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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 10 - The Second Victim

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.5k words

Chapter 10 - The Second Victim

Hyo Bin was sick with the flu for the next three days, causing you to have to miss work to take care of her. You were hoping she would be better before going to her father's. The last thing you wanted was to hear him complain if he got sick, though you would only consider it karma for his idiocy. So, you spent day and night with Hyo Bin, calming her down, sleeping with her, trying your best to feed her either food or medicine, whatever she would take in without a fuss. Min Ja was worried and tried to do her best to help, like giving Hyo Bin her favorite doll whenever she was crying for it, and she even told Taehyung what happened when he called to check up on your guys. She was actually doing that now, sitting in the living room while you tried soothing a fussy Hyo Bin in the kitchen.

“Mommy is with Hyo Bin now.” Min Ja said.

“Yeah?” Taehyung hummed. “Is she still really sick?”

“Mommy said she’s getting a bit better. But I think she’s lying.” Taehyung chuckled a bit.

“Well I hope she’s telling the truth. You want Hyo Bin to get better soon, right?”

“Yeah.” She admitted. “She’s crying a lot every night and Mommy has to uhm…. Mommy has to sit with her all night.”

“Well ask if Mommy wants me to come over.” Min Ja turned to you, seeing you rub Hyo Bin’s back as she began to finally soothe and fall asleep.

“Mommy-.” Min Ja looked over to you.

“Tell Uncle Tae I’m not letting him get sick!” You said, frowning. That was the fifth time you had said to him over the past few days.

“Mommy said no.” Min Ja repeated and heard Taehyung let out a chuckle.

“Well don’t tell Mommy, but I’ll try and come over in a few days when I have a free day.” He said. Min Ja nodded as if he could see her nonverbal response. “Alright, I need to go. Tell Mommy and Hyo Bin goodbye, okay?”

“Okay, bye-bye Uncle Tae.” She said, before hanging up the phone. She got off the couch, heading towards you and setting the phone on the counter. She saw Hyo Bin was asleep. “Is she really better, Mommy?”

“Almost.” You responded. “The last of the flu is coming out of her now. Her fever will be broken soon and she can come back to daycare.”

“Miss. Yun Yun misses her.” Min Ja added.

“I know she does, sweetie.” You said. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to play with you too much.” Min Ja offered a slight, almost sad nod at the realization that it had been a good three days since you had done much of anything other than holding your sobbing and hacking toddler. “Mommy must look like a crazy lady, huh?” Min Ja giggled a bit, nodding. Since you hadn’t slept or given yourself time to really take care of yourself, you looked like a gremlin, lurking deep in the swamp of runny noses and throw up. Your eyes were baggy from lack of sleep, your hair was up in a messy bun, strands falling out with every movement, and you had put on an old pair of clothes that you planned to burn once Hyo Bin felt better.

Hyo Bin, when she got sick, was a clingy child, and this was the worse she had ever been. That meant that once her condition got worse, she wasn’t letting go of you until the illness left her for good. That meant you couldn’t really shower, only wash your face and change your clothes as Hyo Bin’s desperate sobs rang throughout the apartment. You knew this probably was not the best solution for you or her, but you couldn’t help it. Your baby was sick. Glancing down, you saw Hyo Bin was fast asleep, finally. Letting out a sigh of relief, you glanced at Min Ja. “How about I put Hyo Bin to bed, and I and you relax a little, hm?” Min Ja nodded, a smile forming on her face as she followed you to the bedroom. Laying Hyo Bin in bed was easier than you thought it would be, she only fussed a bit, but didn’t wake up. “Okay…” you sighed, turning to Min Ja. “Let me get ready. What do you want to do?”

“I wanna do your make up!” Min Ja said happily. “Yuna showed me how!” You felt dread wash over you at the idea of letting your four-year-old touch your make up. However, you were too drained to really deny her request. Once you had put on a different pair of clothes, putting the throw-up and tear crusted old ones in the wash almost immediately, you plopped yourself on the living room floor, makeup at your side, and an eager little girl standing on front of you. “Just be careful. I’ll tell you what to use.” Min Ja nodded and immediately got to work on your face.

Those few moments with Min Ja, her talking to you about different things while she poked and prodded at your face with different brushes, and color your face with different bright colors as if you were her favorite coloring book, were extremely relaxing for the both of you. It was nice just getting time to spend with her. Unfortunately for you, your head was pounding, and you felt that your chest was tight. In fact, your entire body felt as if an elephant was sitting on top of it. Maybe it was just all of the sleepless nights finally hitting you, but you knew that in a few hours the girls would be with their father, and you could finally sleep. Trying to distract yourself from the aches and pains coursing through your body, you attempted to talk to Min Ja about something. ANYTHING.

“You start school soon.” You pointed out.

“Mhm. Daddy said today he was going to take me to buy new clothes!” She beamed. You smiled a bit, nodding. “I think your face is all done, Mommy.” She said. You sighed, reaching over to take out your phone to take a look at your finished face. Turning the camera on yourself, you saw you had blue eye shadow not only on your eyes but also snaking down your cheeks and trying to blend into the bright pink that found itself there. Foundation was spread all over your face, but it wasn’t blended so it was patchy in certain places. Your lips were painted using both your nude and bright orange lipstick, both of which you bought on impulse at one of your many shopping trips with Nayeon. Squiggles and spirals decorated your cheeks, and immediately you busted out into laughter. Min Ja immediately laughed with you. “You look so silly!” She squealed.

“I know, I know.” You said. “Let’s take a picture.” Min Ja squeezed herself into the frame, and you quickly snapped a few photos of you both continuing to cackle. “That’s perfect.” Without hesitation, you had found your new wallpaper. “Alright, I need to take all of this off before I get acne.” Min Ja giggled as she watched you head into the bathroom. “Also, I really don’t want Daddy to see me like this.” That made Min Ja laugh even harder.

“No, leave it! Leeeeeave it, Mommy!” She begged, grabbing your arm. A smile graced your lips, but you ended up washing your face anyway, much to your daughter’s dismay. “Awww…”

There really was not much to do before Weong-Bin came to get the girls. Allowing Hyo Bin to nap was a good idea, and after taking her temperature, you were glad to see that her fever was starting to drop, and would most likely break the next night. After giving Min Ja a light snack before dinner and cleaning Hyo Bin up, you felt kind of grateful that you were about to have the house to yourself for the night. Oh, the sleep you were about to catch up on, it made you a bit anxious just thinking about it! Time passed, and you checked the clock every so often. Weong-Bin had said he was on his way right after work, and if Weong-Bin was one thing in this world, it was punctual. He arrived only five minutes after he normally did when he came straight from work, and the ring of the doorbell made your heartbeat quickly. You didn’t want him to see you so disheveled, but at the same time, there was absolutely no way you were getting dolled up for Weong-Bin. Getting yourself up, you headed to the door and allowed Weong-Bin to come inside. The first thing you saw him do was scan you over.

“The hell happened to you?” he asked as he stepped into the apartment and slid off his shoes. You huffed a piece of hair out of your face.

“I’ve been running on three hours of sleep for three days taking care of a sick toddler and you know that.” Weong-Bin smiled a bit, and you quickly turned from him as you headed back towards the kitchen. “I packed her medicine, and her fever is going down so it should break. If it doesn’t, call me and I’ll make her an appointment for the doctor again. But the flu seems to be almost out of her system entirely.” You saw Weong-Bin walk over and kiss Min Ja hello, before picking up his youngest daughter from her high chair.

“Awwww my poor princess is sick, huh?” he asked, kissing her forehead. “Yeah, you’re still warm.” He sighed. “Alright, Min Ja can you get your stuff and Hyo Bin’s stuff ready to go?” He asked, rubbing Hyo Bin’s back as she tightly hugged him.

“Kay!” Min Ja hopped up and headed inside. When she was gone, Weong-Bin turned to you.

“You need anything before I go?” he asked as he watched you begin to remove any plates from the dishwasher. You sighed as you closed the machine, not really wanting him to stay any longer than he had to, even though a hand would help.

“No, I’ll be okay.” You assured. “I just need to rest and I’ll be fine. I took some medicine so hopefully, that kicks anything in my body out before it really comes in.” Weong-Bin watched you start putting dishes away in their respective cabinets until Min Ja came rushing back in with both bags in hand.

“I’m ready!” She beamed. Weong-Bin smiled as he led them to the door. You walked over as well, kneeling down to hug Min Ja tight. “Bye, Mommy.” She said.

“Bye, honey.” You said happily. “Be good for Daddy and help take care of Hyo Bin, she’s almost all better.” Min Ja nodded, smiling as you stood up to kiss Hyo Bin’s hair and say goodbye. She whined a bit, trying to reach out to you, but you managed to soothe her enough to calm her down for Weong-Bin. “Okay, keep me updated please.” You begged. Weong-Bin scoffed.

“Yeah, because I was already in the loop from all the texts you sent me, right?” he asked sarcastically. You frowned looking down at the floor.

“Sorry.” You said. “I was just busy…you know, with the sick kid?” He frowned.

“I still would’ve liked to know more than I was told.” He pointed out. When he saw that you didn’t look up from the floor, he sighed. “I’ll call you.” He said, before leading the girls out. You closed the door, letting out a deep sigh as you headed to the bedroom. You didn’t even bother changing clothes, you just collapsed on the bed that felt so foreign to you, and almost immediately felt your entire body begin to throb. You groaned, resting your head into a pillow as you tried to pray for the medicine you took to hit you and send you into a peaceful slumber. It took some time of pounding headaches and body aches, feeling as if you were going to wake up with all of your limbs missing, but eventually, you managed to fall asleep.

The The next morning, light streamed into your room and began to stir you awake. You groaned, the medicine wearing off at some point throughout the night, because not only were the aches back, but they were amplified. You groaned, and as your senses, all began coming back to you, so did some more horribly painful feelings. Your throat felt as though you had never given it any liquid in your entire life, you could barely open your eyes because your head was pounding and the light was not helping. Your nose was clogged and combined with the dry throat; you were finding it very hard to breathe. Every attempt was meant with a cough that only worsened the pain.

“Oh no…fuck…” you choked out, hearing the raspy tone in your voice. Shakily, you forced yourself up and out of bed, hoping that these feelings were only from exhaustion and nothing else. However, almost immediately, you saw two sets of curtains in front of you and your head felt light, dizziness sending you back onto your bed. “Noooooo…. God, please, don’t do this to me.” You begged to yourself, feeling your eyes prick with tears. As you tried to find the strength to wake up, you felt a gurgling in your stomach. “Oh…oh God…” attempting to rub it didn’t help, and suddenly you felt a burning sensation in your throat. Almost immediately, you covered your mouth as you began to cough violently into your hand, forcing yourself out of your seat. Dizziness overtook you again, but you tried to push through it as you raced into the bathroom. Flinging the toilet open, you crouched down. It felt as if any food you had eaten in your life, no matter how big or small, was coming out of your mouth right now. It was so painful, and your throat was burning. You were throwing up without moving for about 5 minutes, mixtures of coughing and sobbing coming throughout the apartment. “FUCK!” It was the first thing that left your mouth when you finally caught your breath enough to speak coherent words. “Ow….” A whimper escaped your dry lips, and you flushed the toilet before shakily getting yourself on your feet. “Okay, I think that’s it for now. I didn’t even realize I ate that much recently.”

You had to drag yourself to your room again to grab your phone. Sinking onto the bed, you covered yourself with your blanket, wrapping yourself up as if it was a hot dog bun. Skimming through your phone, you saw Taehyung’s number show up. Dread washed over you at the idea of getting your little brother anywhere near your contaminated house, he was the only one who had a key other than your parents, and they were older and more susceptible to sicknesses. Letting out another deep cough, you called his number.

“Hello?” he asked, his deep voice indicating he had just woken up.

“Tae…” you choked out.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, alertness ringing through his voice at the sound of your meek tone.

“I….” you coughed. “I can’t move from my bed anymore….and I need to throw up.” You gagged a bit, just barely reaching the end table garbage and pulling it to the side of your bed to catch some more bile and vomit. “Oww….”

“I’ll be right there. Just stay in bed.” You groaned as you heard him hang up. Grabbing the blanket, you tried to get yourself as warm as you could while you waited. Coughs and sneezes left your throat multiple times more, until sleep finally overtook you once again. Thank goodness.

Taehyung hopped on the first train to the house, his nerves growing every time he was sent to your voice mail. The first thing he did was call his agent and say he couldn’t make the shoot, to push it back because you were sick and he had to go take care of you. It took some arguing, but Taehyung had no intention of going back on his choice, hanging upon his angry agent before he could be yelled at anymore. When he arrived, he called out to you upon entering the apartment. There was no answer, so he entered your room to see that you were just starting to wake up at the sound of his arrival.

“Hey.” He smiled, walking over to your bed. “How do you feel?”

“Please don’t get to close…” you choked out. “I don’t want you to get sick too.” Taehyung chuckled a bit.

“Too bad, I’m taking care of you.” He said, reaching out to feel your forehead. “Oh my God!” His eyes widened. “You’re burning up! When did this start?”

“I’ve…been on autopilot since Hyo Bin got sick. It started hitting me a bit yesterday, but with the girls gone it must have finally hit me once I got to relax.” You groaned. “I woke up this way about 30 minutes ago.” Taehyung sighed as he watched you cover your mouth to let out a deep cough. “Ugh…”

“Okay. I’ll get you some water and blankets. Is there anyone else I can call to come help you out?”

“Why would you call anyone else?” you asked, forcing yourself to sit up as you saw Taehyung head to your closet. He turned to you and smiled.

“I was thinking you would say Hoseok-Hyung.” He said, watching your face go red. He laughed a bit. “Are you blushing or are you sick? I can’t tell.” He teased.

“You’re a menace of a little brother, you know.” You huffed, laying back in bed as Taehyung walked to you. He covered you in a few more blankets, each one making you sigh in relief. “If you want to call him you can. I might need someone to go pick up the girls and…well, I don’t really want to be home alone.” You said. Taehyung smiled a bit.

“I can call him.” He pointed out. “I’ll get you some stuff in case you get sick again. I’ll be right back.” Watching him turn on his heel, he rushed out of the room. Groaning, you fell back on your bed.

“I guess I need to call work again.” You mumbled, grabbing your phone and dialing Jungkook’s phone number.

After Taehyung got everything set up for you, and you got the OK from work, Taehyung got Hoseok on the phone. You heard them talking outside for a few minutes, Taehyung letting out a few humored laughs at whatever it was Hoseok was saying. You heard Taehyung talk about how stubborn you were in asking for help, and now this was your karma. What a little brat, he and Jungkook would be such good friends. When you saw him walk back in, he offered a smile.

“Hoseok-Hyung said he can come by today and help out once he finishes his dance lesson.”

“Okay.” You muttered, the newly placed mask catching your newest cough. “Sorry to make you call out of work.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” He smiled. “Honestly, I didn’t want to do this shoot anyway.” A playful grin crossed his lips and you chuckled a bit. “I’ll be inside. Is there anything you need?”

“I just want to sleep.” You groaned. “Thanks, Tae.” The two of you shared a smile as you watched him leave the room. When he was gone, you heard the faint sound of him turning on the TV and hooking up one of the many video game consoles he kept here for his longer visits. Knowing he was occupied and at peace helped you fall back asleep for the third time.

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“Hello?” Hoseok hummed, knocking on the door. He had finished his early lessons and there was a gap between those and the night ones of about 3 hours. So, he made sure to drop by. It took a moment, but Taehyung answered the door and greeted him. “Hey. How is she?” He asked as he stepped in.

“She’s been asleep for the past few hours. She said it all hit her this morning.” He walked back into the living room and Hoseok saw the TV had a paused video game on it. “I’ve just been killing time until she wakes up and the girls need to get picked up.” Hoseok sighed. “I hope this isn’t interrupting your day.”

“Oh no, it’s fine.” He said, offering Taehyung a smile. He could tell the kid was nervous about his sister’s wellbeing. “I don’t mind helping out a bit.” Taehyung nodded, a boxy grin forming on his face. As both of them took a few minutes to catch up, they heard the sounds of you stirring in your room. “She must be up.” He said. Both boys headed towards your room, walking in to see you sitting up in bed.

“Mmm…” you groaned, your hair messy and all in your face as you practically rose from the dead. Taehyung walked over, gently laying you back down on the bed.

“You shouldn’t be up. You need to rest.” He said quickly as he struggled to lie you back down.

“No, no, I’m okay.” You said quickly. Hoseok was seen as the end of your bed, a kind smile on his face. “Hey…”

“How do you feel?”

“About as good as I look.” You hummed. Hoseok chuckled.

“Aww you always look wonderful.” He teased, motioning to the dead expression on your pale face. A chuckle escaped your lips as Hoseok chuckled. “Did sleeping help at all?”

“A little bit. But I’ll probably be out of commission for a few days until this leaves my body.” Another smile formed on your lips, but this one was a sad one. “Unfortunately, that means we have to put our dinner plans on hold…Sorry.” Hoseok scoffed.

“Don’t be sorry.” He said. “When you get better, we can make plans. The restaurant will still be there in a few days, I’m sure.” You nodded, Taehyung finally being able to lie you down. “I’ll stay with Taehyung for a little while until the girls come home, okay?”

“Okay. I hope I’m not being a bother.”

“Not at all.” He said. “I just want to help you get better quickly. So does your brother.” You nodded, covering your face with your hands, the mix of cold and burning mixing through every skin-on-skin contact you had with yourself. “Do you think you can eat anything? I can make your soup.”

“Okay…” you hummed, eyes falling towards the clock. “It’s almost time to get the girls…Will one of you go get them?”

“I will.” Taehyung said. “Because I can’t cook. It’s a fair trade.” Hoseok chuckled as Taehyung offered a kind smile. “So just rest up okay?”

“Okay…” You said softly. You stared up at the ceiling as you heard the sound of the boys heading out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You were silent as you heard Hoseok and Taehyung chatting out in the other room, the contents of their conversation to fuzzy for you to make out. But after a few minutes, you did hear the door to the apartment close, and the sound of rustling from the kitchen echo through the apartment.

A groan escaped your lips. You were too tired to move, but at the same time, you didn’t want to sleep. You had been sleeping on and off since you woke up, and you just couldn’t sleep anymore! It took a few minutes, but you eventually peeled yourself off of the bed, groaning at how much you were sweating despite how cold you were. Grabbing one of the blankets that Taehyung had thrown over you, you wrapped it around your body and shuffled your way down the hall and into the bedroom. It was nice to be up no matter how hard it was to move. Glancing around the living room and kitchen, you saw Hoseok digging through your cabinets. When he heard the shuffling of your feet, he looked in your direction and frowned.

“What are you doing up?” he asked, walking over to you. “Go back to sleep.”

“I can’t keep laying down.” You said, gripping the blanket tightly around your shoulders. “What are you making?”

“The best remedy for a cold is soup, so I’m making some.” He smiled. You smiled as you watched him return to the stove, where there were a pot and a can of soup waiting for him to begin preparing it into something edible. As you watched him, you shuffled to your fridge and opened it. Peering in you pulled out bottled water and a can of Sprite. Turning to Hoseok, he saw the green can in your hand and his eyes lit up as you handed it to him. “I saw those! I wanted to take one but I didn’t know if they were for the girls or something.”

“Trust me, they’re for you.” You hummed softly. “So, drink as many as you want.” The man took the green can into his grasp, wasting no time popping the tab off and taking a sip. He hummed, a grin forming on his face. “I could never understand why you love Sprite so much when there are so many other drinks in the world to have.” Just as quickly as the smile formed on his face, a pout followed it.

“You’ve never understood the superiority that is Sprite, and it’s always made me question our relationship.” He teased, turning his head back to the soup as he saw a glimpse of your smile. He took another sip and set the can down as he continued to work. “Now, go lie down and I’ll bring you the soup when it’s done.” You pouted, resting against the door frame as you watched him continue to cook. When Hoseok realized you had not left the room yet, he glanced up at you. “Hm? Not going to move, I see.” He teased.

“I…” a cough escaped your lips and you covered it with your mouth, before quickly pulling your mask up from your chin and back over your mouth. “I don’t want to be inside by myself, that’s all.” You admitted. “I’ve spent the past three days with Hyo Bina attached at my hip and she hasn’t been that way now that she’s getting older. It’s a weird way to say that I kind of feel lonely in there….” Hoseok smiled a bit.

“Fine then you can stand there until I finish this but after you eat it you have to stay inside and sleep more. You need to rest.” He motioned to your water bottle. “Drink a lot of water too. You know how this goes.” A smile graced your lips as you opened your water bottle, moving your mask to allow you to take a sip. You saw Hoseok standing by the stove, stirring away as he hummed a tune to himself, in a state of bliss as he made your soup. You felt butterflies in your stomach at the thought of this occurring more frequently. After bringing your attention to that feeling in your stomach, you gagged.

…. Nope, never mind. That was vomit.

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