To Busan and Back || YoonMin

-Chapter 7-

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*WARNING* - HIGHLY CONFUSING, PLEASE READ CAREFULLY AND REMEMBER THE BOOK WELL. ANY QUESTIONS I AM FREE TO ANSWER SO PLEASE COMMENT IF YOU DON'T GET IT. *BAM* BRAIN-SPLOSION

-Taehyung POV-

I had to leave Yoongi.. I had to leave the school.. I had to leave my friends.. I had to.. I couldn't be suspended.

Because of my brother.

Jungkook.

-Hyuk POV-

I really felt so much for Jungkook. It was easy hurting Jimin, but it took a lot out of me. I wasn't cut out for it, my gang would tease. But the minute Hoseok ordered me to hurt Jungkook, I just couldn't.

Hoseok towered above Hyuk. "What did you just say to me, you spork(!)?" he growled, fury lighting his malevolent eyes.

Hyuk stepped backwards, but said steadily, "I said, I can't torture Jungkook. Have a problem?"

Hoseok glared at the resistent boy and decided, "Hongbin go to Jungkook. And make it extra painful~" He smirked at Hyuk, triumphant.

Hyuk sighed and began to walk back to his room. Hoseok called after him, "I'll deal with you later, Hyukkie." No matter what cute nicknames he used, the cruelness was evident.

He turned towards Hyuk. "And one more thing. Jungkook is going to be dead by tomorrow."

After everyone heard of Jungkook's and Jimin's escaping, Leo got a huge bashing. I wasn't allowed the details, being the maknae, but when Hoseok was done, several deep cuts lined Leo's skin, and his eyes were swollen.

Fear trembled my legs as I waited for our leader to come. If that happened to Leo, what would happen to me? Trickles of water ran down my cheeks as my breathing deepened. The lock clicked and there he was.

"You crying?" Hoseok said softly. I nodded and gulped. He sounded harmless right now. Maybe nothing would happen. Maybe-

I couldn't finish my thought as I was brutally kicked onto the floor. Hoseok's shoe pressed against my face, harder and harder, until it became too much to bear. "I'm sorry- I-I'm sorry-" I breathed, the tears that were once only trickling became into an ocean of regret.

"Where were you when they left? When they escaped," Hoseok kicked my face to the side and hovered over me. "Huh? TELL ME."

I hesitated a moment too long. "You freed them didn't you..?" My eyes darted down self consciously.

I felt his shoe stomp down again, leaving my face more bruised and bloodied than before. Shutting my eyes, it was the only thing I could do at the moment. But then the pain stopped. I heard footsteps as they echoed into the distance. It was over, I thought.

Sitting up on my bed, I coughed up a stream of blood, splattering itself all over my white mattress. I thought of Jungkook. Scars lining his arms, tears falling down his face and into his bloody legs. Then I had blacked out.

-Hongbin POV-

I walked into Hyuk's room. It was oddly quiet since Hyuk usually makes a lot of noise. "Hyukkie?" I called out. My voice echoed throughout the ghostly room. Then I saw him. There Hyuk lay, blood leaking around him, contrasting with the blankness of his room.

"Hyuk? Wake up! You don't want to be late for Hoseok's meeting! Hyuk, c'mon stop playing with me!" I laughed crazily, and fell to the floor, tears streaming down my face. "Hyuk.." I whispered and cried myself to sleep, next to him.

Pretending he was still alive.

-Hyuk POV-

The room was completely white. And black. It kept on changing, never knowing what the actual color was. I walked around. Something pricked my leg and I looked at the floor. Pieces of glass lined it, shattering the serenity of the ever-changing ground. They caught my eye immediately, because I thought I saw Hoseok in the dull reflection.

It couldn't be. I was delusional. I had to be. This was a dream. It had to be.

"This isn't a dream," a soft voice echoed through my mind. Somehow, it was so familiar. Except it escaped my mind like wind.

"Who are you?" I called out, to no one particular, as I couldn't see the body that belonged to this mysterious voice.

He simply ignored my question and continued, "You still haven't learned, have you? Another life perhaps.." By now the alternating colors had given me a headache. "See these colors? You cannot make up your mind. Ever. In all your lives. And I had such high hopes for this one!" He seemed to be sighing, and said, "Now it's time to end it. You ran out of chances, Hyuk. Or should I call you Hoseok?"

My migraine made me drop to the floor, as I whimpered, "W-What? Hoseok?" Pieces of glass cut my knees, but the pain was nothing compared to my headache.

The truth hit me. The changing colors, the floor, the glass. Everything. I was split in two. I existed in my own mind. Two of me. But the minute I started loving, it was gone. All the balance in my mind. So I killed myself. Through my other body.

Did I really exist? Has my willpower been so strong it influenced others that I was really there? Both of me? My alternate personalities. I tried to kill the source of my conflicting love so that I could keep my mind in check. But the minute I couldn't, I retorted to the other source. Myself.

I was dead, inside and out. No more. But if Hyuk was dead, Hoseok was still alive. Because Hyuk was only an illusion. Fear grasped my heart. I didn't want to die.

I wanted to be normal.

I wanted to love someone.