Mythical Short Stories 방탄소년단 PART 2

[| Seokjin |]

[|Demon Picture|JinHope|]

"You smell quite pleasant."

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Hoseok frowned sadly, staring at the TV. His eyes were locked on the handsome host, one of the judges of a talent show. He could never stand there. He didn't have a talent.

He couldn't sing like them, dance like them...

He wasn't special...

He lived in a small apartment, had barely enough to pay for it. He had a crappy job at a second-hand store no one really went to. The lady seemed eager to sell the place, but that would leave Hoseok without work.

Life was cruel for those with dreams, and hopeful for those who execute their dreams, and luxurious for those who make those dreams come true.

It's painful to think about. Hoseok barely paid the bills and rent, then only had a few bucks left to buy three small packages of instant noodles and ramyeon.

His cheeks puffed as he chewed on the warm noodles, slurping them up with a sad frown as the voice of his crush blasted through the speakers.

"Your performance strikes my handsome heart!" Seokjin exclaimed dramatically, his hands clutching his suit. "You!" He yelled, pointing at the woman in stage, staring at him with hopeful eyes. "Passed!" Seokjin yelled, smiling widely, throwing her one f his famous hand-kisses.

Hoseok sighed deeply. He liked Seokjin's dreamy eyes and plump lips. He liked his broad shoulders and fluffy hair. He was perfect.

Unlike him... He was slightly chubby. No belly or anything... Just a small bit of fat. He was always on the couch, swooning over Seokjin whilst eating a can of noodles. If he wasn't doing that he was at work, cleaning the building and dancing with the mop and broom, hoping it to turn into Seokjin's strong arms that he's dance with.

With a sigh, he turned on the couch, hoping to dream about Seokjin once he fell asleep...

"Yoongi." Seokjin growled. "Yes Seokjin?" His assistant said lowly, looking up at his boss. "What are the ratings?" Seokjin asked, tapping his fingers impatiently on his desk. Yoongi reached into the files of Seokjin's desk drawer and pulled out a small piece of paper.

"It's been late. Not many people watch at that time." Yoongi replied. "We still had two thousand viewers, but it's smaller than our day ratings." Seokjin hissed lowly. "What show is before us?" "A cooking show, sir." Yoongi replied. "No wonder that our ratings are so low!" Seokjin yelled, slamming his fist on his desk. "No one wants to stay and watch that..."

"Do you want me to kill them?" Yoongi asked. "Yes- Aish! No!" Seokjin growled quickly. "Try to get our programs turned. Mine first, then the cooking thing." He sighed. Yoongi nodded and bowed, leaving the room.

Seokjin growled annoyed, twisting one of the rings around his fingers. "We need more contestants..." He mumbled. His right fingers thrummed on the desk as he leaned his head on his hand. "I'm getting bored."

"Well, then do something." Jimin shrugged, opening the door with little to no respect. "Pig." Seokjin spat. "Knock next time or you'll be bacon." Jimin shivered slightly and nodded. "Sorry sir, but if you're bored then just... go out! It can't be that bad right!"

Seokjin thought about it. It would give him time and am excuse to invite people to his show. He gave Jimin a brief nod. "Watch my office for me, piggy." He grinned. Jimin frowned. "I'm not that dog assistant of yours!"

"Yoongi was a wolf!" Seokjin yelled at him before he closed the door. His entire company existed of vampires or reincarnated animals. Still vampires. Jimin and Yoongi were good examples.