Fasten your seatbelts bitches, because I'm the narrator you're stuck with for this whole story.
You see that boy there with the red hair and beautiful nose? Yeah, that's Hoseok. Pretty important to our story. He's a loud ball of sunshine, and pretty much the Yang in this cliché story.
He's on his daily run, which he's about 3/4 done with already. But that doesn't matter-
(2) Oh shut up, hyung. Anyways, I'm your other narrator, the better and more experienced one. Let's continue.
Hoseok's neighborhood was donut shaped, with his house in the middle. Pretty much every day he'd wake up, change, pack a tiny bag, and run around the little donut. Every day.
(1)Why does it matter if he does it everyday?! It only matters today!
(2)Hyung! It's called setting the mood!
(1)Fine! My turn. So lil' ol' Hoseokie was on his morning run and he passed by that weird creepy house. I'm sure your street has one too-
(2)You have to be more specific than that! Listen and learn...
Hoseok passed by the eerie house he did every morning, yet today he felt a weird pull towards it. The house was horrendous, boards falling off the window with blinds always shut behind them, no matter how windy. The house was painted an off white and had a grey, muddy feel over all.
(1)Ugh, so slow. Anyway, he felt pulled to the house, yadda yadda yadda, so he went up and knocked. And oh my god, you would not believe what he saw!
(2)Ohh hyung! Hyung! What'd he see?
(1)I thought you knew this story?
(2)Oh...yeah.
(1)Anyway, he knocked on the door and saw...
NOTHING.
(2)Hyung! That's not a good way of putting it! He said something!
(1)He? Who's he? OHHH. Him, yeah.
So let's continue. He saw nothing but he did hear a voice!
(2)And?
(1)Oh! Whoops, sorry.
"One minute!," Hoseok heard from inside the mysterious house.
(2)Okay hyung, can I go now?
(1)Hmph, fine.
(2)A moment later a figure emerged– an extremely pale figure, or at least thats what Hoseok could make out. He was wearing all black; a long sleeved shirt, pants, gloves, boots, hat and mask.
There was an awkward moment of silence before-
"H-hey." Hoseok greeted the person, making sure to keep up his cheerful sunshine attitude.
(1)It it my turn nowww?
(2)You had a really long turn last time! Just let me have a little more time.
(1)Fineeee.
(2)Back to the story.
The pale boy paused for a moment before speaking.
"Oh, hello. It's been a while since I had visitors, would you like to come in and have some tea?"
Hoseok was startled, not only from the response, but also from the taller's deep voice.
(1)Pleaseee?
(2)Ugh, okay.
So, Hoseok here walked into this COMPLETE STRANGER'S creepy ass house, but it was fine. Oh! They talked again! One sec...
"Excuse me, I need to change real quick. You can just sit down on the couch."
And so Hoseok waited for him to change, bla bla bla, and he came back in a pink t-shirt and jeans, barefoot too.
"I'm going to go make the tea," the stranger said.
And Hoseok didn't say anything but he waited again.
(2)My turn! Sorry hyung...
The stranger walked out with a cup in each hand. He placed them down on the coffee table and sat in the loveseat, which was next to the spot on the couch Hoseok seated himself at.
"The tea is still steeping, but in the meantime, I never caught your name."
"Jung Hoseok, and I didn't catch yours either."
"Kim Taehyung."
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You Are My Sunshine
Fanfictionkth+jhs taehyung can't go outside or else he'll be like his mom. hoseok notices and brings him some sun.
