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“SNU is your ticket off the streets, kid.” A police officer held him by the hood as he dragged him through the motel he was currently living in with his father. “Use that ticket wisely, and stay out of trouble!”
“See you next week, chief.” Hoseok shot him an infamous smile, wincing at the eartwist he received shortly after.
“I mean it, kid. Tell your dad I stopped by.” The officer handed him a bag of fruits before leaving. Hoseok stared down at the bag, feeling his mouth water already, but he needed to wait a bit to eat.
“Hoseok, is that you?: a gruff voice erupted inside the motel room before the door opened. A smile made its way to the red head’s face as he watched his father’s figure emerge from the broken down room. “So, how’d the auditions go?”
“Dad, you are now facing a future SNU student!” Hoseok smiled brightly, pulling a pamphlet out of his back pocket. “Since the school is going to provide for me, I can finally get a part time job and get a better home for you to live in.”
“Son, this is the best news ever! Let’s celebrate.” His father walked back in the room, grabbing his worn out jacket and wallet before locking the door behind him.
The diner was busy with many students and business people who can’t make dinner for themselves. Hoseok munched on his fries, dipping it in his milkshake. His father settled for some chicken and beer, smiling dearly at his son.
“Your mother would be so proud of you, son. I’m proud of you.” He said with a tear falling from his eye. Hoseok smiled sadly. “Anyways.” His father clapped his hands together, grabbing a glass for Hoseok. “Enough of the emotional stuff, how about your first sip of beer with the old guy, huh?” He chuckled hoarsely, pouring a bit of the alcohol in the younger’s cup.
“Here's to SNU!” Hoseok clanked his glass with his father before turning his face away and covering his mouth from his fathers sight, downing the glass of beer. This will be the last time he sees his father struggle, his last time living like a nobody.
The halls were packed with freshmen saying goodbye to their parents and greeting their friends. Hoseok dragged his suitcase through the worn out corridors, dodging people and random shit they’re throwing around in the air. He smiled and bopped his head to the music playing.
1813.
Deep breaths, you’ve got this in the bag. It’s a walk in the park, just say hi and maybe smile a bit. Hoseok walked in, scanning the dorm. A small living room and kitchen with a bathroom down the hall, separated between two bedrooms.
“Hello?” No response. “Hmm, I must be the first one here.” Hoseok shrugged, opening the door on the right side which had nothing in it. When he opened the left door, everything was untouched yet he saw a suitcase already inside.
After unpacking everything, since he only had a bit of clothes, he decided to roam the halls and get used to his surroundings. First he walked down stairs, where a fountain sat in the center, the water filled with coins that carried a million dreams.
He then walked towards the performing arts Center, taking in the beauty of the building as he sat out front. This is it Hoseok, your dreams will finally come true. He entered, gaping in awe at the large stage before it suddenly lit up.
That had to be the most beautiful person he had ever seen. His cheeks were chubby but his jaw was sharp, he could play the violin with such grace. The piece he was playing was dramatic yet so depressing, something to vent every single pent up frustration into the bow of the instrument, though he still looked graceful with his brows furrowed.
The encore in the background fit perfectly with every note played, not a single flaw in sight. That wasn’t until the music stopped abruptly, snapping Hoseok out of his peaceful reverie.
“How did you find me? Do you want an autograph to keep quiet or are you perfectly capable of shutting up yourself.” The voice snapped, sharp and arrogant.
“Well playing in the center of the stage isn’t exactly hiding away, is it?” Hoseok snapped back, and lord did he regret it because the males features suddenly turned dark.
“Just come clean and admit you were spying on me.” The ‘angel’ bit back, packing his violin in the case. “What? Did Sangmin send you? I must say, he’s really losing class for his spies, he probably picked you up from the side of the road. How pathetic.” A scoff. The arrogance in his voice threw Hoseok off. “Tell him to fuck off!”
“Hey! You have no right to speak to me like that! You-you self entitled prince!” Hoseok shouted back, standing in a mom pose. “Listen to me- whoever you are- I am not a person to be messed with, I will make you suffer!”
“Did you just threaten me?”
“Yeah! And what about it?”
“You, some loser, just threatened me, Park Jimin?” Another scoff. Hoseok didn’t back down, his glare still strong.
“Well Park whatever, not everyone is interested in you or obsessed with you!” Hoseok spat, turning on his heel to walk back to the dormitory. Such a self-centered jerk! Park Jimin, we are now officially enemies.
“Hey, I’m not done with you!” Jimin said, picking his violin case up as he sprinted towards the red head.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Jimin said, watching the figure on the shared couch turn around with a wild expression. “Get the fuck out of my dorm you weird stalker dude!” Jimin shrieked, the vein on his forehead popping at the growing frustrations.
“This is my dorm! You leave.” Hoseok snapped back, his red air dripping from the shower he had just finished.
“You’ve taken it too far, this whole spy thing has got to stop. Leave or I’ll call the security!” Jimin shouted, shooting a glare at the people in the hallway that clearly can’t mind their own business.
“I’m not going anywhere, arrogant asshole!” A strangled gasp came from Jimin’s end as he clutched his chest.
“You take that back,” he said with a wild expression. Hoseok poked his tongue at him as Jimin muttered a soft “childish” under his breath.
“Or what?”
“Or I will unleash hell upon you and make your life miserable–
“I’d like to see you try, pup.” Hoseok snickered, motioning towards Jimin’s tiny figure. “I bet you can’t even reach my face if you tried.” He mocked, not minding the way Jimin’s glare turned darker as he placed the violin case down on the floor.
During all the cackling laughter, Hoseok was suddenly on the floor within a split-second. His face ached as it slowly turned red.
“Awe. Lost your balance there, pup?” Jimin snickered, watching Hoseok lay on the ground defenselessly, accepting his fate.
“You asshole, I hope your bow snaps!” Another strangled gasp as Jimin scrambled to grab his violin case before Hoseok could. The red head walked in his room to grab the pair of scissors out of his luggage, now walking out with an evil grin.
“No! Anything but my precious baby.” Jimin squealed whilst running all around the small dining table before launching towards the couch as Hoseok sprinted after him (don’t run with scissors kids (; ).
“Pup, I only want to play.” Hoseok faked innocence as he walked through the warzone that is currently his dorm. “Jimin-ah~ Come out to play~”.
All the while, Jimin sat against the back of the sofa, panting in sacred silence. He pursed his lips, thinking that Hoseok finally gave up. He peeked around the sofa, nothing. With a sigh he sprinted towards the door.
“You’re demented if you think I’m going to share a dorm with you!” He shouted as he ran out the door. A faint “Good riddance” was shouted after him.
“He’s rude and inconsiderate of others feelings!” Hoseok whined into the phone to his father.
“You’ve got to look at it from his point of view, Son. From what I’ve heard, he’s got quite the reputation, the youngest male to perform at Seoul’s Lotte Auditorium at the age of 16.”
“That doesn’t give him the right to speak to me like that.”
“Just hear him out, make him something hot to eat and apologize. He has a good enough reason to act like that, bad people are always after him.”
“Fine, I gotta go now, pops.”
“I love you, son.”
“Love you too, Old man.” Hoseok smiled, hanging the phone up.
“You’ve got to go back, my roommate is kind of introverted.” Namjoon shot Jimin a pitiful glance as he motioned towards the mint haired male who’s still blushing.
“Just one night, and I will be out of your way. Please, hyung.” Jimin pleaded, clutching the violin case against his chest. With one more sigh, Namjoon nodded.
“Just one night and then you go back to your lovely roommate.”
“Lovely? He is the devil-incarnate!”
Hoseok finished cooking the ramen, dividing them into two separate bowls. He waited for Jimin to come back to the dorm. Half an hour went by, then an hour. Then one hour turned into 4 hours and Hoseok was growing tired as he watched the clock strike 1am in the morning.
“This is the last time I’m doing something nice for that prick.” Hoseok Yawned as he packed the ramen in a container and walked to his bedroom.