"Evergreen, he tears me to pieces"
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A relationship gets tested when a handsome new face arrives in town. Will this relationship stand as strong as it has for years? Or will the foundation crac...
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yoongi pov. 4:32 am
All oxygen left my body upon hearing the sound of Hobi's parents tell me things I never thought I would hear. "Hobi died," my room began to spin and my knees began to buckle as if the words themselves had knocked all air from my lungs. My "What?" my response came out in a whisper, cracked and feeble. "No, no—what are you saying?".
"Hobi..." his father began, voice trembling. He stopped, swallowed hard, then continued, "The cleaners had found him. They called the ambulance to try to help him, but he was gone before they got there."
"What happened? Did he fall? Was he sick?" I shook my head furiously, the words themselves echoing in my mind.
"There's no easy way to say this as we are both shocked ourselves, but...he took his own life," This wasn't real. He was about to graduate, he was about to venture off to America and choreograph for a bunch of pop stars. This wasn't real.
I kept hoping they were practicing for an upcoming movie, but they never faltered their tears and their sorrow.
"I know this must be tough for you. As we call all his friends, we are inviting them over to the house. You're more than welcome to come, the staff will let you in. We are taking a flight back home to help comfort you all later this morning," This wasn't real.
How could someone so vibrant, so irreplaceable—be gone? I never got to experience love with him. I never get to see him again. This wasn't real.
"Please let us know if you will be coming over as the staff has special duty to only allow his closest friends and dance team into the home," his mother was shattered. I could hear the guilt in her voice. Hobi was her miracle baby after four miscarriages, she loved him more than life itself, but somehow she (and her husband) got caught up in the career that little attention was shown to him. He died alone.
I nodded my head, which of course they didn't hear and the phone call ended. I had no strength to do or say anything. I wanted nothing more but to be able to call that boy mine and that has been taken from me. Suicide? Hobi? Those two words don't even match.
4:50 am. taehyung pov.
I was asleep, like many people in this city when my phone rang. I wanted to ignore it, but the ringing was persistent, almost as if it was telling me that this was important.
I took my phone off the charger as saw the name on the screen; Mrs. Jung. I immediately sat up in worry, because Hobi's mom never, ever calls me.
I answerthe phone and put it to my ear. Little did I know, I was about to hear the most devastating words in my entire existence.
