He felt like he was drowning.
Really, truly; the suffocating air, the burning of his lungs, the tight feeling around his windpipes.
He wasn't drowning, though. Instead he was suffocating by the hand of his ex lover, jealousy and hatred behind those calm chocolate brown eyes. There was fear, too, as any human in their right mind would have, but it was overcome by the look of despair. Amidst it all, there was a loud bang by the door - the almost deafening sound was most clearly someone trying to enter the flat. Probably Jungkook.
Hoseok struggled, taking a labored gasp of air as he weakly lifted his foot and kicked Taehyung off. He finally filled his lungs. Deep breaths, he told himself as he climbed to his feet. He made it a few meters before being tackled from behind, his body pinned down again. He screamed and Jungkook's knocks only got louder and more aggressive.
Hoseok's head hit the wood floor with a sickening crack, his vision disappearing at once. A searing pain was emanating from his skull. His hearing became dull, Taehyung's snarling voice sounding distant, as if the two were underwater. Drowning. He felt like he was drowning again. Taehyung grabbed Hoseok by the arm and pulled him to his feet, and he could feel blood trickling down the side of his face and hair. His vision still hadn't returned. Hoseok was more than perturbed when he was forced into a chair, his limp body already covered in all sorts of cuts and bruises despite the short amount of time he and Taehyung had been at it. He blinked a few times and he could begin to make out the shapes of miscellaneous items - the books strewn across the floor, the toppled shelf, the pool of crimson right where he'd fallen, the scissors laying on the table.
Scissors.
Hoseok waited a moment until Taehyung had turned his head in search of his own weapon before his hand reached for the item, forcing the sharp end into Taehyung's arm within seconds. The said man let out a pained cry and collapsed onto his knees. Hoseok shot up from the chair and limped to the door, ignoring the pounding headache as he almost broke the doorknob trying to unlock it. Once he did, Jungkook came running inside, frantically scooping Hoseok up in his arms.
It was a joyous moment that got cut short by the sound of cackling, chilling Hoseok to the bone. As he turned his head, the sound faded, leaving only the soft ringing of his ears. He started shaking. Trembling because that laugh was all to familiar, and he hadn't heard it in such a long time.
Taehyung rose to his feet, a rip in his shirt where the scissors had been. Jungkook was frozen, likely in fear, watching as Taehyung tossed the utensil away as if it was simply a bothersome bug. Which, to him, it probably was. Just another parasite only halting his plan for a few seconds.
The worst part was seeing Taehyung smile as blood dripped from his fingertips onto the floor.
As Taehyung charged, Hoseok began to envision what would happen after they were found, what the headlines would read - 'young adult found dead in his home, accompanied by his fiance'. He felt grief deep in his heart. If he were to die, he wanted Jungkook to stay alive. No matter what, Jungkook had to live. And suddenly he had a mission.
Hoseok grabbed Jungkook's shirt and pushed him out of the flat with all his strength, stumbling backward from the force of it. Taehyung reached him, and all he could think about was shutting the door so he wouldn't have to see Jungkook's pained expression. He kicked it closed, and from the shuffling just outside, he assumed Jungkook ran off to get someone. Next thing he knew Taehyung's larger body was obscuring his vision.
There was an odd silence. No noise, just staring. Then he was being forced into the ground again, and something metal was being forced through his eye. "Don't look at me like that, you pathetic son of a bitch." Was all Taehyung said, Hoseok being too shocked to say anything. He felt it. Blood was going down his temple. Everything to his right was black. He couldn't move that eye, either, meaning whatever was in it also blocked his ability to look around. He didn't feel any pain, which kinda baffled him, but he assumed it was only because of the adrenaline temporarily taking his mind off of it.
Taehyung pulled out the item (which was revealed to be the scissors from before) and plunged it into his chest.
Fuck.
It burned, and when Taehyung pulled it out, even more blood went splattering everywhere. Hoseok shrieked. Taehyung did it again, and again, until Hoseok was barely even conscious and he swore the only thing still moving was his heart. He cursed it because he honestly just wanted to be dead. The pain was so unbearable.
Then Taehyung was smiling again, and a wave of nostalgia ran over him - He knew why everything was so familiar. His dreams. They became a reality, something that should've been apparent to Hoseok from the start. Of course it'd become real. One more downward motion and Hoseok's heart slowly came to a stop, the image of Taehyung's smile burned into the back of his mind.
Except this time, he didn't wake up.
