The Boys come over to me. My vision is slightly blurred but I'm still conscious.
"Hyung I think that's enough alcohol for you, you still gotta get home" Jungkook tells me. I frown but comply.
"Hoseok, are you alright. You've been off lately. More of a , I don't know, a depression emo boy , than usual" Jin says ,I roll my eyes.
"Ya, I was gonna say something but didn't think it was my business" Taehyung says, smart boy.
"Good, Cause its not" I say and jin furrows his eyebrows.
"look, Hoseok, i'm only trying to help, you always help us , why can't we help you?" Jin says
He doesn't understand, so how could he ever help? Maybe back in middle school he could've but ever since ........ Just no....no.
" because i'm Fine hyung, I don't need someone's help. I'm just over worked at the shop I guess just leave it be" I say and he snaps, it's probably the alcohol. Me , yoongi, and jin tend to do that when we drink.
" LOOK KID, I'M SORRY THAT I CARE OKAY? I'M SORRY THAT I'M SICK AND TIRED OF HAVING TO MEET UP EVERYDAY, NOT KNOWING WHETHER OR NOT YOU"D BE HERE STILL" He says getting in my face. The others start to get antsy.
"I'm not your kid ,Seokjin, and i'm sorry you feel that way , but honestly it's just an over reaction, you should get some help"
Next thing I knew , he had hit me in the face. I didnt hit him back. I just looked at him, grabbed my things and left. I got out of my car when I got home. It was around 1 am so I grabbed the mail then went inside. My sister and her friend where laugh in the living room so went to the kitchen. In the mail was a letter, addressed to me.
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Dear Jung Hoseok,
It's been a while huh? I know the last time we met was, a little, traumatic. However I hope you don't hate us. I heard you'd be graduating soon and wanted to give you a deal. Come work with us.
You can be Different
Jinyoung
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The fucking bastard. I through the paper away after crumbling it.
" you can be different he said" I whisper underneath my breath.
Flashback-
I stand there mad, confused and scared.
" Before this ends, please don't ever be like us, You can be different!"
Then they were gone. Everything was. I was grabbed by one of the men.
"Look here punk, they were awful people, but if you ever try to take your revenge , you'll end up just like em" he then drops me off at my house.
Flashback over-
I go in to my room and punch the wall. Why did they have to go. Why are they after me now? I can't just end up like them, what about Jiwoo? I need to escape this Box before the fucking walls crush my to death.
Suddenly my phone rings. Its seokjin.
" Hello?" I answer
"Hey, its Jimin" he says, why does Jimin have Seokjin's phone?
" Whats up?" I say
" after Jin Hyung Hit you, he drank more, then he ran off and we can't find him, we wanted to make sure he didn't go to your house." Good god Seokjin your fucking idiot.
"No he's not here" Jimin sighs through the phone.
" okay, just get some rest, we'll find him" Jimin says and he hangs up.
Everything is so complicated. Why can't people just be good. Not steal, Not lie, Not...Kill.
If I could just live a normal life, i'd be the happiest man alive. As i'm sitting there. My sister walks in.
" Oppa?" she says
" yea Jiwoo?" I say
" Your friend is here, he uh, just look" I look out my door to see Seokjin.
"DID HE GET HIT BY A FUCKING CAR?"
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Fanfiction"don't be like us' she said to me.... and then........ and then they were gone... everything was" !SOPE! <3 Cover by @Fine-Saveme_ uwu she's gr8
