Pastel ≒ Y.G ~ H.S (✔️)

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Something you won't expect is going to happen in this story...I'm excited :)

Hoseok growled as he slammed the front door. Sighing when he heard something somewhere in the living fall. "Hoseok? Is that you?" He heard his mother call out, he watched as she came downstairs, her eyes wide as she forced a heart shaped smile.

"What?" Hoseok muttered, his mother smiled slightly as she followed her son into the kitchen. "I wasn't expecting anyone and your father went out drinking again. I was just wondering." She said, she was about to speak again but her voice caught in her throat.

Hoseok frowned as he opened a cabinet and saw a jar filled with money. He slowly stood with the jar in his hand, turning to his mother. "What the hell is this?" He asked, "You said we were struggling to pay bills and that's why you wanted me to work me."

"Hoseok, darling—"

"What the hell?! Where did you even get this from? This could pay half the bills I help pay!" Hoseok yelled, "How did you get this."

"I've been working—"

"Doing what?!"

"Well...there's a few men who help me out from time to time-" His mother started, but Hoseok stopped her. "What the fuck does that mean?!"

"Hoseok, honey, stop yelling." She said, trying to calm her son down, but Hoseok was furious. "You could never keep a job," she sighed, "You either got in trouble and missed too many days, or you just forgot and never made it in, either way, things were bad. I decided to try something that I would only do in the worst situation."

"What?" Hoseok asked, his mother stayed quiet  as her son watched as a man came downstairs. He didn't even try to hide it as he handed her some money, at least twenty dollars, and then left. Hoseok's eyes widened as he dropped the jar. "Are you kidding me?" He yelled, "This money is all he shit you get from the men you fuck?! You know you can get actually jobs right? What the hell?!"

"Hoseok, this was the only—"

"We weren't struggling when I was seven! We were fine when I was seven but you were still sleeping with different guys! I can't fucking believe this." Hoseok sighed, moving past his mother and back out the door.

But he was stopped by his father, who smelled like he took a bath in alcohol. "Just got a call from school." He muttered, pushing Hoseok back into the house. "Wanna tell me why you left so early?"

"Because I fucking wanted to, now move," Hoseok growled, his father chuckled as he hit Hoseok, the younger only stepped back, ready for whatever there was to come.

It happened the same as always, his father hitting and beating him, kicking him while he's still down and banging his head on the floor, calling him a mistake, telling him he should've never been born, just the same. The only difference was that his mother was standing there, he was hoping she'd tell him to stop. But she only stood there, watching as her child got hit by his own father.

Finally, Hoseok found a way to push him down and went out the door, he couldn't go to his friends, he couldn't go back to the school because that would be some trouble he's not willing to deal with. And he knows for sure Matilda is still mad as hell at him, so he just has to wait, walk around and wait for someone to go to.

He sighed as he walked down the street, looking at the cars and people going past him, he was smoking a cigarette and he didn't know why, but it didn't feel the same, he quit smoking for Yoongi before they broke up. But he never went back to it until now. So he put it out and went through the pain without it.

He was just about to turn a corner when he heard someone call his name. "Hoseok!" He turned to look down an alley way. He frowned, "Who the hell?" He muttered, walking down to see three guys, all of them from his school, he was guessing, since they knew his name.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" He asked, one of them, with blonde hair and black roots nodded. "Yeah, but the same goes to you." Hoseok shrugged with a nod. "That is true. What did you call me for?"

"Heard about the fight with Jaebum, you left him with a couple bruises." The other guy said, a small smirk on his face, Hoseok nodded, his eyes narrowing. "Yeah, he pissed me off,"

"Well, he told us about it, said he wanted to get back at you." The blonde guy said, the other guy beside the other two had pink hair, and his eyes looked familiar, but he had a mask on and he hasn't said a word. "What are you guys doing? Giving me a warning?" Hoseok chuckled, shaking his head.

The guy with blonde hair pulled off a confused look. "Huh? I thought Jaebum already gave you his warning," Hoseok looked at him, realization finally hitting him. "Guess we'll just have to deal with things how they are." He said, nodding his head, the two beside him went towards Hoseok.

Hoseok couldn't move fast enough, he was still in pain because of his father. They grabbed him and pushed him down, "Son of a bitch! Get off of me!" Hoseok yelled, hoping someone heard him, because this definitely wasn't a fair fight. "Come on, Hoseok, show us what you can do." The guy with brown hair said.

Hoseok struggled to move, and he knew this wasn't going to end well. The moment he got an arm free, he was punched, and it went on like that for awhile. Once Hoseok finally got up, he went to push away the guy with blonde hair. But instead he was pushed towards the guy with pink hair. He thought he could easily pull away but felt a stabbing pain in his stomach.

He touched the spot that was aching and felt something wet, he looked at his fingers and saw red covering them. "WHAT THE HELL TAE?!" The guy with blonde hair yelled, "Come on, we gotta go!" The guy with brown hair yelled, the guy with pink hair nodded as he pulled out the pocket knife and ran with the other two.

Hoseok wanted to scream in pain as he sat on the ground, keeping a hand tight on his wound as he grabbed his phone. He—of course— first called for help, but afterwards, he noticed a missed call and voicemail from Seokjin.

"Hey, Hoseok. It's Jin, obviously. I just wanted to apologize for me and the boys. We were only pissed that you lied to us, even though we thought you realized your mistakes and learned from them. We heard you took the money from Jungkook anyways and we were upset. Especially Joon, he was against this since the very beginning, I was kinda supportive but I didn't really care in the end. And Gguk was...well...Gguk, doing stupid things and if one person supports it, then he'll think it's a fun and cool thing. That's the way we raised him. Anyways. I and the boys wanted to say sorry, we realized there's probably a really good reason you needed this money, something so secret that you didn't even tell your Bestfriends. So tell us when you're ready. Just don't hide too much from us, okay? You don't have to forgive us, but just know we're sorry. Love you buddy."

Hoseok groaned at the pain as he called Jin, hoping he was around to answer.

"Hey, did you get my message-"

"Jin...I'm fucked..."

"What? What is it? Are you okay? You sound weak as hell."

"I ran into some guys and they beat me some and—shit—fucking stabbed me—"

"WHAT?! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"There's no need to come, I already called for help, just...give me some encouragements right now because is feeling pretty shitty." Hoseok muttered, he could hear the sirens coming closer.

"They're...almost.....here," Hoseok sighed, his vision starting to blur, "I'll...call you....later.." he muttered, his eyes closing and his phone dropping from his hand.

"Hoseok? HOSEOK?!"

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Yeah. I decided to add more pain than there already is. I'm an asshole, I know 🥰💜💕💚