'Alright, tomorrow's the last day for us here in America. We shall go home and discuss about it.' Namjoon said.
'Bangtan! Bang , Bangtan!' They cheered and dismissed. Hoseok walked to his room that he shared with Yoongi.
He opened the door to see Yoongi still peacefully sleeping in the same position where he left him at.
'Hyung must have been really tired.' He thought to himself. He cut the lights off and got himself comfortable on the unfamiliar hotel bed.'Hyung, jaljayo.' He said before snuggling into the duvet on his bed and soon fell asleep.
Hoseok woke up to the sound of whimpering. He immediately knew it was his hyung.
'Why? Why did you have to do it?' He heard from the bed next to his. He got up from his bed to comfort his hyung. He woke him up where Yoongi hugged and cried to him.
'I loved her, Hoseok.' He cried out.
'I loved her! We were going to get married.' He stated. Hoseok pitied the elder he was embracing in his arms.
'It's okay hyung, she's in a better place, watching over you.' He consoled Yoongi.
Yoongi wiped his snot away , pulling his long sleeved sweater. Hoseok noticed.
'Hyung.' He said.
'Hmm?' Yoongi said.
'Give me your arm.' He stated firmly.
'No.' Yoongi refused. Hoseok grew suspicious but decided not to push it since his hyung was still emotionally unstable.
Once Yoongi fell asleep in the younger's arms, Hoseok took the chance to check his arms. He pushed Yoongi's long sleeves back and what he saw, horrified him. It took the soul out of him. Yoongi's arms were filled with scars, fresh scars from cutting.
Hoseok knew he needed to inform the others, they can't let him do this anymore. This was getting out of hand. He traced his fingers lightly onto his hyung's scar. It hurt him that his hyung was hurting. Heck, everyone was hurting.
There were lots of scars. Some were fresh, some were faded but it left a mark. Maybe this was why he kept insisting on wearing long sleeves and inners during concerts.
The next morning came by in a blink of an eye. Yoongi shook Hoseok awake as they were leaving to the next venue in approximately 2 hours time. The younger groaned as his hyung pulled open the blinds, forcing him to wake up.
The band gathered around a small table that was able to fit all 7 of the in the banquet hall where the morning buffet was held at. As Yoongi left his seat, Hoseok told the members what he saw that left all the members gasping or showing pity. Yoongi came back to his seat as some of the members disperse to get their own food to avoid being suspicious.
Yoongi munched onto his food, thinking about ideas that he can write for his mixtape. As he took a bite onto the french toast, memories flooded back.
Flashback.
'Ya! What do you want for breakfast?' Yoongi asked his sleeping dearest that was lying down on their bed.
'It's okay, I'm not hungry.' She mumbled, lying down as she felt sick. Just then, her tummy grumbled loudly making Yoongi smirk.
'It's so your attitude to deny.' Yoongi chuckled from the front door. 'Alright, rest now. I'll surprise you.' He smiled, walking out of the room leaving the door open slightly ajar. Yoongi knew she wanted to eat french toast as it was a favorite but because she knew Yoongi wasn't much of a good cook, she denied. Yoongi grabbed his keys and left to the cafe opposite their apartment.
Yoongi ordered a set meal that contained french toast with a cup of hot tea and paid. As the food arrived, he thanked the chef and left for his dearest at home.
He arranged the food neatly onto a Japanese table and brought it into their room.
'Babe, food's here.' He smiled as his girlfriend woke up from a short nap he assumed.
'Yoongi!' She gasped. 'How did you know I wanted this?' She smiled.
'No matter how much you deny, I know you love french toast.' Yoongi planted a kiss on her forehead.
A tear unconsciously rolled down his cheek again. Those happy memories brought tears to his eyes. He wiped his tear away and looked up to see all his members looking at him with a worried expression.
'What?' He said, trying to avoid being questioned. The members turned away and continued eating and chatting among themselves.
They all piled up into their van that will take them to their next venue after washing up and finishing their breakfast. As they reached the venue, they were given a short briefing on how they'll enter and leave the stage.
The concert ended quickly and soon, they were all on the plane ready to fly home. Jimin sat beside Yoongi while the manager sat with the leader and Jin and the rest together. Hoseok being that hyperactive child in the beagle line, filmed a Bangtan Bomb to be uploaded later on.
'Suga hyung, say something to the camera.' He said as he pointed the camera towards the elder.
'Hello, I'm Suga and I'm a rapper.' Yoongi spoke in English. His pronunciation was a bit off but it was clear on what he wanted to say. As Hoseok turned the camera off, they all talked till they fell asleep on the 12 hour long ride home.
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Psychopath (BTS Suga)
FanfictionScreaming. Trashing the house. Crying at 3 am in the morning. It all starts with a random flashback of Yoongi's dead fiancee or worse, a nightmare of his beloved. Psychotic was what the members called him. Psychopath was his name...