Ganster's Squad

Chapter 33: Morning.

Becky saw Hoseok going outside and she followed him. She couldn't believe that he agreed to be her friend so fast. "Morning." There had to be something behind it.

Hoseok turned around and smiled. "Morning. How did you sleep?"

She shrugged. "Good enough. I wanted to talk about last night."

"What about?"

"I think you gave in too soon."

Hoseok took a deep breath and looked at the clear sky. It was going to be a great day, he could sense it. "I know that I said we're going to be friends, I still don't trust you."

Becky smiled, but her eyes were sad. "You don't have to. I'm not asking for your trust, Hoseok. All I'm asking is to stop treating me like I want to destroy your life. I have no intention to do that."

He could sense that she told the truth. Somehow, it made him sad. The look in her eyes was hurting him and he didn't know why. The need to protect her resurfaced. Maybe he can learn from her to let go. He should give her a chance to prove herself. "I believe you. You can call me Hobi again, I don't mind."

"Maybe one day."

For some reason he felt disappointed. He liked the way his nickname sounded on her lips. "I have trust issues, and you can't blame me for that."

"I don't blame you. I think is just sad that you choose to live in the past. You can't reject people when they want to get close to you."

"How did you manage to get through... your issues?" he didn't want to relive her history, he didn't want to know her story. He might end up looking for the guy who broke her spirit.

Becky smirked and turned her back on him. The truth was, she didn't. As him, she had trust issues too, though her list was way longer than his. Beside the trust issues, she lost her self confidence, she felt like a constant failure and most of the times, she felt weak and alone. She was fighting everyday to become the best version of herself, to grow as a person. Even though many things terrified her and kept her awake at night, she grabbed the tiniest hope she managed to find in herself and fight back.

Becky shrugged. She was doing everything she could to keep her life afloat. She couldn't give up now. "Just mind over matter, I guess." How could she explain better? She thought that as long as you don't constantly think about it, it becomes easier with time.

Hoseok was proud of her for overcoming her past. He could only guess how hard it was for her, especially since her parents weren't by her side. He owed it to her to talk to them. He would search for them and hold them accountable for her misery. Hoseok blamed them for everything she went through. They weren't the parents of the year, you couldn't even call them that. His mother constantly worried about Becky, as she liked her. Thinking about his mother at some point he will have to tell her that Becky returned in his life.

Natasha turned and tossed, until she finally got tired of trying to go back to sleep. She slapped herself. "I'm so stupid." she whispered into the empty room. "How could I show him my sensitive side? He will think now that I'm useless and fake." she covered herself with the blanket, wishing for the ground to swallow her alive. She didn't want to face him. Her phone rang, she got a text from Shownu. He had information regarding the girls. She pushed her problems aside and got up from the bed. The girls were the most important thing at the moment. She hoped she could get to them as soon as possible, praying for their well being.

Namjoon was pacing back and forth in front of her door. He wanted to knock on it, however, he didn't know what to say to her. He enjoyed their time last night, and he wasn't ready to let her leave. He shook his head. "I'm acting like an idiot. She might not even like me." He thought to himself. There was something deep down in him that was fighting to get to the surface. He wondered what it was. Whenever he was spending time with her, he felt comfort, like he could lower his guard and speak his mind without the fear of being judged. She never once looked at him with pity or disappointment. Her eyes were always filled with an emotion he couldn't name. He had seen it only in his brothers eyes, something similar to caring. When he heard steps coming closer to the door, he bolted to the kitchen.