SLEEPERS. | ✔️

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SIX MONTHS LATER

030917, previous Moraka General Hospital site.

Sometimes, Jung Hoseok scared himself.

He scared himself because of the accuracy of some of his predictions, like when he said Jae in his tenth grade class would ace the math test, and nobody believed him because Jae didn't ever study for anything. Or when he predicted that whatever Kim Taehyung had been hiding would bring the hospital to the ground.

Literally.

He still recalled the day he sat down in one of the uncomfortable fake leather chairs of the courtroom, lights shining all around him as he looked straight at a put-together CEO Kim. Wasn't as immaculate by the end, though, when he was reduced to a sobbing mess at the mention of his previous line of work that had been destroyed. He kept saying something along the lines of, "It's my fault."

Hoseok supposed he meant it was his fault that four people were dead, that Min Yoongi had been accused though he was innocent, and that his own flesh and blood, his Son, had been behind it all. Truthfully, it was a well thought-out plan, and Taehyung's history of studying psychology and the trickery of a man's mind helped somewhere along the way. He kept saying that he was the one to blame, that Taehyung should be kept safe and away from jail, that he didn't mean for it to happen and that he'd never held any grudges against the late Min family who was the cause of the destruction.

It was stupid, really, the people who were behind ravaging all of the Kims' work were Yoongi's grandparents. Not his parents, not him.

Hoseok hadn't seen Yoongi, either, for six whole months. Hadn't seen him since he opened his eyes, wide, and crumbled to the ground in a fit that had Hoseok holding him and trying to calm him down. Then the words came out and that was how Hoseok ended up standing in front of whatever remained of the hospital. The people who took Yoongi away said that they needed to "question" him, as if he hadn't already spilled everything into writing out his "confession". It wasn't really a confession, considering he did nothing wrong.

God knows what they did to him. But he'd since been let go, and was in some sort of rehabilitation centre for trauma. Luckily, it was close to the hospital, and Hoseok managed to sweet talk the receptionist into allowing Yoongi to go outside for a bit. They stood there, staring at the concrete backing of the hospital, as construction workers worked through the gloomy weather with their bright yellow hats, stripping away the hospital part by part. That was what a scandal did to such a large empire. Gone, piece by piece.

Hoseok would wake up in cold sweat at night, wondering if he was the one who caused the CEO to lose everything he worked for, that he was the one who sent Taehyung to jail. That he was the one who put everyone in the hospital out of work and jobless. Sure, the hospital could've continued on, but nobody would trust the father of a murderer anymore. Much less a medically trained murderer.

A new hospital had started construction somewhere down the street, the whirring of drills and jackhammers invading Hoseok's ears. Yoongi seemed to have the same feeling about the noise, as he raised two fingers to shove into each ear. For some reason, Hoseok was shocked by how strange Yoongi looked to him in normal clothes, considering the fact that he always saw him in the white garments of the hospital. Nevertheless, Yoongi's eyes still shot darts into his skin upon sight, though Hoseok had managed to catch his entire body limp in slumber on multiple occasions when he visited the rehabilitation centre.

Yoongi nudged his shoulder, and Hoseok then realised how every touch still sizzled like a burn, like a bee's sting that contained burning venom. He turned his head to look at the older, not missing the way his lips rested in a pout, only to find his eyes twinkling.

"Your friend's here," he said, pointing behind Hoseok to motion at someone. He heard footsteps crumbling on the concrete ground, riddled with sand from the foundation of the building.

"Sorry I'm late, Jin suddenly said he wanted to tag along, too, for memory's sake, and-"
Namjoon tilted his head up, noticed the bare concrete of the stripped building.
"Woah."

"Yeah. Woah. Strange, isn't it?" Hoseok replied to his ex-mentor, now friend, because they stuck by each other when things happened. It was just them now, Seokjin and Yoongi beside them, facing the world. Facing the past, the present, and everything in front of them. They didn't necessarily know where they'd go- each of them had gotten different jobs at medical centres, and Yoongi had to stay at the rehabilitation centre for a few more weeks- but they knew, definitely, that they'd still be in contact. They'd still rave about the days they thought everything was okay, or they'd forget about everything entirely. Maybe one day they'd forget about each other, but Hoseok didn't want to think about that.

Didn't want to think about anything, because thinking made his head hurt with the possibility of so many things happening at once. Thinking made him realise the insanity of the world he stood on.

They were all asleep at some point, oblivious to the world around them. The malice around them. But they were awake- and they'd never fall asleep again, for the world spun in their sleep, and the lies mixed with their thoughts.

Jung Hoseok supposed it all ended there, their future unclear, each reflecting on what could've been and what was to be, with each other.

end.

Thank you for being with me on this journey, I had a blast writing this and honestly I can't believe it's over. The love and support this has gotten is overwhelming! Didn't expect this to reach 100 votes :D

I have a feeling loose ends aren't tied up, so I'll answer any questions and go back and edit!