Hoseok remembered his breakdown finding out what age he was predicted to die.

He was literally a panic attack magnet, after he accepted his fate he was always in the wrong place at the wrong time.

That's how he met his best friend, Park Jimin.  The smaller— and younger— had just gotten his tattoo, and he panicked and tripped over Hoseok.

The boy now had a fear of large bodies of water.

"Hoseok~ Hobi, are you listening?"

"What?"

"Oooo~ whatcha thinkin' bout."

"Some cute guy who ran into me, damn being a magnet ain't that bad."

"Bro, That's Gay."

Hoseok laughed, "You have a boyfriend."

Jimin opened his mouth before slouching in his seat, "Oh yeah."

They both busted out laughing after a few seconds of silence.

"Did you see his tattoo?"

Hoseok shook his head, "That's okay, I don't need to know."

Jimin shrugged, reaching to grab a chip from the bowl on the table, his tattoo showing in it's dark inked glory.

drowning

Jimin, ever since getting the tattoo, had a fear of large bodies of water.  He never went swimming anymore, or would take baths just as a safety precaution.

Hoseok's phone rung, interrupting their little hangout.

"I'll see you Chim, my aunt's calling."

"Bye, Hobi"

"I'm home!" Hoseok called.

He lived with his aunt, Hana, who was Japanese-Korean being his mother's half sister.

His mother, upon seeing his tattoo had immediately distanced herself from him.  She had cried for days seeing that her only son would die in only two years.

His elder sister too had distanced herself, he knew it was to spare themselves the pain of his death.

He had never seen his aunt's tattoo, she wore wristbands that covered it.

"Hey Sunshine, wanna help with dinner?"

"Sure."

Hoseok busied himself in the kitchen, helping her chop vegetables for a soup.

He then noticed her tattoo.

He gulped, trying to distract himself from the number on her wrist.

She was 30 years old.

The number on her wrist.

Was 30.

Now that wouldn't have bothered him so much if he knew a few months before but her 31th birthday was the day after tomorrow.

Meaning she had 2 days that she could die.  It could happen any moment.

Hoseok's hand started shaking and she hurriedly grabbed the knife from his hand before he could drop it.

"What's got the Sunshine cloudy, hm?"

"Na... t-the tattoo... why didn't you tell me...?"

Hana turned the boiling water to low and set the knife down on the counter before going and hugging Hoseok, she was a few inches shorter than him thanks to her genetics from his grandmother.

The two were only 10 years apart, Hoseok treating her more like a sister than an aunt and she did the same. 

Hana was born 12 years after Hoseok's mother, Hyuna, and 10 years before Hoseok was born. 

"W-why didn't you tell me... don't leave me here..."

"Shh," Hana shushed, rubbing her nephew's back, "Hey, we'll be together again.  Just you wait, and who know, maybe you can prove the tattoos wrong."

Hoseok tried to laugh with her but he couldn't, barely managing a smile.

"Go wash up, the food will be done soon.  We can watch a movie after we eat, okay?"

Hoseok nodded sadly, sniffling.

Morning.

Hoseok liked mornings because most of the time, they were quiet.  The only sound being occasional cars and birds, sometimes he'd hear Hana in the kitchen making breakfast.

This morning was no different, he sat on his bed watching the sunrise, the birds chirping and Hana starting soft music as she began to cook.

He unplugged his charged phone and stretched, getting up and going to brush his teeth with a quick shower.

He was finished, dressed, and in the kitchen right as Hana set the French Toast down in front of him.

"Thanks Na," Hoseok mumbled.

Before she sat on the other side of the table to eat her own share, she settled a cookbook next to Hoseok.

"Do me a favor, Sunshine," She spoke softly, "Those are all my recipes that are your favorite, share them with someone special before you die.  I want those recipes to live on seeing as those were my own little tests i created, only with you as my little guinea pig."

When growing up, Hana would sit a young Hoseok down and come up with different recipes, the little boy taste testing all the foods.  His favorite has always been her French Toast, she added a little bit of lemon zest and the slightest teaspoon of orange so it had a citrus smell and slight sour taste that Hoseok actually liked.

"Of course I will," Hoseok whispered, running his fingers over its laminated cover.

He quickly ate and set his plate in the sink and settled the book on top of his bed before heading out.

Only a few blocks down, a man ran into Hoseok, ever so obviously in a hurry and Hoseok saw a flash of the tattoo.

The man ran across the street and before he could make it to the other side he was hit by a speeding car that didn't even stop.

Hit and Run.

Hoseok closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he was used to sights like this.

He was always at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a familiar face.

It was the cute guy from the day before.

Hoseok could immediately tell the poor adult was on the edge of a panic attack, probably have witnessed the horrendous sight.

Hoseok didn't hesitate to head over, the male looking at him with eyes that screamed fear.

"Hey," Hoseok spoke softly, trying to not startle him, "remember me?"

The small male thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"You ran into me yesterday, okay?  Do me a favor and count to ten with me, alright."

He did so, slowly counting with Hoseok, the action seeming to work as he stopped shaking and his eyes calmed a bit.

"Are you okay?"

"I-I'm sorry," He croaked, forcing out the words, "I-I keep bothering you.  P-Please just ignore me..."

"No way, I told you yesterday, I'm practically a magnet.  I can help whenever.  My name's Hoseok, you?"

"Yoongi..."

Hoseok shook the shorter's hand that was almost engulfed by the pastel oversized hoodie he wore.

"You're hot," Yoongi sputtered out quickly before his face went red, "I'm sorry! I-I mean- I don't even know if you're gay-"

"I am."

"You are?"

Yoongi seemed honestly shocked, gaping up at Hoseok in confusion which Hoseok found incredibly amusing seeing as he normally screamed, "I'm GaY!"

"Do you want my number or not?"

Yoongi nodded quickly, biting his lip as he handed over his phone, his face red as Hoseok put in his number.

Before Yoongi could say anything else, Hoseok pat him on the head and walked away with quick words of, "I can help with your panic attacks if you ever need me."