Ships in the Night | BxB

7. I'm Always a Good Boy

7. I'm Always a Good Boy

That night, before going to sleep, I make my way to my dorm's roof to make a call to my mother. I haven't seen much of Jimin since lunch, and perhaps that's why I'm feeling a bit lonely.

Seven has a roof garden, and that's one of the reasons why it's the most prestigious dorm in the school. Jimin brought me here  on one of my earlier days. I have been coming back when I need to spend some time alone and to call my parents and friends back home.

The scenery is great, with green woods surrounding the school on all directions. It's like Beachwood High is situated in an entire suburb of its own, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Mum picks up the phone on the second ring. She goes right into scolding mode.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed right now?"

I chuckle, a warmth spreading in my chest just from the sound of her voice.

"Not for another ten minutes," I reply, glancing at my wrist watch.

Her insisting that I go to bed before 10 pm each night is one of the earliest memories I have of her. It could have made me dislike her. It had been a few years of it being just me and dad. But she always paid me such attention even when she was just dating him, before they got engaged, and I took a liking to her fast.

Each time she came over, she would tuck me in just in time and softly pat my hair until I feel asleep. I loved it each time she scolded Dad for his apparent lack of parenting skills whenever he allowed me to watch late night games with him.

I knew some of my past school mates who didn't like it when their parents started going out with someone else after a divorce, but I had taken to Zula right away.

Maybe it's because from the moment Dad brought her home the first time, the house didn't feel as empty as it had for a while. I have never regretted liking her.

"I've not gotten any calls from the office, so I assume you're being a good boy?" she teases.

"Maaaa!" I whine. "I'm always a good boy!"

She makes a 'mmh' sound, as if she can't quite agree. I know she's just doing it to infuriate me.

We talk about how I'm doing and how dad's doing. As I expected, she cuts off the call at exactly 10 o'clock and tells me to go to bed. After the call, I feel lightheaded. Lightheaded enough that I plan to swing by Jimin's room just to say goodnight. I mean, he's always coming to my room. Maybe it's time I returned the favour.

"Momma's boy, huh?"

The sudden voice startles me, and I turned around. My phone slips from my fingers and lands a few feet away.

Hoseok is there, smiling at me. For a second, or two, or ten, I forget about my poor phone.

I forget about it and stared at the pure masculine perfection standing in front of me. With his tie loose around his neck and his hands stuck in his uniform slacks' pockets.

The moonlight on his face highlights his jaw. Was it always that defined?

He must have noticed the look on my face but misinterpreted it because he says, "Just kidding. I call my mother a lot too."

I blink, swallow, then bend to pick my phone.

At the same time that he does.

Our hands brush as we both reach for it. He let's me have it.

Why does he look so different in the moonlight? Not that he doesn't look like a snack the rest of the time. Jung Hoseok is a hot one, that's for certain. I just thought I was more attracted to his boyfriend, not him.