Hoseok
How long can we handle everything?
How far our hope last?
What if we burst out?
What will happened to us?
He's in a midst of calm black water, sitting on a chair that is embellished with golden adornments. The place was caliginous too, making it more desolated and lonely.
But where is he? In his dreams? Or maybe in his agony of psyche?
He's been dealing it for to long, melancholia that change him, from a joyous person to a sad dejected soul.
He tends to hide it to himself. He don't want everyone to be bothered by he's so-called-rubbish.
But no. It wasn't a piffle situation of him. It wasn't just a usual difficulty that would be deftly resolved after few ticks in the clock. It wasn't a nervous feeling that would be fathomed by just a couple of breathes.
No, it wasn't.
He tried to extricate a boy before from his distress, his anguish. He wanted to help him even though he can't help him himself.
But he failed to. He failed to help him.
Why do he wants to help him when he can't help himself? Why do he wanted to save the boy on falling to horrendous fate when he to is close on fatal void.
Because,
He used to be innocent.
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𝑫𝑬𝑪𝑰𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 • BTS
FanficMy body, mind and soul, I know well they're all yours, This is a spell that will punish me. by _solhope ²⁰²⁰
