fake | jihope ✓

!bonus! ❌angst end❌

tw// murder in self defense, blood, major character deaths, suicides.

march 11th

When Hoseok first looks at the floor, his first thought is that it's covered in paint.

Paint.

Jeon Jungkook's lifeless body is slumped in the corner; eyes closed, mouth slightly open. Somehow, his body is more bruised and bloody than Hoseok's.

The weapon he used, a small knife he had tucked away in his pocket, lay on the floor next to the body of his assailant.

Hoseok realizes what he's done and tries to scream and shout and cry, but the lack of oxygen thwarts any of his attempts to make sound. He crumples onto the floor that's slick with blood, his hands becoming stained, or more stained, in the process.

Silent tears of regret and relief and guilt and fear drip from his cheeks and he knows he has to get out of there. He has to run. The police are going to find him and they're going to take him to jail. He doesn't want that to happen.

Hoseok scrambles to his feet, slipping on the red liquid on the floor, and dashes out the door, leaving his few belongings behind.

In a few hours, it won't matter anyway. He'll be gone.

-

Jimin glances out the window again, and almost screams.

A blood-covered body is sprinting past his house, tripping on invisible obstacles and most definitely crying. He knows it's Hoseok. It has to be Hoseok.

Jin and Namjoon are yelling at him as he flings open the door to his house, his feet pounding against his porch and then the road as he tries to catch up with Hoseok.

"Hoseok!" He screams, and almost sighs in relief when the person looks back for just a split-second. It's Hoseok, but it's not Hoseok. There's blood everywhere, belonging to both Hoseok and somebody else, though Jimin doesn't know that. His eyes are wide and glancing around rapidly, and he almost stops in his tracks.

But he doesn't.

Against all urges to stop running and hiding, Hoseok knows he can't go back to the way his life was before.

He committed a fucking murder.

The last thing Jimin hears before Hoseok disappears into the night is this:

"I didn't mean to kill him."

-

Hoseok sits atop the building in silence, having caught his breath long after he arrived here. It was stupidly easy to get to the roof, too easy. Especially for someone covered in blood and guilt.

His legs dangle over the edge of the roof, and he looks out at the horizon, watching the sun slowly rise above the lowest buildings in the city. A slight smile washes over his features, a flicker of nostalgia.

This is the last time he'll see the sunrise. The last time he'll smile. The last breaths he'll take. The last time he'll have to miss Jimin. The last time he'll have to be sad.

Hoseok has no clue where his body goes when he dies. Maybe heaven, maybe hell, maybe nowhere. It doesn't matter. Jimin can finally be happy now and that's all he wants.

But what about last words?

Hoseok shakes his head at the last thing he said to Jimin. About not meaning to kill Jungkook. He didn't mean to; that's the truth. But he did. And those words aren't very meaningful. Nobody will hear his true last words.

And as Hoseok pushes off from the edge of the roof, his body pulled towards the ground quietly, he whispers:

"You shouldn't have told me your name."

He doesn't even feel it when his body breaks into a million pieces.

-

Namjoon never liked dressing in all black much. He liked to at least have a pop of color somewhere on him, but at a funeral, nobody wants to be happy. Nobody smiles. Nobody comments on the fact that Hoseok's casket was closed. Nobody wants to see his broken, unsmiling face.

Nobody wants to talk about the fact that Jimin was found in the closet with a rope around his neck, adorning his body like a dull necklace.

Seokjin was probably taking it the worst out of everyone. He may be the oldest, but his heart was definitely the biggest.

Namjoon glances over at where he's standing. His body was shaking slightly, and he hasn't stopped crying since they arrived. Namjoon takes a few steps towards him and wraps him in a protective embrace, trying his best to comfort him and ease his pain.

But Jin practically breaks in his arms, his cries getting louder. Namjoon can feel tears spilling into his shirt, but he doesn't care. Shit like that doesn't matter.

"It's gonna be okay, Jinnie. They're gonna be happy now. Sure, we're gonna miss them like hell for a really long time, but we're gonna be okay too." Namjoon whispers, tears pricking at his own eyes.

"B-but... the things I said to him. To Hoseok.." Seokjin trails off, his face pressed against Namjoon's shoulder.

"I... I know. We all said a lot of bad things. We did bad things. But it's going to be okay."

Taehyung looks over, having heard the exchange.

"What the hell did I do, then?" He thinks to himself, shaking his head and staring at the grass beneath his feet.

Namjoon rubs Jin's back to comfort him, and glances up at the sky.

It won't be the same.