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Jung Hoseok, master thief at your service. Just don't cross him or his crew. "A liar will steal, but a thief will kill remember that." 22 | Bandit | Free District

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What Hurts The Most | Hoseok

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@tlou-minyoongi

Hoseok struggled with the little strength he had left, wanting to get away from the elder’s touch. There was a time where Hoseok would’ve welcomed the familiar embrace, but now it felt wrong, vile almost, to have Yoongi holding him again. He only stopped upon hearing the other’s cries, and for a fleeting moment Hoseok wondered if Yoongi hurt as much as he did.

He doesn’t lift his head nor does he stop crying, but his hand slowly reaches for his favorite knife, grasping the handle tight for support. He’s always felt stronger whenever he held his knife, and right now he needed that strength the most. He’s contemplating whether or not he should listen to what Yoongi has to say. After all what if it’s nothing but more lies? Could he even trust him?

No he couldn’t.

Pushing the other way, Hoseok scrambled to his feet, stumbling backwards as he held his knife out. Despite how scared and broken he was, his grip on the blade was firm and unwavering. His other hand rubbed at his eyes furiously, clearing his vision of his tears. If Hoseok’s mastered anything during his time as a bandit it’s to never let your emotions control your body. Under normal circumstances his entire body would be shaking from all the emotions he felt, but Hoseok’s killed enough people when he’s angry to keep his hands steady and his attacks precise.

The blade is pointed at Yoongi, though Hoseok knows deep down he would never kill the other. Cutting him up a bit? That was a different fucking story. He takes several deep breaths, willing himself to calm down before another storm of tears comes and he embarrasses himself for the second time that night.

Hoseok is so afraid. He’s afraid of what Yoongi has to say, afraid of what will happen afterwards, but he needs to know the truth too. Hoseok needs some fucking answers after all these years and who knows if he’ll ever see Yoongi again after tonight. Maybe they’ll get their happy ending, well as much as a happy ending someone can get during a zombie apocalypse, or maybe they’ll go their separate ways and finally move on without each other. Either way, curiosity kills the cat, but Hoseok knows satisfaction will bring it back.

“Fine. I’ll listen.” Hoseok says, lowering his knife but maintaining his grip on it. “But Yoongi if you lie to me I swear to god this will be the last damn time we’ll ever see each other I promise you that.”

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

-Disparity By Design-

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

@tloukook

Hoseok is momentarily stunned because wow this kid is without a doubt the biggest asshat he’s ever met and Hoseok utterly despises him. Something about his indifference is highly unsettling and Hoseok knows, just knows, this kid is more dangerous than any human hunter, military, and firefly combined. Which makes torturing him all the more pleasurable. Hoseok’s eyes narrow upon hearing Jimin’s nickname fall from the other lips, moving to hit the other’s nose with the base of his knife. There’s a satisfying crunch almost and Hoseok smirks, knowing damn well he broke that shit. Blood is pouring down the younger’s face but he’s still wearing that same blank expression. Oh well, Hoseok has plenty of bones left to break in the other.

He chooses to ignore the off hand comments about Yoongi, not wanting be more worked up than he already was. It hurts though, hearing the other say what could possibly be the truth. But, Hoseok decides to deal with that shit bag Yoongi another day. No today was all about Jungkook. With the knife still at the other’s throat he leans closer to talk.

“Hurt’s doesn’t it? But you’re a tough guy, I’m sure the broken arm and nose is nothing for a kid like you. This is just the beginning though, and there’s about two hundred other bones I can break, one at a time. Everything you did to Jimin I’m going to do to you a thousand times over. Now let’s hear that pretty little mouth of yours scream.”

Hoseok grins, dragging the blade along his skin carefully, just until it reaches the arrow wound. He tilts his head, pushing the edge of the knife into the wound, causing more blood to flow. “I have to admit, I respect your ability to withstand pain and your indifference. Your mindset about attachment however, is debatable.”

“Your greatest strength in having no one, is going to be your biggest weakness Jungkook-ah.” Hoseok says, making small cuts here and there along Jungkook’s arm, avoiding any major veins and what not. “No one’s going to save you from me nor is anyone going to save you from life. Death is nothing but a fleeting dream for you now.”

While cutting the younger up is highly entertaining, Hoseok knows it’d be far more enjoyable back at his base in his special room. He also knows it’d be far more satisfying with Jimin behind the knife, marking this boy’s skin with scars to mirror his own. So, with Jimin in mind, Hoseok hoists the other to his feet, smiling upon seeing the other wince from the pain in his knee.

“Does your knee hurt?” Hoseok asks as he pulls the arrow out oh so slowly (and making sure to wiggle it a bit as he does so). “It’s not too bad. To be honest this shot was a bit sloppy, usually the arrow goes clean through a person’s limb. Shame, but at least it’s an arrow I save.”

Hoseok pushes the boy forward, chuckling as he stumbles from the pain, drops of blood decorating the ground. He walks closely to him, knife pressed against his side as Hoseok holds his non broken arm. God forbid this kid get the upper hand. It’s going to be a long walk back with Jungkook’s knee but it’s okay because Hoseok doesn’t mind the trek and he knows he won’t get bored. After all he still has two hundred little bones to break.

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What Hurts The Most | Hoseok

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

@tlou-minyoongi

Yoongi doesn’t know what to say. The silence was getting more and more uncomfortable as time passes. So, when he decides to break the ice, he hoped Hoseok won’t immediately take a shot at him.

“Hoseok, I am so, so, sorry for everything I did.”

Hoseok is astonished, baffled, and outraged that Yoongi even has the audacity to assume that a simple apology will make up for the seven years of deception and the three years of absence and unanswered questions. He’s had three years to think and all he could say was sorry? No, Hoseok isn’t going to forgive him so easily, if he even considers forgiveness in the first place. He turns and glares at the other, yanking his wrist free (the warmth from the other’s skin sent an uncomfortable feeling through Hoseok, one he didn’t want to feel anymore) as he takes a step forward.

“That’s it? That’s all you got after all this time? Unbelievable Yoongi, fucking unbelievable.” Hoseok runs a hand through his hair, tugging on the dark locks in frustration. “I’m not the same Hoseok you knew from three years ago Yoongi. I’m not the same kid who followed you around on hunts in the woods, the kid who taught you how to actually hold a bow, the kid who willingly told you everything about his life and what he was learning on the streets as a bandit, and I’m most certainly not the same kid that was in love with you, because the Yoongi I loved never even existed. He was a god damn lie.”

He’s so furious at this point, the years of pent up emotions pouring out in the small run down cabin. Was he so unfortunate to have ended up stuck here with the last person he ever wanted to see? Hoseok needed to let his anger out and he did it the only way he knew how. With all his anger powering that one motion, Hoseok swings his fist, his knuckles coming in contact with Yoongi’s jaw. The other stumbles backwards a bit before looking at Hoseok in surprise. Damn that felt good. Hoseok looks the other in the eye and ignores the pools of regret shining in them, continuing on with his rant.

“Was it all a game to you? Was it amusing to string me along and play me like that? I was young right? I was young, naive, and oh so easy to break that you thought it’d be fun? I bet you and the other military dogs had a great laugh about the stupid little kid that believed your lies.” Hoseok knows he’s crying again, his strength leaving him as the weight on his shoulders finally began crushing him down.

For once the fearless and ruthless bandit leader Jung Hoseok is vulnerable, nothing more than a boy crouching on the ground with his face hidden and his arms wrapped around his legs as his body shakes with each sob. Hoseok is angry at himself for being so weak, for showing Yoongi how much he’s truly been affected by the other, and for the never ending cries falling from his lips as he mutters ‘I hate you’ repeatedly.

At this point Hosoek is just so tired. He hasn’t cried since the night he found out the truth behind Yoongi and its as if his body had been on pause, resuming the pain the moment Yoongi entered his life again, and he absolutely hated it all.

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

- F I G H T E R -

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

@tlouxjungwheein​

[...]

“Just like old times, right?” She puffs out her cheeks, then lets the air rush out quickly. “There weren’t this many people, though.” Wheein laughs, the sound for carefree than she’d thought possible, then adds, “we’ve both come a long way now, huh.”

“Kneecaps I’ve come to learn, brings slower pain and I enjoy seeing people crawling on their hands and knees begging for mercy they won’t get.” Hoseok shrugs as if it were completely normal to discuss his methods of killing. He gets up on his feet, dusting himself off, sort of, and watches with a frown as Wheein gets to her feet. The anger hasn’t left his body, rather it’s growing with every ounce of pain Wheein feels and Hoseok simply can’t wait to torture the sons of bitches who did this to his own.

The sound of her laugh fills him with warmth though, reminding him of the the fond memories they’ve shared. He chuckles too as he replies. “Yeah we have, though I guarantee you’re still one of the most kick ass people I’ve ever had in my crew.”

He motions for her to follow him to their supply stash to get her some gear to use for the upcoming hunt as he likes to call it, and he makes sure to walk at her pace, knowing full well how much it hurts like a bitch to walk. He doesn’t offer her his arm for support or anything; he knows it’d damage her pride more than anything to show weakness more than she has to. Hoseok is still keeping an eye on her though, ready to catch her if she stumbles.

“I know it’s not your gear, which we’ll get back by the way, but you’re welcome to use anything in here that suits you for our hunt later. Personally I’d recognize using something that’ll make their deaths nice and fucking slow. Feel free to keep the stuff afterwards too.” 

Hoseok watches as she moves about the room selecting the items, noting the lethal look in her eyes. He can hear the others moving about and stuff their bags with an assortment of weapons, but all Hoseok needs is his bow and his trusty knife. He had to admit, the feeling of whacking someone across the face with his bow was extremely satisfying and he can’t wait for tonight.

“So.” He starts once she’s finished choosing. “You were in a pretty bad condition on your way here, would you be able to remember the way back to those motherfuckers?”

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

-Disparity By Design-

Hoseok + Jungkook

@tloukook

Hoseok is fucking furious. No he’s beyond that. What he feels couldn’t even be explained as he cradles Jimin in his arms, the younger covered in an array of cuts and bruises as he whimpers in pain. The boy was barely conscious when Hoseok found him, dried tears mixing with the blood on his skin. Hoseok curses himself. He promised Jimin he’d always keep him safe so what the fuck happened? 

He stands up, allowing his men to take Jimin home to treat his injuries. Ignoring his crew members calls, Hoseok stalks off with his bow in his hand. He orders for them to all go back and take care of Jimin while he hunts down the fucking bastard who did this. Jeon mother fucking Jungkook. Military shit that made the brutal mistake of trespassing into Hoseok’s territory and hurting one of his own.

The cherry on top? The kid fucking knew Min Yoongi. The mere thought has Hoseok bristling in pure rage as he walks through the streets, searching, no, hunting for the son of a bitch. Jimin’s body was so torn it’s even a miracle he’s alive. At least that’s what the others think. But Hoseok knows better. He knows how torturing works, how to inflict the most pain but never letting one die. He’s done it enough times hidden from the eyes of his men, but this time, oh man was he going to take his sweet old time cutting up Jungkook.

He comes across some infected, finishing them off with a few arrows as he continues his hunt. Even killing the infected wasn’t burning off his anger, instead just building up his frustration. He walks a little further, wary of the group of infected ahead of him. They weren’t focused on him however, and as Hoseok approaches he sees him. Jeon Jungkook.

Without really thinking, Hoseok nocks an arrow and lets it fly, watching with satisfaction as it lodges itself into the boy’s shoulder. He quickly finishes the three infected around the boy before moving towards him. Jungkook raises his revolver and Hoseok scoffs before firing another arrow into his right knee, sending the boy to the ground. With his bow in one hand, he approaches him, stepping on his outstretched hand as he bends over to pick up the revolver. He places the gun in his pants at his lower back, covering it with his jacket.

“Jeon Jungkook.” Hoseok states, leaning his knee on the other’s chest as he picks up Jungkook’s left arm. He stares into the boy’s lifeless eyes for a second before twisting the limb in an grotesque manner, a snap followed by a sharp cry echoing down the empty street. “You fucked up one of my boys, left him to die. Well now I’m going to return the favor.”

“Do you know who I am?” Hoseok asks, pulling out his favorite knife. “I’m Hobi, the notorious bandit leader. I’m sure you’ve heard all about me from your friend Yoongi.” He spits out the other’s name like venom, bringing the knife to the base of Jungkook’s neck. 

“Not only did you hurt Jimin, but you’re also buddies with that military douche bag. Boy things sure aren’t looking good for you.” He drags the knife across the other’s skin slowly, grinning behind his mask at the trail of blood appearing. “By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to wish I let those infected eat you alive.”

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

- S E C R E T -

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

@jiminxtlou

Hoseok listens quietly, his grip on his bow so tight his knuckles were turning white. Jimin’s story evokes such strong feelings of anger and hatred, the same emotions Hoseok has always harbored for the military. His heart aches though, familiar memories of being alone at such a young age, with the military against them. While Hoseok had someone who cared for him, well supposedly cared for him, he eventually chose the life of a bandit. Jimin was a little more fortunate he decides, the life of a Firefly kinder than that the life of a bandit.

There’s a familiarity about Jimin’s story though, and Hoseok frowns, trying to recall where exactly this familiarity came from. His eyes widen upon realization, but rather blurting it out Hoseok waits till Jimin is finished before he speaks. Hoseok has yet to tell a soul about his past, not even his crew, but he knows he can trust Jimin and he knows for a fact that Jimin had already been a part of his past anyways.

“We have a lot in common kiddo.” Hoseok says, ruffling the other’s hair. “When I was twelve my parents and my little sister were burned alive in our house. My mom had pushed me out a window and she said she was going to get my sister so I waited. Clearly they didn’t make it out in time.”

He clears his throat, fighting the urge to breakdown. “Molotovs. A few of them were thrown into my house because one bloater had been near it. There were Military and Firefly in the streets and I figured they would help you know? That’s the their job right? Both sides threw the molotovs. Since then I’ve always hated the Military and Firefly, but honestly speaking I think I’ve got more hatred for the Military. They’re filled with filthy no good liars who use others for their own god damn selfishness.”

Hoseok takes a deep breath before continuing. “I used to know someone. He told me he met a boy one day. Came home crying because he was too late and the place the boy stayed at got over run by infected. He told me the boy’s name was Jimin. At first I thought it was a coincidence that you had the same name but what do you know, you’re the missing kid.”

Jimin is shocked but Hoseok isn’t done, not by a long shot. “You remember him don’t you Jimin-ah? Min Yoongi, military scum that makes you think he cares but when you need him the most he turns out to be the world’s biggest disappointment and a poor excuse of a person.”

He fixes Jimin with a gaze filled with determination and something else, an inner flame of anger that made Hoseok the leader he is now. “Let me tell you this Jimin. Unlike that good for nothing military dog, I’m not ever gonna abandon you. I’ll be here when you need me, where ever you need me, and I’ll be damned if the military ever lays a single finger on you.”

Hoseok holds out his hand, as if confirming their new found alliance, but is startled when the younger boy tackles him in what is probably the world’s tightest hug. His eyes soften as he slowly wraps his arms around the other, noting how small his frame was. There’s quiet sobbing and Hoseok pats the other’s back, trying his best to comfort him as the anger bubbles inside of him.

Both he and Jimin were on Yoongi’s list of never ending fuck ups and Hoseok swears to himself that if the asshole ever showed his face again he’d put an arrow between his eyes for Jimin.

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

- S H A T T E R  M E -

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

@tlouxtaehyung

Hoseok smiles as the other talks; the boy’s innocence refreshing in this beat up world. He makes a mental note to take the other into the forest once his leg is healed up, to a small clearing filled with wild flowers. He’s sure Taehyung would enjoy it. Hoseok’s smile widens into a full grin upon hearing Jimin’s name.

“Jimin huh? The little guy with the bat? Yeah I know him, great kid.” Hoseok moves to get his medicinal herbs that he keeps in a wooden box. He begins mixing the herbs together, creating a ointment of sorts to rub into Taehyung’s wound. It’s going to sting like a bitch, Hoseok knows, so he decides to tell Taehyung a story to distract him.

“I’m sure Jimin probably told you how he and I met. I bet he’s still mad about his shirt.” Hoseok chuckles “He’s gonna kill me if he finds out I put an arrow in your leg. It was an accident though, I swear. I uh, sorry about that by the way.”

Hoseok pulls out a roll of bandages, peeling off the bloody ones and rubbing the ointment on. He hears the other hiss in pain and quickly wraps fresh bandages around his thigh. Ruffling the other’s hair Hoseok smiles again. “That wasn’t so bad was it? Now just sit tight while I cook up this rabbit.”

He begins the rather tedious job of skinning said rabbit, making sure the other can’t see his actions. Hoseok hears the other flop down onto his mattress letting out a relieved sigh. An amusing kid really; Hoseok likes him already. “Sorry that your first delivery turned to shit, but I gotta do what I gotta do. When your leg’s all healed I’ll take you to this place in the forest. It’s got beautiful flowers and I like to go there to think. It’s my sanctuary you know? But I wouldn’t mind sharing it with you. Hell, bring Jimin there if you want.” Hoseok winks at the other and is pleasantly surprised by the other’s flustered face. “So, how’s that sound kid?”

[cdcxyoongi]

What Hurts The Most | Hoseok

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

@tlou-minyoongi

Hoseok blinks once. Twice. He’s still in shock from the sudden change in events as his body is thrust behind Yoongi, the elder firing arrows at the stalkers. He wants to help, he should, because god knows he’s a better shot than Yoongi ever was, but Hoseok can’t move. After all this time, after all the lies, Yoongi still puts Hoseok first, still protects him like he did all those years ago, but why? He doesn’t have long to ponder on that thought as Yoongi drags him through the forest, the infected not too far behind.

Finally realizing that Yoongi has no idea where he’s going (and because Hoseok doesn’t want to give his mind time to wander off in search of old memories) Hoseok stops abruptly, jerking Yoongi backwards and catching the other by surprise. Raising a finger through his lips, he leads the elder in a different direction, ignoring the other’s burning gaze and the hand still wrapped around his wrist.

“We have to get to the river, from there we follow it upstream to a cabin. There’s no way we can get back to the city, not with those infected standing in the way.” He’s rubbing the dried tear stains off his cheeks, the initial shock wearing off as his instincts kick back in. These are his woods, and over the last three years Hoseok has spent his time learning it. 

Three years. It’s been so long since he’s last seen the other, but Yoongi looks just the same, if anything just more worn out. The exhaustion on his face is evident but Hoseok chooses to say nothing, refusing to acknowledge the other more than he has to.

Over the course of three years, aside from rising as one of the more notorious bandit leaders in Seoul, Hoseok has changed too. He’s no longer the naive young boy he used to be. He’s stronger, faster, and definitely a force to be reckoned with. He’s made sure his name was known among the Fireflies and Military, and there’s no doubt in his mind that Yoongi has probably read reports about him in his meetings with the general. So why hadn’t he come searching? Maybe Yoongi didn’t care.

After all, this wouldn’t have been the first time the elder has disappointed Hoseok, and it probably wouldn’t be the last either.

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

-T H U N D E R S T O R M -

Hoseok + Jinki

Hoseok grumbles to himself bitterly. He’s completely angry at himself for allowing the human hunters to ambush him, and he’s utterly embarrassed that he got injured in the process. The gash on his upper thigh stings and he knows he won’t be able to properly move around for a while, opting to rest against the side of a building.

His rest is short lived however, when he hears the maniacs laughing not too far behind him. Shit. He’s hopping on one leg at this point, cursing himself for being a fool. Seriously what bandit leader allows human hunters to cut their thigh? His breathing is growing heavy and the pain in his thigh is increasing with every step.

Hoseok’s territory isn’t too far away but with his injury it feels like a hundred miles off in the distance. Shouts echo behind him and he knows he’s been caught. He can’t outrun them so Hoseok simply turns around, arrow nocked and ready to shoot at the bastards when a figure suddenly blocks his view. He’s absolutely confused to say the least.

Said figure appears to be helping him, for whatever reason Hoseok couldn’t fathom. Not that he isn’t grateful for the assistance, but for fucks sake he doesn’t even know the guy. Who’s to say he won’t turn around and kill Hoseok after? Warily watching the other, Hoseok continues firing arrows at the hunters until finally they scurry off. Turning to the stranger, he keeps his bow and arrow ready as he speaks.

“Thanks for the save?”

@tlouxjinki

[densonkate]

no more dream. 

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

- F I G H T E R -

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

@tlouxjungwheein

“You’ll help me won’t you?”

Hoseok had just made a name for himself as a young leader. He was strong, agile, and capable, and no one really wanted to test his limits. They’d just completed their first successful raid, the first of many to come. He’d been counting their earnings when a fragile looking girl was brought to him, asking for a portion of their supplies. He knew the others were hesitant about sharing, but at the time they were a relatively small crew and Hoseok figured they had enough supplies to spare a few for the girl. Besides in this world it was rare to see someone with such hope, and Hoseok promised himself to look out for this girl.

Wheein has grown since then, and Hoseok knows she’s no longer asking him for supplies, but for something Hoseok is all too willing to agree too. The mere mention of human hunters leaves an unpleasant feeling in his gut, a fresh wave of anger rippling through his body. He’s had his fare share of human hunters crossing into his territory and just recently chased a group out (without lodging a few arrows in them mind you), and he’s fairly certain it had to be the same group that attacked Wheein.

“Fucking human hunters.” He’s angry and so is everyone else in the room. “They clearly didn’t learn from the arrows I shot into their kneecaps. Boys get ready, we’re going hunting tonight.”

Everyone rushes off to gather their gear, and while normally Hoseok wouldn’t waste his arrows on killing, he’s going to make an exception this time around. He continues tending to Wheein’s injuries, making sure the bandages are secure. He knows Wheein’s going to come with him; she’s a fighter just like he is despite her injuries. Still, he looks into her eyes and asks anyways, a smirk pulling across lips at her expected answer.

“Your injuries are pretty bad, and I’d tell you to stay behind, but you’re coming aren’t you?”

[cdcxyoongi]

What Hurts The Most | Hoseok

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

@tlou-minyoongi

“Of all the people that I’m gonna run into.”

Hoseok took a deep breath, or as deep of a breath as he could with his half mask on. Sure it was a last minute raid that was at a god forsaken hour, but from Hoseok’s experience it was these raids that had all the good shit. He was perched in the second floor windowsill of a building, hidden within the shadows as a cool breeze swept through the street. Pulling his worn, camouflage patterned jacket closer to his thin frame (the origins of the jacket he’ll never discuss) Hoseok wondered what the military were picking up tonight; medical supplies, ammunition, weaponry? Whatever it was Hoseok knew he and his crew would make much better use of it.

Within moments the military members passed through and with a quick flick of the wrist Hoseok’s crew moved in. He stayed in his windowsill, shooting each military soldier he saw as his bandits moved in for the goods. He frowned though, as soon as he saw his own falling to the ground; arrows protruding from their limbs. He hopped down, sprinting as soon as he landed towards his comrades. Thankfully they weren’t necessarily shot in lethal places, but Hoseok knew his men wouldn’t be able to work for a while. To say he was pissed was an understatement. Withdrawing an arrow from his quiver, Hoseok raised his bow, anger in his eyes as he stared at the bastard who shot his men.

The face he saw was the last face he ever wanted to see. Hoseok felt a fresh wave of anger resurfacing, an anger he’d buried three years ago when he left the traitor behind him. Min Yoongi. The man Hoseok had spent seven years of his life with, the man whom he used to value as a lover. Till Hoseok found out the truth anyways. His grip on his bow tightened, but before he could do anything Yoongi took off, fleeing the scene. After making sure his men were okay and leaving his second in command to take over, Hoseok chased after Yoongi, refusing to let the asshole escape.

They ran for god knows how long, continuing an endless dance from years ago. But what happens when the music stops? Were they only in love with the dancing or could there have been something more for them? Regardless, after what seemed like eternity Hoseok finally cornered the other in the forest. Did Yoongi really think he could outrun Hoseok here? In his territory? Hell no.

Hoseok slammed the other male against a tree, bow pressed up against his neck. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

He took a deep breath and continued, all his anger coming out. “You’re a fucking coward you know that?! You couldn’t face me three years ago after I found out who you were and you still can’t face me now three years later? What the hell is with that noise?! How dare you show your face again after I’ve finally managed to forget you?! How...dare you...Yoongi...”

Hoseok’s voice trailed off as the elder stared back at him wide-eyed. It wasn’t until the wind blew through, leaving a cold stinging sensation on his cheeks did Hoseok realize he was crying.

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

- R/S CALL-

so after churning out 8 replies (i feel like a machine omg) I’ve decided to open up a relationships page for Hoseok

right now i’ve only got 4-5 people going on this list since they have pre-established relationships with Hoseok, but for those of you who are doing first encounters with him, if you’d like to be added please like this post and ill come to you to get some details for hoseok’s relationship with them

looking for: brother/sister relations (not blood related literally), crew members (applies to bandits only, or military/firefly/civilian turned bandit), friends on the inside (military/firefly), etc!

so, who wants to be one of Hoseok’s ride or dies?

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

- S E C R E T -

[tlouxhoseok-blog]

@jiminxtlou

[...]

Hoseok has an overwhelming urge to protect Jimin, to save the younger boy from the Fireflies. Myabe it’s because Hoseok couldn’t save his own family that drives him to save other kids from getting tangled up in their business. Either way Hoseok really hopes he can convince Jimin to join his crew, and if Hoseok has to kill the Fireflies ordering Jimin around he’d be more than happy to do so.

He’s shaken out of his thoughts when Jimin asks about their intended destination and Hoseok smiles, a surge of pride rushing through his veins when he answers. “My territory.”

“Let me tell you something peanut.” He snickers at the groan escaping the other’s lips. Hoseok’s got plenty of nicknames to call the other, which isn’t going to stop anytime soon. “I don’t know how often the Fireflies have had you deal with Bandits, but let me tell you I’m one of the finest in this area. My place is an old apartment building, it used to be a luxury one back in the day you know, and my territory expands to a good ten mile radius and it’s still growing.”

They were nearing his building now, after spending a good time jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Hoseok continues speaking, informing the other. He hopes by revealing his own information he could form a sort of trust with Jimin and perhaps get the younger boy to open up to him.

“It used to be just me, but some guys came around, and after losing to me in a fight they decided to stay and help me. Bandits have our own code ya know? So they respected me, followed my orders, and eventually more bandits came, wanting to join me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not an ass and I certainly don’t send my guys out on every raid. If it’s too dangerous or I know there’s even the slightest chance of them getting hurt I go myself. Like I did today.” Hoseok faces forward, eyes lighting up when his home comes in sight. “Looks like we’re here.”

Hoseok greets some of his crew members, and reassures them that Jimin means no harm, that he’s with Hoseok. After a few half hugs, pat on the backs, and the promise of a group hunt in the woods soon, Hoseok leads Jimin up to the rooftop where he resides. He settles down on his worn out and tattered mattress, patting the spot next to him.

As soon as the other is settled he speaks.He hasn't told the other about his past before the bandits, opting to keep quiet about his family. He knows though, that eventually Jimin will ask about his hatred towards the Fireflies and decides that he'll explain should the question arise. “Now that you know my story, why don’t you tell me yours? After that we can discuss these research notes.”

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Hoseok resists the urge to roll his eyes at the other. He’s pulled the innocent act enough times to last him a lifetime. How else does he successfully raid and ambush other people? But Hoseok decides to humor the boy nonetheless. He’s willing to admit though, that he does feel a sort of pity for the kid, but Hoseok also knows that since he’s making the delivery alone that the kid is experienced and definitely shouldn’t be underestimated.

Still, how the hell does a boy get his hands on merchandise like this? For a split second Hoseok has the overwhelming fear that this boy might not be alone, and the possibility of being surrounded sets him on edge. But realistically if there were other bandits with the kid they’d have come out by now, or at least given some indication of their presence.

“Tell me something kid.” Hoseok’s lip curves up in a smirk hidden behind his half mask at the other’s clear distaste at being called a kid. “How did you end up with high grade shit like this? That kind of artillery isn’t easy to come by, and through my fair share of military camp raids I’ve rarely seen a haul as good as that.”

Hoseok tilts his head to the side slightly. “Are you with a crew or do you do solo jobs? If it’s a solo job I’d like to offer you a deal. You’d get to keep all your weaponry of course, and whatever you were supposed to receive in return through this trade.”

It’s pretty damn ballsy, but Hoseok lowers his bow, placing his arrow back in his quiver and slowly raising his hands. He’s not stupid though, a shiv at the ready hidden in his sleeve just in case. 

“If you’re interested we can talk more about this deal without you know, killing each other. Bandit to bandit. No tricks, no other people. So, what do you say?”

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Hoseok’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance at how much this guy seems to underestimate him. Just because his primary was a bow and arrow doesn’t mean that Hoseok isn’t skilled in close combat either. He’s got shivs lined up on him, and he’s as quick with the blades as he is with his bow, and Hoseok has an overwhelming urge to show this guy up.

Being cocky never helps the situation though, and the stranger seems to have some experience with human hunters, which raises the question of whether or not he was one himself. Hoseok’s on full alert again, even if this guy was helping him for the moment who knows if he’ll turn on him, if he’s actually working with the other hunters, or if he’ll kill him as soon as all this is over.

Hoseok decides to think in the moment instead, nodding along to the other’s words. He runs the floor plans through his mind again, pinpointing the spots he’s rigged with traps. They could utilize some of them, but not all. Hoseok doesn’t want to set them all off anyways, seeing as how the noise could attract nearby infected, and their problem is already big enough as it is.

“Alright then, one by one.” Hoseok agrees. “I’ve got some traps scattered around, do you wanna lead them to those or handle this more quietly?” His bow is on his back now, with his shivs twirling between his fingers.