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Entry tags:
01: fall
Title: Fall
Author: iceasetoexist62
Pairing: J-Hope/Reader
Rating: PG15
Word count: 882
Song used: BTS - Rain
Warnings: Indirect implication of depression
Summary: Up until now, Hoseok's still wondering...
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“For today’s weather, there will be a 30 percent chance of rain all around central Seoul and a 20 percent chance on the south-west region of Korea, the rest of the areas will have 10 percent chance—“
Hoseok groaned as his sense of hearing started to function again, body still laid in a fetal position with a messed pile of fabric at the bottom of his feet. After his ears and skin, his eyes were the next to function as his once-black vision turned into something like burnt orange. Afraid to experience the pain of a bunch of light suddenly entering his eyes, he slowly opened them, again accompanied with another groan. His muscles soon followed, lazily heaving his lithe body to turn to the side, changing the dirty maroon view to a multi-colored one, a bunch of dirty white curtains, faced down photo frames, and a television turned on, which he must have forgot to turn off once again. His hand reaches for his phone in his pocket and checked the time.
9:02
Slowly he sat up with his back and shoulders slouched. He lifted his head and looked around, then furrowed his brows. “Something’s missing…” he thought, but couldn’t quite put a finger on what it is. Was it the way how someone makes breakfast at this time of day? Or someone nagging him to wake up and get ready for practices and performances? Or was it just having to wake up next to a person and how that was enough to make his day? If it was one or all of those, he will never know, and he doesn’t like the feeling of it.
With what’s left of his strength, he hoisted himself up and dragged himself to the small table, took the remote and turned the television off. Now heading for the bathroom, he takes a good look at his reflection, both Hoseok and Hoseok staring at each other blankly. Both eyes were red and swollen as if he hasn’t slept for days. After a few seconds, his gaze falters as he can’t stand looking at his reflection and feel pity towards himself.
…
It took him about an hour before he finally decided to step out of the shower and get dressed. His thoughts deafened him and the wrinkles on the tips of his fingers and toes were painful enough to remind him to snap back to reality.
“I love the water, but why is it hurting me?” his thoughts take over once again, stepping out of his apartment dressed in simple jeans, shoes with dirt on the tip and sides, and a hood hung over his head. He gets weirded-out stares from various passersby, wondering why someone would wear such a getup under the heat of day. Hoseok, however, couldn’t care less as the cold in his heart was more powerful than that of the mild summer heat, and a part of him was praying that the 30 percent he heard earlier would come true.
“It always does… I just have to believe…” He mutters to himself and before he knew it, the light from the skies have dimmed. He managed to crack a small smile in the shadow of his hood and later on a tiny drop of water landed on the back of his left palm. His footsteps don’t halt; however, as he takes a turn to the right, towards a less busy street without much sights to offer. The drops come one after another on the back of his palm, top of his head, tips of his shoes, and on the ground. Eventually, the petrichor seeps through his senses. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the scent or the instinct to find shelter but the sound of his footsteps were faster until he was running, taking a turn on the left then stopped to sit on his usual spot.
The place was surrounded by grass, a few trees, and decorated chunks of rock in designated places. Hoseok sat in front of one of the rocks, and the drops from the heavens started to pour in large amounts. He pushed his hood back and still hung his head down low. Along with the raindrops from the clouds, he also let his own drops fall from his eyes as he read and reread the name engraved on the simple and beautifully-decorated tombstone. He stayed like that for a few more minutes, and a couple few more as he waited for the 30 percent of the day to pass by.
…
With both clothes and spirit drenched, shoes filled with numerous miniature splatters of mud on the tip and sides, Hoseok walked back to the apartment, hood back on. Again, he was given strange stares from the passersby and again, he couldn’t care less. This has happened for several months now and he found no sense in feeling conscious and ashamed now.
He walks and walks until he arrives just a few meters away from his apartment when he suddenly stops in front of a puddle. The eyes of the reflection met his and he just stood there, blank and empty, and as if talking to the fallen raindrops, he mumbled a question before deciding to head off.
“Who are you falling for?”
Author: iceasetoexist62
Pairing: J-Hope/Reader
Rating: PG15
Word count: 882
Song used: BTS - Rain
Warnings: Indirect implication of depression
Summary: Up until now, Hoseok's still wondering...
--
“For today’s weather, there will be a 30 percent chance of rain all around central Seoul and a 20 percent chance on the south-west region of Korea, the rest of the areas will have 10 percent chance—“
Hoseok groaned as his sense of hearing started to function again, body still laid in a fetal position with a messed pile of fabric at the bottom of his feet. After his ears and skin, his eyes were the next to function as his once-black vision turned into something like burnt orange. Afraid to experience the pain of a bunch of light suddenly entering his eyes, he slowly opened them, again accompanied with another groan. His muscles soon followed, lazily heaving his lithe body to turn to the side, changing the dirty maroon view to a multi-colored one, a bunch of dirty white curtains, faced down photo frames, and a television turned on, which he must have forgot to turn off once again. His hand reaches for his phone in his pocket and checked the time.
9:02
Slowly he sat up with his back and shoulders slouched. He lifted his head and looked around, then furrowed his brows. “Something’s missing…” he thought, but couldn’t quite put a finger on what it is. Was it the way how someone makes breakfast at this time of day? Or someone nagging him to wake up and get ready for practices and performances? Or was it just having to wake up next to a person and how that was enough to make his day? If it was one or all of those, he will never know, and he doesn’t like the feeling of it.
With what’s left of his strength, he hoisted himself up and dragged himself to the small table, took the remote and turned the television off. Now heading for the bathroom, he takes a good look at his reflection, both Hoseok and Hoseok staring at each other blankly. Both eyes were red and swollen as if he hasn’t slept for days. After a few seconds, his gaze falters as he can’t stand looking at his reflection and feel pity towards himself.
…
It took him about an hour before he finally decided to step out of the shower and get dressed. His thoughts deafened him and the wrinkles on the tips of his fingers and toes were painful enough to remind him to snap back to reality.
“I love the water, but why is it hurting me?” his thoughts take over once again, stepping out of his apartment dressed in simple jeans, shoes with dirt on the tip and sides, and a hood hung over his head. He gets weirded-out stares from various passersby, wondering why someone would wear such a getup under the heat of day. Hoseok, however, couldn’t care less as the cold in his heart was more powerful than that of the mild summer heat, and a part of him was praying that the 30 percent he heard earlier would come true.
“It always does… I just have to believe…” He mutters to himself and before he knew it, the light from the skies have dimmed. He managed to crack a small smile in the shadow of his hood and later on a tiny drop of water landed on the back of his left palm. His footsteps don’t halt; however, as he takes a turn to the right, towards a less busy street without much sights to offer. The drops come one after another on the back of his palm, top of his head, tips of his shoes, and on the ground. Eventually, the petrichor seeps through his senses. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the scent or the instinct to find shelter but the sound of his footsteps were faster until he was running, taking a turn on the left then stopped to sit on his usual spot.
The place was surrounded by grass, a few trees, and decorated chunks of rock in designated places. Hoseok sat in front of one of the rocks, and the drops from the heavens started to pour in large amounts. He pushed his hood back and still hung his head down low. Along with the raindrops from the clouds, he also let his own drops fall from his eyes as he read and reread the name engraved on the simple and beautifully-decorated tombstone. He stayed like that for a few more minutes, and a couple few more as he waited for the 30 percent of the day to pass by.
…
With both clothes and spirit drenched, shoes filled with numerous miniature splatters of mud on the tip and sides, Hoseok walked back to the apartment, hood back on. Again, he was given strange stares from the passersby and again, he couldn’t care less. This has happened for several months now and he found no sense in feeling conscious and ashamed now.
He walks and walks until he arrives just a few meters away from his apartment when he suddenly stops in front of a puddle. The eyes of the reflection met his and he just stood there, blank and empty, and as if talking to the fallen raindrops, he mumbled a question before deciding to head off.
“Who are you falling for?”