"You were always such a divine sight, darling. One could drool."
contains;
-psychological thriller
-jikook & vhope
-stalking
-mature themes
-mental disorders
-murder
-death
-drugs
-blood/gore themes
-kidnapping
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chapter eleven: investigations and motel rooms ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Minutes dragged by as Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok awaited their ride. Back inside the bar, Taehyung had felt Hoseok slump against his shoulder, it had seemed as if he were falling asleep.
The male slipped an arm around his helpless boyfriend, "Come on. Let's head home, you can crash at mine tonight." He sighed, feeling quite drunk himself.
Taehyung stood up and the two slowly made their way to the door, the taller male struggling to hold Hoseok up. When the fresh air hit them, Taehyung took a deep breath, and at that moment, he felt Hoseok slip from his hold.
"Tired..." Hoseok muttered, before collapsing. His body crashed onto the cement with a loud thud, his figure appearing limp.
"Damn, klutz. Who told you to let go?" Taehyung chuckled, swaying as he knelt to try to help Hoseok up. But he was heavy and unresponsive.
"Dollface, get up. The uber's going to be here any second."
But Hoseok said nothing. Taehyung had lifted his upper body and he watched as Hoseok's head dipped back, mumbling incoherent nonsense. Taehyung immediately realized something was wrong.
"Hoseok. Hey!" Taehyung shook him and patted the male's face, his eyes wide with fear. The whites in Hoseok's eyes are what had begun to concern him.
"Hoseok, wake up!" He shouted at him, but the result was the same. Taehyung tried waving a hand at the bystanders passing by, "Hey—somebody! I need help!"
But many neglected him.
"Oh come on, assholes! Can't you be decent fucking humans and help me out!" He growled, reaching into his pockets for his phone and quickly dialing 911.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"Ah—my boyfriend passed out and he isn't waking up! We were drinking, I think something is wrong, h-he's barely breathing, please—"
"Where are you located, sir?"
"We're just outside a dive bar, Hank's on serpent street!"
"We'll send someone right away, please stay where you are."
Taehyung sighed shakily and bit his lip nervously, "Please hurry." He whispered, he dropped his phone and held Hoseok's face. He was so still, and entirely out of it. Taehyung leaned in close and tried to see if he was breathing, his own heart thumping in his throat. He heard a single rasp and then silence.
