Hoseok

Halves of the Same Love

— Good morning, princess. — the soft, husky voice wakes me up with a kiss on my forehead. I slowly open my eyes and see Hoseok in a loose shirt and a gentle smile, offering me coffee in bed.

— Did you sleep well? I prepared your coffee with milk just the way you like it. — he sits on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through my hair. This is my cute Hoseok. My stress reliever. My shelter.

But as soon as he gets up to get the bread he forgot in the kitchen, the bedroom door opens with a bang. The other one comes in.

“Did you sleep with him again?” His voice is low, threatening. His dark eyes analyze me like a defenseless prey. — I... — I swallow, pulling the blanket up to my chin. He comes closer. Hoseok Dark. Cold, intense, cruelly passionate.

— You're mine. Always have been. And he knows it. — He holds my chin firmly, forcing me to look into his eyes. — H-Hoseok, please... don't start. — I beg, my heart racing.

But it's useless.

— You should sleep with me. I dream about you every night... and I wake up in nightmares when I don't have you by my side. — He kisses my mouth angrily, marking, demanding.

Suddenly, the cute version comes running back.

— Hey! Get away from her! — he pushes the other, furious. — You don't rule me, idiot. She likes it when I treat her like this. Don't you, princess? — he smiles crookedly, possessively.

— She likes to be taken care of. Not controlled. — The cute Hoseok hugs me and hides me in his chest.

And me? I'm in between the two. Between heaven and hell. Between affection and danger. Between sweet love... and sick love. But they are both the same face. They are both... mine.