Obsession | SOPE

Hope is such a myth

YOU FUCKING LEFT ME! IDIOT!" He shouted.

Hoseok recalled what happened.
He now felt pathetic.

Yoongi was the reason he was feeling hollow.
He left the place to forget the feelings.
Because he knew it will hurt way much more than it’s hurting now.

Hoseok pulled Yoongi closer.

"Why did you do it, Hoba?" Yoongi mumbled, wrinkling his shirt's collar.

"Do you know how tipsy you sound?" Hoseok asked.

"I don't wanna know." He stated. "I FUCKING DON'T WANNA KNOW!" Yoongi pushed him.

Hoseok obviously fell miserably on the floor, hitting his head.

"You're really drunk. I'll drop you home." He unbotheredly spoke off while getting up.

Yoongi's eye got fuzzy.
He was crying.

And he didn't wanna stay there anymore. But he wanted an answer, he wanted justice towards his feelings. Everything this guy ever did was questionable.

Hoseok was the one who led him on, making him hoping that this could be more than a one-night stand. And now he wanted to disappear like he was never been there.

This is not right.

Yoongi was not sad because Hoseok did him dirty, he was just tired every time fighting for justice. Justice towards him, justice for his sister, justice for a corrupted country like Korea.

*𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤* / Yoongi's point of view /

"Sir, it's been two weeks my sister is missing." I verbalized.

"Look. You are from Busan. You should file a case there. This is Seoul. We can't help you right now." The officer stated.

"But she works here, sir. Filing a case in Busan won't help. She got missing from here! And I already filed a missing report there. They told me to personally ask for help from the Seoul department. I don't know why I'm still not getting a trace of my sister." I explained.

My eyes hurt from not sleeping. I feel so tired. All I wanted was to see Yuri.

"Okay. Say exactly everything you know. We'll see it." He finally looked at me. Still pissed.

"My mom and dad passed away when I was 10. And my sister moved to Seoul to run the family. I live in the school dormitory at the moment.
My sister would come to meet me twice a week. But it's been two weeks, her phone is dead. I even tried to contact at the place she told me she's working. I found nothing. No one picks up the call. I don't know where she works. I realized I don't know anything." I sighed.

"How old is your sister?" The elderly man asked while sipping from his cup.

"19." I responded.

"So she's also young. Look, you're telling me your sister works at some mysterious place that you know nothing about? And how old are you, exactly?" He annoyingly asked.

"15." I replied, tightening my jaw.

"Ok, so she begin working when she's only 14? And yeah, I don't blame you for not knowing anything because she would have never told you." He gritted.

I knew exactly where he's taking it.
And it's frustrating.

My sister is the only person I had left on this Earth.
And now they won't help me find her based on their filthy assumption.

"Look kid. Don't waste your time. Focus on your study. And forget about her, just like she did about you." He spoke off.

My blood starts boiling.