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{Who laughs the last Laugh?}
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A young boy, sitting in his garden, listening to music, and counting the grass on the ground.

His cute heart-shaped lips were cascaded in a pout, making him look more adorable.

Though, if someone had the ability to understand his thoughts, they would have seen the darkness itself.

The kid wasn't happy.

He was angry, sad, and depressed.

He was listening to the music to distract himself from the screams that came from the drawing room of the enormous mansion.

His parents were yelling unholy profanities at each other, his mother crying her eyes out, his father throwing shade at her.

It wasn't a suprise for the boy whenever that one 'mean lady' came to his house and clinged to his father, making his mother sad. Though, he didn't like it. He hated that woman for making his mom suffer, and his dad to even support it.

He also hated the three kids the mean lady would bring along. They were Her sons, so it meant they would be like her.

That kid didn't expect any of them to like him back, but weirdly enough, the youngest among them adored him more than he adored his own brothers.

He was startled when the young boy jumped in front of him with his ridiculous grin and spoke, "How are you doing, Hyung?"

The kid wanted to rip the guts out of the boy. He was jealous. How could he be so happy?

The kid stood up, making the younger one sulk, and glared at him. "Stay away from me, you insect!"

The best insult a ten year old could give.

The eight year old started crying, making his other two brothers step in.

"Hey, you should at least speak to him softly. He admi—"

"I honestly don't care." the kid snarled back.

"Behav—"

A high pitched scream halted the scene along the kids as they all looked at each other with wide eyes, before dashing into the house together.

The kid was the fastest to run, and the oldest among them had to stop the youngest from witnessing anything he shouldn't.

The kid stopped breathing when he reached the place.

There his father, was straggling his mother to death, choking her with his hands and draining all the blood and soul out her body.

His eyes widened as he staggered back and gasped. Tears formed in his eyes, and he cursed at himself.

His mother died in front of him, and he couldn't do anything.

The kid was dead inside.

He couldn't sleep at night after that.

Jung Hoseok, was dead in feelings.

He blamed all of the blame on the three brothers, whose mother got whatever she wanted.

He hated to see them happy, but at last, who was he to care?

Jung Hoseok was already dead anyways.

"He lost everything, and gave up. He gave up on his dreams and chased for something different from everyone's expectations." Taehyung looked at you as he spoke.

You looked up, "What was his dream?"

A small smile tugged on his lips, "Dancing."

Your eyes widened, like you had seen a ghost itself, "Dancing?"

I saw him dancing in my dream...

"Yeah, weird, right?" Taehyung chuckled. "A guy as rude as Hoseok, dancing. You know, he was the best soul out there. He wasn't what he is now."

You stared at the ground, "So you mean he was the opposite of what he is now?"

"Yeah. You get it."

A silence fell over the two of you, as both of you took a moment of break to recollect your thoughts.

"Taehyung? Do you think Jimin is looking for me?"

At that, Taehyung's face paled.

"Of course he is. And you know what scares me? That he might take you away from Hoseok, permanently."

Your breath hitched and you coughed softly, "What?! No! No, no! I will take care of that!"

A moment of silence, before you again looked at Taehyung.

"Taehyung?"

"Hmm?"

"What do you think Hoseok might be doing at the moment?"

Taehyung looked up at you.

Hoseok was rocking back and forth, curled up in a ball, tears rolling down his face as he imagined the worst of scenarios about his brother and beloved.

So stupid of me, if hadn't I been so careless, they would be here. She would be here in my arms.

A ugly sob escaped Hoseok's lip, as he imagined you being hurt again by strange and unknown men, how they would be touching you, making you feel humiliated and insecure.

That night, Hoseok was successfully grabbed his enemy men and being held down, as he saw his loved faint in the arms of his brother, who successfully caught her, and being knocked down as well.

Hoseok was sure he was never so much in pain before. The way a terrifying scream escaped his mouth from the core of his heart, his throat perched and becoming sore, he was in immense pain.

He cared about no one at the moment.

He didn't care about what Jimin would do to him. He didn't care about what Jin would yell at him about.

He just cared about you and Taehyung.

You weren't in front of him, smiling and teasing him by calling him different names which he actually quite enjoyed.

He missed the feeling of your skin against his, the feeling of your lips against his, the feeling of your body being wrapped in his arms securely and safely.

He wanted nothing.

No fame.

No money.

No sex.

Nothing.

He wanted just one person—you.

He knew Taehyung would somehow survive there, but knowing about how weak you were, Hoseok couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, the door of the room, where Hoseok was being kept captive, opened and stepped in a Bitch.

Yeah, Bitch.

Seohyun looked at Hoseok's condition before walking over to him and craddled his body.

Hoseok was so much in his thoughts and trauma, he didn't even notice Seohyun holding him until she spoke up.

"Hoseokie~"

Hoseok flinched and snapped out of his trance. He glared at Seohyun, before pushing her away from him.

He stood up and dusted his clothes, a disgusted expression on his face.

He glared up at Seohyun once again.

"You bitčh. How dare you touch me with your filthy hands?" he snarled.

Seohyun swore she had never been so scared before.

"Hose—"

"Who said you could say my name from that disgusting mouth of yours?" Hoseok snarled once again.

"Wha—"

"You did this! You're the reason I'm so hurt! The Fučk you mean when you say you love me?! What is this?! A cringey korean drama?!"

Seohyun gaped at Hoseok, before a droplet of tears landed on her cheek. "What are you saying, Hoseok? I love you. More than anyone!"

"Oh? Is that why I'm crying here?! You think you taking away my love from me would make me fall for you? Hah! Keep dreaming, Choi Seohyun. Keep fascinating."

Hoseok stepped closer to Seohyun with a glare of death, "I'm Jung Hoseok, and I belong to only one person in this world. That person is, Park Ji-ae. I will never be yours."

Seohyun staggered back, until her back hit the wall.

"You hate me so much..."

"Not my fault you're so dense. I have been telling you that for quite a long time, Seohyun." Hoseok rolled his eyes.

"But—"

"I don't wanna see your face. Piss off."

"SHUT UP!" Seohyun yelled.

Hoseok glanced at her with wide eyes.
"You are mine! I was there when you were gaping depression, Hoseok! Not that girl whom you die for! I'm the one who helped you stand up—"

"And now you're the one pushing me back." Hoseok spat coldly.

Seohyun blinked, "What do you mean by that? I love you, I would never do that. It's her who has been pushing you down. Don't you think? Ever since she entered your life, you have face those brothers of yours daily, you're not able to fulfil your desires as you wish and you break down more than anything."

Hoseok stepped away when Seohyun tried to touch him, "Don't touch me—"

"You love my touch, Hoseok. You love how I make you feel. Just accept it. The one you're fighting for, isn't here right now. You've no one to lean onto. There's only me—"

"—on whom I will never lean on." Hoseok cut her off. Seohyun pursed Her lips on anger.

"Yeah, ever since Ji-ae entered my life, I had changed. Yes, I have to see those faces of my brothers, but I don't feel hurt or hate when I see them...I feel like I'm home. Yeah, I break down more, and believe me, it makes me feel so light hearted. The burden of sadness just getting off your chest is such a nice feeling, you would never understand."

Hoseok had a small smile on his face, "Her presence made me realise that there is still some hope for me to be happy instead of being a loner and turn into a pathetic psycho like you."

Seohyun glared at him, her emotions inside killing her, "You're gonna regret ignoring me, Jung Hoseok."

Hoseok gave her the same look, just, a bit more scary, "Try me."

"Oh, I will. You're girl is gonna suffer." Seohyun smirked.

Hoseok smirked back, "My girl is strong."

"Hmm, Okay."

Hoseok chuckled darkly, before snarling at Seohyun, "Let's see who laughs the last laugh."

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I'm sorry if I didn't give you to well written past as you expected.

:(

It's just that, it's written according to the plot.

Love you!

Aurora!