Stormy Sunshine | JUNG HOSEOK X READER

Stormy | 1

A/N: Woo! I'm back with another story but this time, of our precious Hobi. I hope you enjoy this book!

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Y/N's POV

Carefully, I fixed the diminutive, navy badge on my dull uniform, the beige shining through. Golden, cursive writing clearly displayed my name:

Y/N Zeal - Official Lighthouse Guard. 

Night-time quickly neared. It was my 3rd shift of keeping the Zeal Lighthouse. For over many generations, my family passed down the tradition of maintaining the lighthouse, and now it was my turn.

Studying myself in the misty bedroom mirror, I nodded my head in approval and led myself downstairs to the cramped kitchen. There I found my father preparing his special trout recipe.

Mm, the typical, peppery smell of the fish tickled my senses once again. 

Taking a seat, my father finally completed the dish, serving a medium portion. It was filled with crispy, hot fillets. I licked my lips in hunger; I adored my father's cooking and this dish was one of my ultimate favourites.

"Thanks!" I smiled lightly at him, retrieving my utensils to savour the whole thing.

"You're welcome, my dear." He replied back, flopping himself opposite me, "I have something to tell you first."

"Yes?" I asked with a mouthful of trout in my mouth inelegantly.

"Since it's fishmonger Dowell's 65th birthday today, we decided to go to the bar together." He paused for a while, he then continued, "So I cannot accompany you whilst you're working. I'm so sorry, but I know you'll be fine, pet."

"No, I won't." I almost spat out my trout, "I heard it's going to be the stormiest night of the year today! I need your help, it's only my third time."

"Just remember what I taught you from yesterday and the day before." He advised, taking a sip of his mead, "What's the worst that could happen?"

"A huge ship crashing into the lighthouse." I widened my eyes dramatically as my father tittered afterwards.

"Don't be silly!" He resumed chuckling, "I'm taking one of the horses to the village tonight. Who should I pick?"

"Well, don't pick Monie. He's my favourite and is mine."

With one last giggle, my father finished relishing his plate; he was always a fast eater. Unlike him, I was slow. I always took my time; I didn't want to choke. When my father also completed his drink, he placed his glass and plate on the sink gently before heading outside. After a few moments, I finished my dish and followed him.

Only a few metres away, he unlatched the rusty gate to the stable. With short, rapid steps, I darted towards him before he could lock the gate again.

"You didn't answer my question properly. Who should I pick? There's only Tan, Holly and Mickey." My father pointed at the three other horses huddled together at the back.

Tan, a black thoroughbred, was the oldest and most experienced amongst the four of them. Holly, the brown mustang, known for her smooth, gleaming, dark mane. Finally, Mickey, a white brown-spotted appaloosa, his moves were the most graceful out of all the three. I turned my head towards the wall, glancing at the short, stocky yet adorable pony, Monie. Peacefully, he was resting near the immense pile of hay; I faintly grinned at how adorable he was.

"Pick Mickey." I eventually announced, "He seems to be in a good mood."

"True." My father nodded approvingly before ambling towards Mickey.