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Jung Hoseok comes back home to Korea with his girlfriend, Amy, after spending 3 years in America. After visiting an ancient sight open to the public, where Amy wanted to learn more of her Korean heritage, Hoseok discovers a more hands...
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⚠️ Warning-NSFW sexual content present
Darkness. That's all Yoongi sees in front of him. The long hall seems endless. It looks like the hall of their apartment, but he knows it's not.
He's walked this hall in pitch black, eyes shut and Hoseok's lips attached to his, lips moving down his throat as they'd stumble down it to the bedroom countless times.
This one is longer, slanted. A mere false sense of comfort made to illude him just before the rug is pulled under.
But it's nothing new in his life. He's used to always being alert, waiting for that rug to be pulled and his life to fall apart like it always does.
A light grows at the end of the hall, the only beacon and hope for an exit. Yoongi follows it. A small coal pot lit into a bright yellow and orange flame flickers in front of him. And flickering in the smoke tendrils, a village burning down. Until it's all around him.
And then he can't breathe. The smoke chokes him, the screams of those burning ring in his ears. And what lights in the distance at the top of a hill, his old hut. The one he burned with his own hands, what seems so long ago now. There's no way out. No way out.
He runs, through the village, passing fallen and trampled, a few escaping, the bodies of charred children.
"You're a murderer. How can you pretend to live normally?" It's Jimin's voice, he recognized, distant and hazy, Jimin nowhere in his sight.
"He is, isn't he?" Hoseok. Not Hoseok. His voice is louder, so much clearer than the others. Of course, it is.
Yoongi shook his head frantically. "No...no you told me I'm not." His eyes welled with tears.
A cry erupts from behind him. He abruptly turns and Hoseok is in front of him now, just as charred as the rest, skin peeling from his flesh with a sword through his middle.
"You even killed me..." Hoseok utters brokenly
"No...No!" He screams. Covering his ears, crouching to the ground.
