going now. Goodbye, Yoongi."

"Yeah, bye." Yoongi mumbles.

"Goodbye, Hoseok." Mother bends down to my level. At first, I think she is about to kiss me, but she strokes my hair and sniffs it?! That's weird.

"Goodbye, mother," I say and step closer to my father.

Mother turns and leaves.

I look at dad. He smiles at me sadly.

"So," dad claps. "What are we doing tonight, boys? Movies?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Dad, we do that every time I'm here. Is there nothing else?"

"Uh." Dad strokes his short greying beard. These days he seems to be looking a lot older. He used to be a big, tough-looking guy. Now he's skinny as a rake, with not much muscle at all. And I've noticed that he seems very sad lately too. "I'm not sure what do you both want to do?"

"I don't mind, dad," I tell him. "Movie's are fine with me."

Yoongi shakes his head. "Yeah, whatever. Let's watch movie's." He brushes his mint green hair from his face.

"Great." Dad grins and rushes to find a film.

As we are sat watching a horror film that yoongi picked out -me hiding behind a cushion, yoongi smirking at me because he knows I hate horrors - my phone buzzes in my pocket. I take a look, a text but I don't recognise the number.