so far away | yoonkook

noon : 25

the incessant screeching bouts to make someone bleed through their ears, loud enough to maybe blow someone's head off their neck. it irritates generations of both living and the dead.

the cries aren't normal, at least not human. it seems like the sound is coming from some kind of motorized beast with a metallic mouth and runs on gas. a limbless creature coated in white with blue and red stripes that contains not one but two or more souls in uniforms.

cops and their cars.

they're calling out to him now, men with batons and silver shells tucked away in the chamber of their guns. leather holsters hang from their belts and badges brimming with authority are pinned to their chest to validate them as gods.

yoongi could only hope that none of their bullets leave their barrels.

there are lights reflecting onto his skin as they swim pass the curtains, making him glow with hues as obscure as the way his brain functions, wishing to comprehend what was happening.

voices mention his father's last name over and over like a chant. they formulated the song themselves, in hopes that it would lure this lawbreaker outside. but yoongi doesn't move.

his first concern was "where's jungkook?", second "how did they find me?". because he's alone when he woke up, the bed empty, save for his own body filling half the space. the covers are a mismatch like he recalls they were, the pillow on jungkook's side has fallen to the floor and jungkook's shoes are near the door but he's not in them.

the noise blares louder and yoongi thinks this time it causes his skull to crack. it leaves him lightheaded, being subjected to tunes pass the standard frequency and the lights burn bright trying to break through his lids when he closes his eyes.

he wants to yell out to jungkook but he's too afraid for the cops to learn of his presence. he stumbles out of the mattress, the sheets spill to the ground and he struggles with them for a moment before he's standing up and racing to the door.

yoongi fumbles with the knob a second or two, unable to contain his nerves and stop his fears from overtaking him. because this wasn't happening, he wasn't going back, he wants to see jungkook. and when he gets the godforsaken door out of the way, yoongi spares no more seconds and makes his escape.

yet he stumbles back, colliding with a barrier he hadn't noticed that was in his way. curses leave his mouth but when he looks up, they cease. he wants to say thanks instead. so many fucking thanks that it'd probably shoot him into the heavens.

jungkook is on the floor, clutching his head with both hands as if it were to split into two if he didn't hold each side together.

"jungkook-ah." yoongi crawls towards him and decides he'd rather use up his minutes holding this boy rather than making a break for the exit. he wraps his arms around jungkook, holds him tight because it did matter with his life. he doesn't want his last seconds to be a disappointment. if they were taking him away, at least let him have the opportunity to be with the one he loved.

"jungkook-ah, I'm sorry." the tears don't fail to fall this time. they seep through the material of yoongi's blue jumper on jungkook and touches his skin beneath it.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." yoongi buries his face into jungkook's shoulder. his eyes are shut tight but he can still see the blinding artificial hues of water that ran deep and blood sunsets. it doesn't help that the siren's volume increases almost the same time his heartrate picks up. he trembles when jungkook hugs back, the kid's arms are light and his embrace is loose.

he would prefer being shot dead than be taken away. he wouldn't be able to stomach the dread he'd be facing when he's torn away from this boy who completely saved him.

"hyung." then he speaks and yoongi thought his heart couldn't shatter even further when it's already been blown to bits. but it does so to the sound of that voice.

"jungkook-ah, remember me, okay? remember me when I leave, remember me even though weeks or months or years have passed. remember my name. remember me, please."

"hyung, I'm sorry." jungkook is whispering, still so quiet and collected, but he is also very loud. the weight his words carry is almost as heavy as the weight in yoongi's chest.

by now, yoongi's heart is too tired and weak to hold all the things hoarding in him. it's probably plummeted down into his stomach. by now, yoongi just wants to throw up guts and simply perish.

but the world doesn't allow him an easy escape.

jungkook begins rubbing his back, trying to ease all the pain away but nothing happens. yoongi falls apart in jungkook's arms, despite jungkook wanting to hold him together. his pieces topple between the spaces jungkook's being could not fill and smash to the ground.

"there's no point in running away, hyung." jungkook says. his voice overpowers the alarms. the rest of the world is muted and when yoongi opens his eyes, his sight settles onto utter darkness. the black is thicker than ink and has enveloped their surroundings. no light could penetrate it no matter how strong the charges were.

there is nothing left, not even a ground holding them up is visible. just nothing. it is whole and palpable but at the same time not so much.

and when jungkook speaks once more, yoongi hears it. the cold hollowness that makes his bones tremble and his soul shake. "because hell will always find you."

there it is, the emptiness, the nothingness that beats him until he knows he's unrecognizable anymore. it gnaws at his insides and turns him weak and it haunts him to know that

it resides

right

in the flesh

of the one

he loved.