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Hoseok's POV - Present
Hoseok wakes up before the 6:00AM alarm even starts to ring. He stretches his arms and crack his neck while he waits for the time to change from 6:59AM to 7:00AM. The alarm rings and he immediately turns it off and takes the sheets out, puts his feet inside the sandals beside his bed and gets off. A smile showing all the time while doing this.
And he does it like this always.
It feels like his life has been so good and he doesn't have any regrets, he likes the comfort of his home, he likes his job and he loves going out and do grocery shopping. He is a simple man.
Hoseok is in the bathroom now, brushing his teeth while humming a song he's been listening to lately. While he still is brushing his teeth he goes around the kitchen to start his breakfast before going to work. Two boiled eggs, two toasted bread and a cup of coffee.
He leaves the eggs boiling, the coffee in the stove and the bread inside the toaster. He goes back to finish getting ready and he does it in time with the toaster, as soon as the 'ping' sounded he finished on his shoe lace and was ready to eat.
This is a routine for working days, but on his day off he is either fixing something at home or doing grocery shopping or just walking around the city to see things or (this is his favorite one) going out with his son.
Yes, Hoseok has a son. He was once married with a woman, thinking it was the best for him and his family but he discovered that he wasn't happy with her in that house, even though she gave him the gift of having a son, which he would do anything for his baby, but he wasn't feeling comprehended, loved, listened while living with her, so he decided to get a divorce and just move on.
They made an agreement that Yoongi will visit his dad once a week, and has been like that for 13 years now and he feels good with that, he can see his son at least once a week.
Hoseok finishes his breakfast and clean the dirty dishes, he then picks up his bag along with his keys and exits the house not before locking it.
He walks down the path towards the building not too far away from where his home is, that's his workplace. The Seoul Taxi Association, yes, he's a taxi driver and he likes the job. He gets to know so many different people who tell their stories to him, he laughs with them, share his favorite candies with the passengers, give and receive advices. It's wonderful.
And in conclusion, he loves his job.
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FLASHBACK - Past
Hoseok walks through a flower field with yellow flowers, only the yellow petals are visible and the green grass and roots of these.
He is wearing his school uniform and watching the sky and seeing an airplane fly by, with a sigh he starts to to speak what has been his dream for a while.
'Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome on board Seoul Airline flight 613 to Tokyo, Japan...'
He says this while standing his arms over the flowers and hands caressing carefully the petals, he can see a couple of butterflies flying around and he smiles at that.
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Arriving to the little town he passes in front of Mrs. Sang antique shop. She sees him and speaking to himself and greets him.
'Hoseok-ssi, good morning! How are you?'
Hoseok stops and turns around with a smile and greets her back.
'Mrs. Sang, good morning! I'm good, and you?' He says with a kind and polite voice. Gentle as ever, Mrs. Sang thinks.
'I'm good as well, Hoseok-ssi. Have a good day!' She says and smiles at him.
'Thank you, you too Mrs. Sang, bye!' He says, Hoseok turns around and continue his speech, memorized by now.
'You are on Seoul Airline flight 613. I'll be your flight attendant today...'
He walks through the path towards his home, getting farther away from the town where he was before.
'My name is Jung Hoseok. According to forecasts, we should have a nice weather for most of out flight.'
Hoseok laughs and starts running around pretending to be an airplane and continuing his memorized speech.
'But please keep your seat belts fastened while seated, as we may still be experiencing some sudden rough air or turbulences.'
He runs to a little table on the path and gets on top of it, he looks up to the sky to watch an airplane flying just above his head. An hopeful smile appears in his face and then he screams:
’Attention, please!'
END OF FLASHBACK
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