bangtan one shots

in love with the feeling ⇒ jung hoseok

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hoseok sighed as he gently rested his forehead on the textbook that laid open just in front of him. his eyes were beginning to burn and water slightly, and his eyelids were growing heavier by the minute. he had been sitting in this chair for two hours now, attempting to read his textbook in order to study for a major test. he wanted to stop. his body was telling him to stop. it was screaming at him, telling him to move, stretch, stand up, leave. but hoseok remained still. with a deep inhale, he begrudgingly lifted up his head. he looked around at the mess he had made on his desk and found his phone hidden under a stack of papers. out of curiosity, he turned on his screen and read the time. it was time for him to go to school.

hoseok began to clean up his desk. he was rather in a hurry, paranoid that he might be late. his mind wandered randomly as he cleaned up. as he stacked up some papers and closed his textbook, he hummed a song that randomly popped into his head. he should not have procrastinated. he knew the consequences, he had faced them before. but they never stopped him from doing it all over again. he could have been asleep all this time, getting rest before the test. now he was already exhausted, and the day had only begun. one of the consequences of procrastination.

hoseok put his earphones into his ears as he left his house and began walking down the street. his head bobbed lightly with the beat. he began to feel the melody flow through him, like a magical wave of energy that coursed through his veins. soon he was dancing on the street. his legs had a mind of their own as he casually danced to the music. after the song ended and a new one played, he continued to walk normally. now his body was feeling a lot more energized after that little dance session in the middle of a sidewalk.

the walk wasn't too long for hoseok, nothing that he wasn't used to. he walked onto the school grounds and looked around at all of his fellow students. he couldn't help but sigh in a bitter manner. everyone had their respective friend groups, and he could easily decipher them. they were your typical high school cliques and gangs: the jocks, the cheerleaders, the popular kids, etc. it was easy to tell them apart.

hoseok felt his heart grow heavy. he wasn't apart of a group. no, he felt that he didn't belong in one. he felt different. he felt that he stood apart from everyone, that he was the only one and that made him feel alone. hoseok wasn't as smart as the nerds, or as athletic as the soccer players, and he didn't know how to play any instrument. and he definitely wasn't pablo picasso or vincent van gogh. although, hoseok did enjoy writing, songwriting to be more precise. hoseok loved to dance the most, but songwriting was another hobby for him. because of his hobbies, he felt that he was an invisible alien to everyone. he had never seen or met someone of similar interests. it didn't help that he had anxiety, and being insecure also made mingling with others difficult for hoseok.

moving on, hoseok's hand softly gripped the handle as he pulled open the door and walked into the building. a cool breeze caressed his face as he entered. immediately he was met with the noise of socialization, different tones and levels of voices of conversation. hoseok sighed as he pushed himself through the hallway of students. how many sighs was that at this point? he just wanted to get to class. that's all.

however, something, or rather someone, suddenly collided into his body. he heard a scared yelp and soon he was falling over with a heavy weight on his chest. he huffed as his back hit the ground, pain erupting in his spinal column. he slipped into a slight daze.

"oh my god!" he heard, bringing him back to reality. "i am so sorry."

hoseok slowly opened his eyes. he found a girl, a very pretty one might he add, staring back at him. her face was only a few inches away from his own, and his muscles instantly tensed up at the close proximity. her expression showed concern and guilt. she smiled sheepishly, a light giggle escaping passed her lips. "i wasn't paying attention." she looked up, her innocent look transitioning to a glare. "look what you made me do, irene."