Falling for Your Lies(sope)

The Feeling of Guilt.

Authors pov

Yoongi sat on his bed, his gaze unfocused, drifting between shadows in his dorm room. Thoughts of Hoseok lingered in his mind like ghosts he couldn’t dispel, haunting him night after night. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t escape the relentless guilt. He remembered the moment he’d given hyun that VCD. releasing that video of them together. At the time, he’d convinced himself it was for a laugh, or at least for some twisted satisfaction in a moment of anger. But now, even the memory made his stomach twist with regret.

Every night since, he’d dreamed of Hoseok’s tear-streaked face, asking him why—over and over, like a mantra he couldn’t escape. And then, as if karma had finally caught up with him, he heard that Hoseok was…gone. Missing. Maybe worse.

What hurt almost as much was knowing that Hyun and Theo, the friends who’d spurred him on, had abandoned him. They’d called off the stupid bet, took their twenty thousand won back, and left, shaking their heads as they told him he’d gone too far. “It was only supposed to be a prank,” they’d said. “You didn’t have to do that.” Alone now, Yoongi realized how much he had lost—Hoseok’s loyalty, the love that had once been so freely given, his true friends, even his own peace of mind. And it all felt unforgivable.

A soft knock at the door broke his thoughts. Sighing, he got up, unsure who’d be visiting him at this hour. But the second he opened the door, a fist connected hard with his nose. The pain flared, sharp and sudden, and he stumbled back, clutching his nose as blood began to trickle down his fingers. Blinking through the pain, he looked up to see Jungkook standing there, rage written plainly across his face.

“What the fuck, Jungkook?” Yoongi managed to get out, though his voice trembled.

But Jungkook didn’t even flinch. He stormed in, grabbing Yoongi by the collar with one hand, his knuckles white, and punched him again, this time catching Yoongi’s eye. Yoongi’s world spun as he collapsed onto the floor, his face throbbing.

The others were there now—Namjoon, Taehyung, Jin and jimin—rushing in behind Jungkook. Namjoon tried to restrain him, holding him back and whispering, “That’s enough, Jungkook.” But Jungkook shoved him away, his voice choked with emotion as he pointed a trembling finger at Yoongi.

“I hate you. I hate you so fucking much,” Jungkook spat, tears streaming down his face. “Do you realize what you’ve done? Because of your selfish, thoughtless act, we’ve lost him. Hoseok is gone—and it’s all because of you. You’re going to live with that guilt for the rest of your miserable life.”

Yoongi’s heart seized, the full weight of Jungkook’s words pressing down on him. “W-What?” he stammered, eyes wide with shock and pain.

Without warning, Jin stepped forward and punched him, catching everyone off guard. Jin, who was usually so calm, had tears in his eyes as he pointed an accusing finger at Yoongi. “I hope you rot in hell for what you did to Hoseok. I hope the guilt eats away at you every single day.”

Yoongi clutched his cheek, the pain mingling with the sting of shame. He didn’t dare look up, didn’t dare meet Jin’s gaze as the bruises from Jungkook’s fists began to throb in rhythm with his heartbeat. His whole body felt like it was breaking, the physical pain nothing compared to the ache inside him.

Jin’s voice softened, but the bitterness remained. “Hoseok did nothing to deserve any of this,” he said. “He didn’t do anything but love you, Yoongi. That sweet, innocent soul—Hobi didn’t do shit. And yet you destroyed him. You released that video knowing exactly what it would do to him. You wanted to hurt him.” Jin’s face twisted in pain. “None of us will ever forgive you for this. Ever.”

With that, Jin turned and stormed out, leaving Yoongi alone with his remorse. One by one, the others left as well, not saying a word, but each look felt like another knife to his heart. They didn’t bother closing the door behind them. Yoongi was left staring after them, his mind spinning.

Hoseok was dead? The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. His breaths came fast and shallow as he clutched at his chest, the full weight of his actions settling in, heavy and suffocating. The image of Hoseok’s face, once filled with such warmth and love, now haunted him in a different way. He stumbled back, his knees hitting the floor as he buried his face in his hands, shaking.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” he whispered, over and over, as if the words could somehow erase the damage he’d done. But deep down, he knew that no apology would ever be enough to bring Hoseok back—or to lift the guilt that would haunt him forever.