We Run Around With Monsters Under Our Feet [m.y+j.h]

13. RELIEF

Yoongi could've burst into tears. Not those stress-filled tears from earlier that filled him with disgust and self-loathing but tears of joy. Hoseok was there.

Relief was a feeling he never had much use with, and those waves rolled in slowly, dampening his desert of a heart. The tide pushed and pulled taking away his saddened slumber and freshening him with safety.

Hoseok was far out at sea, submerged in the waves that crashed heavily. He was drowning, Yoongi thought, and he wished he could save him. But Yoongi was the water. A killer, his killer. No matter how many times he tried to scramble to reach Hoseok; save him from the gargantuan waves he couldn't help but notice the boy was in a worse state. No matter what he did, he couldn't save Hoseok.

The boy was going to die no matter what Yoongi did. He tried to be too much, the waves that were inside him tried to do everything all at once and how was that supposed to work? When the sea is made of so many parts. You can't be the sea on your own Yoongi. And that's where he stumbled.

"Hoseok, I need you to open your eyes, can you do that?" Yoongi's voice was strained, forced to be stable and not show his weakness of crying. Not that he didn't want Hoseok to know he cries-partly that- but because he couldn't believe he cried over his little sacrifice. What kind of monster was he? People were supposed to be scared of him, not himself to be worried sick over his own victim.

From the male in his arms, was a grunt. "It hurts." His voice sounded so far away, lost at sea.

Yoongi could understand that the weakness in the boy's body would prevent him from doing anything strenuous. But the monster needed to get lost in the abyss of the boys' eyes. To know that he was alive and that he didn't make up the tinted flecks of gold that glimmered in the boy's irises. "I know, I mean, I don't know, just look at me. Yeah? Just once."

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Being brought to his senses, Hoseok was aware of a soothing tingle on his cheek. Although it was buried under pain in his dry throat. His body felt tired. He was tired. Physically and mentally drained yet he'd literally been unconscious for god knows how long.

Maybe it was his overbearing fatigue that made him not think straight but he could hear the pain in the voice. He could feel the bubble of stress that blocked his throat and the silent prayers that rolled off his tongue. There were fewer prayers and more begs.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Hoseok recognised the sound and related it to a friend of his. His mind seemed to suppress the face of this friend, however. Locking him away in the jail of his deepest sadnesses that seemed a lot heavier than he remembered.

Jungkook.

That was it. The name of his good friend.

"What about Jungkook?" The circular rubbing motion came to a halt and no this wasn't Jungkook.

His friend was warmer than the body underneath and less boney.

You're not Jungkook.

Where was Jungkook? This was all too confusing for the male. His brain was turning cogs that were draped in spider's silk and hopefully any time soon they would work quickly that he could open his eyes and see Jungkook again.

"I'm Yoongi, remember? The monster." A childish growl followed and this was some strange joke, Hoseok thought.

Wait.

Monster?

Monsters don't exist, silly.

Although it was as if everything started piecing together. All that happened in the last couple of days was beginning to take shape and when you remember something as painful as this, you wish you could forget.