Craven AU - M.Y.

The end

Hoseok's P.O.V.

I've always been really worried about Yoongi. I've always tried to look after him like he was my brother. About two months ago I noticed his smile slowly disappearing and being replaced by a mask; a dark hood over his eyes.

I didn't see him as often as I wanted to, but I did notice when he lost himself. I tried desperately to talk to him but he ignored me. I would try and give him some food but he would fake a smile and say that he already had something to eat.

I couldn't stand seeing him practically dying in front of my eyes.

I was surprised when he came up the stairs and smiled. He said hello and walked straight into his apartment, with his polaroid camera hanging from his shoulder. I remember how I stood still, paralyzed. I was shocked. He hadn't talked to me in months so I knew something was wrong. I could feel it in my gut.

The walls between our apartments are paper thin, so I could hear everything. I remember sitting on my couch, slouched over, knees jumping and hands on my covering my mouth. I remember listening to the water flowing through the pipes, unaware of what was happening. The water stopped and I heard a slam of what I assumed was a draw or closet. Listening attentively I heard footsteps and the sound of a chair sliding on the wooden floors. I couldn't hear anything else after that.

My leg stopped bouncing and I jumped up from the couch, rushing to press my ear against the wall. After a few minutes of hearing nothing, I heard the chair sliding against the wood. I remember breathing out a sigh of relief. He was still there, he was still alive. I walked to my door so I could see him when I heard a loud thump, the sound of skin slapping the ground. Without a second of hesitation I slammed my apartment door open and knocked on his door.

There was no response.

I knocked again.

No response.

Panicking I banged on the door.

Still no response.

Everything was a blur after I knocked the door down.

I quickly rushed back into my room and grabbed my phone. I dialed the number I knew oh too well.

The words I said felt foreign to me.

"My friend just collapsed!"

"He's not breathing!"

"I can't feel a heartbeat!"

"I think he's DEAD"

Dead. the word echoed around my head as I sat in my apartment reading his diary entries. How did I not notice? I read every single one.

The Artificial Light

The Spilt Dreams

The Broken Boy

The Mask

The Hardening Cement

And The Polaroid Camera

I felt every word.

When officer Jeon entered and handed me the diary, I was confused. He looked at me and breathed out a sigh. All he said was "you might want to read that" before he left, leaving the door wide open.

I will forever miss Yoongi,

Just like my other friend who saw no hope.

Park Jimin.