C H A P T E R T H I R T Y

R E D

After the disappearance of Seokjin, Hoseok laid in the bed at the hotel, breathing almost heavily but slowly as tears started to ripple in his dark brown eyes at the memory of his husband loving him. The sun descended leaving nothing but complete darkness draping the city's streetlight's as cars zoomed through the road, a train whistled as it speeded in a flash, interrupting the silence that had consumed Hoseok.

Even if the love wasn't pure love, even if it was just fake love—it seemed like dark red blood dripped down the frame of flowers pictured in it . . . white flowers. He sighed a heavy sigh, hoisted to his feet, shoving his hands in the pocket of his grey jacket and walked towards the large glass window, seeing the city life pass by with each quick, alarming noises reaching his ear.

Him.

He could only think of him, wishing on a scar was a star, but reverted back to a scar.

Seokjin had left a scar on Hoseok's heart.

And he was determined to stitch the other's sudden change of heart.