Eleven | Yoonseok

Chapter Twenty

"How dare you?
And how could you?
Will you only feel bad when they find out?
If you could take it all back,
Would you?"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it was nine in the morning of the next day, Yoongi dragged Hoseok out of the apartment by his wrist, his face void of any emotion. Hoseok grumbled in annoyance as he locked the door and they both took a cab to the nearest police station.

By the time they arrived, Yoongi was trying his best to keep his shit together. Hoseok had a frown etched upon his face, and by looking at his ex-best friend, he could tell that Yoongi was in pain.

Grief, betrayal, anger, regret, and nostalgia flashed on his face all at once, and at this point, Yoongi could barely feel his vision blurring. He could tell he was getting numb, the one thing he did not want to be. He could feel his heart growing heavier as minutes passed. the memories rushing back in, the memories he had buried deep in his heavy heart. he blinked slowly, a small smile on his lips as he recalled his childhood with Hoseok.

"SeokSeok! what's wrong?" Little Yoongi giggled, hugging little Hoseok. The younger boy hugged his hyung back, crying, even though there were no tears in his eyes. "A meanie uncie," Hoseok whined, burying his head in Yoongi' neck. Little Yoongi kissed Hoseok's hair and stroked it with his chubby hands. "Does you want YoonYoon to take meanie uncie to Mr. Cop?" Little Yoongi asked Hoseok, pouting. "Yes, please, he take my candy and give his son," Hoseok said, sniffling. The kids pulled away, and Yoongi looked at his top, whining, "WONNIE NOONA! SEOKSEOK PUT BOOGIE ON ME!" Yoongi burst out crying, making Hoseok giggle through his sniffles.

"Why are you smiling?" Hoseok asked, jerking Yoongi back to the present, "oh? me?" Yoongi raised his eyebrow, wiping his smile off. Hoseok nodded, sticking his bottom lip out, "I was thinking of someone I love," Yoongi shrugged, walking inside the police station. He saw a few cops on their desks. There were files in front of a few of them; the others were either having snacks or talking with someone. Hoseok followed, a small yawn leaving his lips. He ignored it and looked at where Yoongi was looking.

Yoongi held Hoseok's wrist and bit his lip, going to a desk. Hoseok followed with a grunt, looking down at their hands. "Hello, I am Min Yoongi," Yoongi said to the cop, sighing. "Hello, how may I help you?" the cop replied with a kind smile, looking up from his phone. "This is Jung Hoseok. we want to talk about the girl in the news, the one who was kidnapped and beaten?" Yoongi bit his lip. the police widened his eyes and nodded, "Of course, do you have any information?"

Yoongi shook his head, "No, but we think we might know the criminal," Hoseok glared at Yoongi and looked at the police, accusingly pointing his finger at Yoongi, "He thinks he knows the criminal,"

Yoongi shrugged, "Okay, I need you guys to show me his picture," The policeman said, leaning back in his seat. Yoongi immediately denied, "Only if you let us see the victim," He said, his voice octaves lower. The police frowned, "That is not allowed, sir," Yoongi shrugged, "No information then, the kidnapper can be free for all I care,"

The policeman sighed, "Look, kid, I don't know if you think this is a joke, but I can assure you it's not," Yoongi shut his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, "Twelve years back, the Kang Kiyoung incident," He began, making the cop frown, "Yes?"

Yoongi bit his lip, "I," he sniffled, "I was the victim," He said, "so yes, I know that this is not a joke. I know what the girl might be going through right now. I need to talk to her, so please," Yoongi begged, and the cop bit his lip. "How do I know I can trust you?" he asked, intertwining his fingers on the desk. "Min Gina was Kiyoung's sister and my mother. Kiyoung's son is my cousin, we-" he hesitated, "we live together in Daegu, he goes to Yongsal Law University, and I to Daegu college of arts. I'm studying music," he sighed heavily, feeling as though he had involved Yeosang, which made him guilty. "what more information do you need?" yoongi pleaded. Yoongi looked to his side, seeing as Hoseok was staring at a wall, zoned out. He rolled his eyes sassily and looked back at the cop.

And after almost an hour of persuasion, the cop gave in. Yoongi smiled softly.

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"Hello, I'm Yoongi, and this is my-" Yoongi frowned a bit, "my friend, Hoseok," he sat down on the tall three-legged stool. The girl looked at Yoongi and then Hoseok, the breathing mask making it difficult for her to talk. "It's okay; we won't harm you," The older reassured, gently holding the girl's left hand. "You- you don't have to," he paused, anxiety getting the best of him, "You don't have to talk, but we need to confirm something," he said after a minute. The girl blinked tiredly.

"Her name is Moonbyul, she's sixteen," a middle-aged woman said, her eyes puffy, "Oh, what that little fag did to my little moon!" she cried, sniffling. Yoongi guessed it was Moonbyul's mother.

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️

Yoongi looked at Moonbyul's hand covered in thin layers of bandages. She also had a black eye, and her lips were busted; her neck filled with choke marks and a heavy layer of gauze on her forehead. She was attached to so many tubes that it was nearly enough to trigger yoongi of his past. But he managed to keep his calm.

"Hoseok, can I have a picture of you guys?" Yoongi asked as softly as possible, fearing that the mother might think they were there to hurt her daughter. Hoseok glared. "please," Yoongi said, raising his eyebrows. Hoseok grumbled a few curses and pulled his phone out, getting a picture of his boyfriend.

Moonbyul watched them interact, whimpering when she tried to move. Yoongi took Hoseok's phone and cleared his throat, looking at the girl again, "if this is the man that hurt you, blink twice. if not, blink once," he said firmly, showing her a picture of Seokjin.

Moonbyul whimpered more, making Hoseok glare at Yoongi. "It's okay, you can tell us. I promise we won't hurt you,"

Finally, Moonbyul blinked twice.

Hoseok let out a breath, "She's lying," he said, his voice shaking with fear. "Why would she, Hoseok?!" Yoongi glared at Hoseok, his voice surprisingly still low. "That girl has been through torture no one should have to go through! She can barely move! She has so many tubes attached to her; she's sixteen and under high medication. Do you think she is in her right mind?!" he spat, his blood boiling.

"yes, she probably would," Hoseok replied. Yoongi scoffed, tearing up.

"Is that what you thought when Kiyoung raped me?"

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Word Count: 1213

Plot Twist Part Two.

ik i said id update soon but its like a week late smh- sorry- i was sick-

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