Paid Savior || JJK FF

Come back

"It's all my fault" Hoseok scratched his head looking down at the surface of the table instead of looking at me. I sniffed and wiped my eyes smiling a little finding him adorable for saying something untrue. "It's not" I sniffed again. 

"If I didn't suggest you to Jin...you wouldn't have become a suggestion and none of this would've happened" he sighed suddenly hitting his hand against of the table. A big bang can be heard throughout Hoseoks house, honestly I could feel the anger boiling in him from where I sit. 

"It's my fault for giving in" I slowly slithered my hand on top of his, careful not to scare him more. His only reaction was when he flipped his hand to where he lightly grabbed it and rubbed the top of my hand in comforting strokes. 

"I'm sorry...I should've stopped him" Hoseok whimpered, lifting my hand and pecking it allowing his tears to fall. "Don't cry Hoseok or else I'll start crying" I spoke getting up from my seat and hugging him from the back all while he kept holding my hand. 

"I saw the guy that recorded you three, I didn't think much about it until I was passing by your school in the car and saw the students painting stuff on cardboard. They lifted it and I wanted to run them over" he lifted his hand up. I leaned down pressing the side of my head against his. He ran his hand through my hair. I never realised how much Hoseok cared for me until now. 

"If I just broke his phone before he posted it onto the schools website...you won't have to go through hell like I did" his tears flowed all imbedded with memories of his past. Hoseok, he's a fighter. All his life he's been one and if I hadn't met him through dad, I wouldn't have gotten this far through life. He's like my literal beckon of hope. 

Hoseok, he's been known as the fuckboy of the school I'm attending. People don't really like him still and teachers obviously hated him. Apparently he wasn't actually a fuckboy, because he was drugged at a party he attended with a girl he liked a lot. She drugged him with the drink she gave him. 

Then the next morning he found himself covered in hickeys naked with a lot of girls with no clothes around him. He couldn't remember what happened that night but after he went home he just wanted to sleep. He went to school and people started calling him something he isn't. 

He tried explaining that he was drugged but nothing worked so he just let them do as pleased. Even to the point people paid him to have a night after hearing the girls who basically raped him brag about how good he is all the time at the school. He graduated but his parents chased him out right after because they were ashamed. 

Thats when my father popped in. I was in freshman year when dad and him got acquainted. They did a lot of bad things, it scared me when we first met when I was only 16 and he was 21. 

Dad disappeared which left me with my mom. Mom left. Hoseok was my last resort. In the first half year of my freshman year I was homeless and kept bugging Hoseok to let me stay with him until I was 17 to work and finally he let me in for sophomore year. In the beginning it was awkward and we both HATED each other but then we grew to love each other. Scary way of meeting if I do say so myself. Honestly though, Hoseok is the only thing I'm grateful dad did for me. 

"I can survive" I smiled kissing Hoseoks cheek. "If you did, so can I" I wiped my tears. It was only signs but when I was finally noticed by others brought joy but when they only noticed me as a whore really hurt. I couldn't help but feel like I was being dragged by my own demons. I signed up for this, I have to go through it. For Jungkook. For myself. And for Hoseok. These will be my only reasons for going through school with all these messed up people. 

"Call me immediately if they harm you in any way, I won't hesitate to break bones again" He growled. Yeah, Hoseok can fight. How else do you think he survived high school when buff taekwondo guys girlfriends used Hoseok as an excuse to break up with them all the time? He dances, so he has complete control over his movements. He works out. So he has good stamina. Plus my dad taught him how to fight. My dad, he was the scariest person on this planet to me.