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Even the Miserable Can't Stay Miserable in the Sunshine (A VHope ff)

It's cold. It's dark. It's quiet.
Hoseok works the late shift at a local diner. The odd straggler comes in either more drunk than drunk could be, or getting off their own late shift and not wanting to go straight home to their probably 'loving' wives.
Half asleep behind the counter, chin resting on his left hand, elbow propped up by the table, he throws his towel over his right shoulder. He glances at the clock. 3:15am.
"Hey! Joe, it's my quittin' time!"
A gruff and low 'mhmm.' Resounded from the back room, meaning it was indeed, Hoseok's quitting time.

He took his time walking home, enjoying scenery and the like. He had always loved the way the city lit up at night. During the day, it's just plain old Seoul, but at night, it's like it took on a whole new meaning. Re-invents itself. Instead of being Seoul, the place he'd come to call home, it's Seoul, the city of lights, love, and adventure. He used this time alone to think about everything running through his brain. Checking his phone, he sighed. 3:32am. He picked up the pace, walking a little faster. Seoul may be the city of lights, love, and adventure at night, but it can also be extremely dangerous.

Passing multiple bars, tensing up each time, he came close to his buildings street. Up ahead, he could see a figure wobbling and swaying, clearly after drinking too much. Hoseok was careful not to startle the man as he approached from behind, so he made noise to alert the man of his presence. He dragged his feet along the sidewalk. The man jumped slightly before turning around to glance at what made the noise.
"Ah, just another shitty little-- oh, sorry, I thought you were one of the kids always causing trouble around here."
The man spoke, confusing Hoseok, with his non-slurred and perfectly pronounced speech.
"Ah. It's, um. It's okay! Uh, are-- are you okay? You seem to be stumbling a bit..."
"Nah, I'm fine. Just a little battered is all. Yeah. That's it."
"I-- well, okay... If you're sure."

Hoseok walked ahead a few feet before hearing groans of pain, and then a thump. He paid no mind at first, but it began to eat away at him. Inches from his front door, he turned around and made a mad dash to where he talked with the stranger earlier. After turning the corner he saw exactly what he didn't want to. The man had collapsed and his breathing was uneven. Panicking slightly, Hoseok hoisted the man up with whatever strength he had in him and took him to his apartment building.

"What am I doing. I don't know this man. He could be a murderer, or a stalker, or, or, or worse!"
Hoseok mumbled to himself, pacing around his living room while the man, who isn't really much of a man, lay on the couch. The boy, was younger than he was, by at least a year and was quite handsome. The boy groaned again and sat up, wide-eyed and confused. He clearly hurt his injury again by sitting up too fast, Hoseok noted, that it needs to be tended to immediately.

"Oh the kid-- or guy, from earlier. I um, how did I get here? No, wait, when did I get here? Actually, where is 'here'?" The boy spurted out in a frenzy, looking all around.
"Relax, you collapsed a couple blocks from here and I couldn't leave you there, so I carried you here. When you got here was about an hour ago, and 'here' is my humble abode. My apartment. It's not much, but it suits me. I'm Hoseok, Jung Hoseok, by the way!" He added a large smile for emphasis and to hopefully comfort the boy.

"I'm... Taehyung... Ah, Kim Taehyung... And thank you, for, you know..."
"No problem, the real problem is what you've got going on with your side--"
"It's nothing! Don't worry, I'll be going now--" he groaned as he tried to stand up and fell back down onto the couch, giving up.
"It doesn't look like nothing to me... I'll be back."
Hoseok headed toward the bathroom to get his first aid kit and a damp wash cloth. Returning to the living room he saw no trace of the boy he brought in except for the indent where he once sat on the couch. Hoseok ran to the door of his apartment and saw Taehyung sat on the floor holding his sides in front of it.

Sighing he helped the boy back to the couch and quickly lifted up the side of his shirt to assess the damage.
"That is definitely not 'nothing'..." He stated after seeing large yellow, green, black and purple bruises with cuts and burn marks all throughout."
"HEY!"
"Please just... Let me help. I won't ask questions. You can tell me on your own, but for now, I suggest you lie down and let me help you."
"... Fine... Thank you..."
With that, Hoseok started cleaning the wounds, attending to the burns, and wrapping bandages around Taehyung's torso. His well-toned torso too, Hoseok noted once more.