Starting fresh in New York, Satine Fontaine plunges into a fiery romance with the enigmatic Taehyung. But when a daring decision lands her a job under the city's most coveted bachelor, she's torn between love and ambition. As secrets surface and pas...
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Flashback, 1st April 1997, 2:46am
It was a particularly stormy night.
New Yorkers often cherished these evenings, when the rain would hammer down, the sky would ignite with flashes of lightning, and thunder's roar would echo for miles.
These were the nights when something poetic happened, or something really fucking bad.
In one corner of Brooklyn, Satine lay exhausted, having just endured Taehyung's rough passion. He had turned to sex and an unholy amount of whiskey to cope with JK's leave.
You're right, nothing new there.
Hoseok was no different, though he couldn't recall the last person he'd slept with since falling for Satine. He stuck to alcohol, lying with his forehead pressed against Dynaco's bar top, waiting for Yoongi to join him.
Little did he know, his friend never would.
On the other side of Brooklyn, Yoongi stepped out of his apartment for the final time, mentally mapping out his route to Dynaco. He was unable to shake the feeling that he might have overdone it with the drinking this time.
It was no real secret that he struggled with his mental health, but that day felt particularly hellish. Fifteen shots of vodka, plus an unforgiving, expired bottle of rum, pushed him right to the brink of sanity.
The articles endlessly swirled in his mind: bold black letters and an array of high school photographs. He had come home from the library the night before, hoping to sleep on it and figure out the best course of action, but it always came down to loyalty—and Taehyung had his.
He couldn't deny it, there was still a part of him that yearned to call Diana, as she was always there late at night when he needed to vent. She had become one of his closest friends in the short time he'd known her. But he couldn't even do that anymore.
Because she was the problem. She was half the reason he was now wasted, stumbling along the bank of Newtown Creek.
He was there, desperately trying to piece together the right words to tell Taehyung about his discovery, knowing full well that they would be the words that shattered his friend's life.
Yoongi wasn't sure why he was drawn there of all places, considering it was two miles in the wrong direction. Perhaps it had something to do with the happy memories of rebelling with his schoolmates or spending one too many nights passed out there with Hoseok. Whatever the reason was, he felt at peace hanging his head over the railing, letting the pelting rain sober him up. A drunk Yoongi and the truth never mixed well - this was something he was going to have to explain sober-ish.
He was trying to do better, if it was any consolation. Trying not to be a screw-up and spend the rest of his life relying on alcohol. But he needed to take the edge off this time; it was important.
So he focused on the raindrops hitting the creek with a mad sense of ferocity. He had always loved the rain; it was the only thing apart from Hoseok that could clear his head.
He thought of his best friend for a moment, feeling calmer already. He couldn't wait to see him; to have someone there for support.
"I'm coming, Hobi!" He slurred his words, aiming his call vaguely toward Dynaco. "Just give me a minute to get ready! Gotta be all set before I mess up some more shit in my life!"
A sudden scrape of shoes caught Yoongi's attention, but honestly, he had no desire to turn around. It was probably just a homeless guy or a crackhead, and he was convinced he'd actually make friends with them at that point. Somebody who didn't know anything about the mess he was about to dive into
"I have no money!" he yelled over his shoulder. "Just the secrets of the world!" He ended up chuckling at how ridiculous he sounded.
There was no response from the person until their breath warmed the back of Yoongi's neck.
"I'm sorry," the voice said softly, "he just can't find out yet. It'll ruin everything."
Yoongi snapped his head around, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.
"Holy s-" Before he could even question their presence, the iciness of the canon pressed against his temple.
Then, not even half a second later, the sound of the gunshot rattled through the air, and Yoongi's secret was sinking to the bottom of the creek along with his body.
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A/N
Well shit, not a suicide then.
I love this chapter. It's short but I'm proud of it.
Even authors can be devastated by their work!
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