Bound by Darkness(Sope)

31~ Aftermath

Authors pov

Hoseok lay on the bed, his body trembling with the remnants of pain and despair. The room was eerily silent except for his quiet, broken sobs. His entire being ached—physically and emotionally—from the torment Yoongi had inflicted on him. He couldn't bring himself to move, the sheets under him damp from his tears. He felt hollow, as though something vital inside him had been taken away, leaving only a void where hope used to reside.

Yoongi sat beside him, silent and unmoving, his gaze fixed on Hoseok’s trembling form. The anger that had fueled his earlier actions was dissipating, replaced by a gnawing guilt that he couldn't shake. He knew he had crossed a line, but the possessiveness that raged within him had driven him to this point. Even as Hoseok's tears pulled at something deep within him, he remained silent, unsure of what to say or do.

Hoseok’s breaths came out in ragged gasps, the pain from his injuries making every inhalation a struggle. His heart was heavy, burdened by the realization that the person he had once felt some semblance of safety with had shattered his trust in the cruelest way possible. He felt dirty, used, and utterly broken.

"Why...?" Hoseok’s voice cracked as he finally spoke, though it was barely a whisper. "Why did you do this to me?"

Yoongi flinched at the sound of Hoseok’s voice, raw and filled with a pain that stabbed at his conscience. He opened his mouth to respond but found that no words came out. What could he say? That it was out of jealousy? Possessiveness? Love twisted into something monstrous?

"I hate you..." Hoseok continued, his voice weak but laced with venom. "I hate you so much... I'll never forgive you for this."

Yoongi’s chest tightened painfully at Hoseok’s words, but he knew he deserved them. He deserved far worse. He had let his darkest impulses take control, and now the consequences were staring him in the face. Still, a part of him wanted to reach out, to apologize, to somehow make things right—but he knew that might be impossible now.

"Hoseok..." Yoongi’s voice was low, almost inaudible, as he finally found the courage to speak. "I—"

"Don't," Hoseok cut him off sharply, turning his head away from Yoongi. "Don't say anything. Just leave. I don't want to see you. I don't want to hear your voice. Just... leave me alone."

"Atleast let me heal your wounds—"

"Yoongi... Please, I beg of you, just leave me."

The room fell into an agonizing silence. Yoongi remained still, his hand twitching with the urge to touch Hoseok, to offer some comfort, but he knew it wasn't what Hoseok wanted. He had hurt him in a way that couldn’t be undone, and now he had to face the consequences of his actions.

Reluctantly, Yoongi stood up, his movements slow and heavy as if the weight of his guilt was physically bearing down on him. He cast one last look at Hoseok, who remained curled up on the bed, his back to Yoongi, before turning and leaving the room without another word.

The door clicked shut behind him, and Hoseok was left alone in the chamber. His sobs grew louder as he buried his face into the pillows, clutching the sheets as if they were the only things keeping him grounded. The room seemed to close in around him, the oppressive atmosphere suffocating in its stillness.

For the first time in a long while, Hoseok felt truly alone. The weight of what had happened settled heavily on his chest, suffocating him with despair. All he could do was cry, his body wracked with sobs that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul.

As the minutes ticked by, Hoseok’s tears slowly subsided, leaving him feeling utterly drained. His mind was numb, unable to process the full extent of his trauma. He knew he should get up, clean himself, do something—anything—but he couldn’t bring himself to move.

All he wanted was to disappear, to fade away into nothingness where the pain couldn't reach him. But he knew that was impossible. He was trapped in this nightmare, and there was no escape in sight.

Curling into himself, Hoseok closed his eyes, wishing for sleep to take him away from the torment that was now his reality.