Life Time in Repeat (Sope fic)

Chapter 0: One year before

⚠️WARNING!  This is a very triggering book with suicide, depression, self-harm, and a bit of drug abuse! Please do not read if sensitive to these topics!⚠️

6:45 am

I woke up hoping to see a text from Yoongi. He has been silent for two days. No notifications from him...damn. I get up and throw on a hoodie and sweats.

He wouldn't be up this early anyway. I take a breath and start cooking breakfast and making tea. It was quiet in my small apartment in Seoul. I had moved here three years ago. I was a young bright-eyed 20-year-old. Oh, the good old days. I chuckle lightly remembering stinking through the city.

The toaster bings and I grab my toast and fill up a cup with tea. I head to my laptop to set up some music for today.

9:45 am

Still no sign from Yoongi, I had finished breakfast and set up my playlist for my dance today. I pack up getting ready to go. I text Yoongi really quickly.

Me: Hey Yoongs! It's me your Hope! I'm omw to dance. Let's meet up for lunch at 12

I send out the text and head to the studio.

11:45 am

Still no response. Hmmm. I pack up after practice to go check in on Yoongi. I know he might be antisocial but he has never been this quiet. He usually has something salty and rude to say. No matter what. I start to feel a ball of dread form.

I really hope he hasn't started hurting himself again. I hope he is ok.

My nerves get to me and I sprint to his apartment. Fear eating away at me. I run into the lobby and up the stairs to the fourth floor. I dig around for my key. I was shaking as I open the door.

It looked intact, but I know better. I set my bag down calling out for him. No response. I continue into the apartment and I stop breathing.

His room was trashed. Clothes, bed sheets, books, paper, pencils, keyboard, pictures, everything was thrown around. I walk into it shaking and tears start to form.

I creep to the bathroom and I hesitate.

"Y-Yoongi?" I try one more time before I look at.

I scream out sobbing. He was in the tub. I can't even begin to explain.

He is dead. My best friend-no the love of my life is dead.

I slide down the wall sobbing loudly still in shock. I don't know how long I'm there until the neighbor finds us and calls the police.

They took me in and I thought u was being questioned for murder until they hand me the note.

"I don't want to," I cry.

"It is addressed to you," the officer says.

I refuse to open it. I loved him too much for it to be true. I take it home and leave it on my bedside table.

6:45 am two days later.

I wake up and put on my suit. I don't bother cover my bags or bloodshot eyes. I haven't slept well since I found him.

I walk out of my apartment and Jimin drives us to the funeral. It was beautiful. He looks so pale and lifeless.

The service goes on and it's my turn to talk.

"Min Yoongi. The boy who seemed so rude and shitty until you stuck with him long enough. He was my best friend.....he was my whole world.....I was in love with him.....but I could never tell him because I was too scared to lose him. It's all become....become too real....Thank you all for coming," I leave crying harder as I collapse in my chair.

He is gone forever.