Ganster's Squad

Chapter 27: Drama unfolds.

Becky was outside lighting her cigarette. She enjoyed the late night breeze on her skin and the starry night. She took a puff and held it in for a couple of seconds before releasing. Smoking always calmed her nerves. That's if you didn't talk to Maite about it. She would often say that smoking is bad for you, and that the pleasure you get out of it is mostly psychological. Maite was into psychology these days, she smiled when she remembered when Maite quit smoking. She had found an article about how Freud explained addiction and she wanted to try it, it worked for her, but for some, including Becky herself, it didn't.

Becky leaned into the wall and stared at the sky, she felt exhausted. Her meeting with Hoseok didn't go as planned, not that the conversation they had in her head went any better. She sighted, if they were to work together she will have to keep separated the Hoseok she knew away from the Hoseok she met now. They were two complete personalities. She jumped out startled when Hoseok cleared his throat to get her attention. She was too caught up in her own world to notice him.

"I guess we have to talk." Hoseok said looking at her, but avoiding her eyes.

Becky scoffed, threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. She wanted to walk away from him, she wasn't ready to have that conversation.

Hoseok grabbed her arm. "Please. If I don't talk to you, Jungkook is going to flip. I don't want to get him upset."

Becky smirked. "Right. Because the possibility of pissing me off sounds more alluring. What a load of bullshit. I didn't peg you as a loyal one."

"You don't even know me."

"Oh, but I do."

"What now? How do you know me?"

"You right I don't. Just leave me alone, will you?" She ran her hand through her hair, she was tired. The last thing she wanted was to explain herself.

"I won't."

"You should. You almost caused a mass shooting. If Natasha wouldn't have had the hots for Namjoon, you'd be a corpse by now."

"I'm not afraid of her."

Becky scoffed. "You should be my dude."

Hoseok crossed his arms in his chest, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

Becky threw her hands in the air. "Fine. You want to talk? Talk. I don't have the patience to deal with your sorry ass."

"First of all, loose the god dam attitude. "

"I'm sorry, I'm not the kind of girl who bows at your feet, not matter how pretty you are."

Hoseok ignored her comment, although, he liked that she was feisty, it showed her independence. "How do you know? I just want to know. That's it. I've wrecked my brain trying to come up with an answer."

Becky shook her head, she didn't want to go there. He did had a right to know though. Maybe they can overcome the bad blood between them. "Fine. You'll get your answers. Just answer one question. Who was the first person to ever call you Hobi?"

Hoseok was surprised by her question. He hadn't thought in a long time at the person who gave him his nickname. It was a girl. He was barely starting their first year in high school when he met her. She was sweet, kind and she had a smile that would light up the entire world. It was his first best friend. Becky was her name. His eyes grew wide when he looked at her. "It can't be." He whispered. "You're not my Becky."

"And you're not my Hobi either. That seemed to answer your question. Are we done now?" She asked tapping her foot.

"How... Where... What do you mean?"