Hoseok was not the type of boy who cared about what others thought, he was the type of boy who would just smile and shrug, and continue doing what he loves.

Until he started being bullied.

Days and weeks went on like that, being beaten up or verbally mistreated. There was not a special reason to do so, just because they could.

He would be beaten up on the bathroom, garden and even in the dance practice room. When he talked to his parents about it they immediatly went to talk to the school's principal. He felt relieved, thinking that everything was going to stop.

But It all became worse. 

The harassment increased, the places where he would be found beaten up increased, the threatens increased. 

His fear increased. 

He only had one person whom was -in some type of way- with him, and that was Courtney.

But It was not enough, even If it was the girl he so dearly loved, It didn't felt enough.

His happiness was missing and so was his living-will. 

It was simply not enough, the support messages and talks were not enough, because when he stepped outside of his house he felt helpless. 

There was not a reason to say goodbye for him, he felt It was useless and difficult. He knew he might not be able to leave after the farewell.

So, he throwed the SIM card on the flowing water under him before deleting everything on his phone and breaking it, all ending on the deep ocean he was so lifelessly staring into, thinking If the fall would finally kill him. 

Without thinking twice, and with tears on his eyes, he started taking deep breaths along with courage.

Only to be stopped by his parents.

Hoseok cried and shouted, not because his parents were hugging and crying with him, but because he almost achieved what he so eagerly wanted.

He desperately wanted to die.

Because he was afraid of living.

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Around 15 days passed by and Hoseok was getting admitted in a new school, in a new city. 

He was feeling better, in a way. He was having appointments with a psychologist that did his work well enough. 

But Hoseok missed Courtney, he would get a phone in no time yet waiting to talk to her was killing him. 

But there was also another thing killing him, nervousness. 

In the end, the reassouring words that left his parents mouth, meant nothing. Because there was, in front of him, a boy bullying someone. 

He felt his heart stop beating the moment the dark haired figure stared at him. 

Hoseok turned around, but he was stopped.

"Hey! Aren't you the new student?" The tall boy asked. "I'm Jungkook"

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What he so eagerly wanted some days ago was gone. When he received his phone he didn't even remember Courtney. Because indeed, he didn't want to remember her.

He didn't want to remember anything sorrounding the old Hoseok. Not after that day, the day when he first beat up someone.

"Why are you so light? Hit him harder, with anger" Jungkook complained, pushing him away before kicking the person on the ground again.

That day Hoseok locked himself in the bathroom, panting and crying helplessly.

But he didn't regret it.

 Because he didn't want to live a hell again. He didn't want to cry every night, wishing the pain will be gone in the morning.

He didn't want to wish to die again. 

He wanted to fit, he wanted to be happy again, and he was going to do everything that was necessary to be so.

He was no longer the Hoseok everyone used to love and know.

Or that's what he thought...

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A/N: I cried while writing this is that normal? lmao