Roommates (Sope/Yoonseok)

Chapter 25: I Know The Notebook Was a Coping Method For Him

*Taehyung's POV*

I was standing outside the car, pondering what to do. We had stopped so Hoseok could relax for a little and Namjoon could call Seokjin. Namjoon was inside the car while Hoseok was sitting on the curb with his notebook. Both of them seemed to be busy, so I was conflicted on what to do. I eventually decided it would be a better idea to sit beside Hoseok, since it wouldn't be as awkward.
"Hoseok-Hyung, what are you up to?" I asked as I approached the older boy.
I got no answer as he continued writing in his notebook. I couldn't help but look over to see what he was doing.
As I assumed, it was more incoherent nonsense. Though, it seemed to be following a pattern with the way it was...written.
"Who am I?
Who are you?
Is anyone out there, Reading these?
No, that's impossible, Nobody can read my thoughts.
But, It would be so Perfect if there was.
If it Could happen...
That would mean there's hope. Just Enough hope, is all that's needed.
For him."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he began to scribble in the book. It seemed to be some kind of drawing, but it was too messy for me to make out. Hoseok had never been the best artist.
"Hyung, can I ask you something?" I said, already knowing I probably wouldn't get an answer.
"Ask away." Much to my surprise, he answered. Huh.
I inhaled first, before stuttering out, "W-Why haven't we c-called the police yet?"
He looked up at me, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"Why would we do that?" He asked back, seemingly confused with my question.
"Because! That's what most people would d-do!"
"Guess we're not like most people, Tae. Plus, if we did, then there's the possibility that the media can get involved. People would freak out if they knew that Yoongi was missing, y'know? Especially if the main suspect is his ex."
"Yeah, but maybe they'd be able to help us..."
"We already know where he is, so we really don't need them."
"Wait what?! How do we know where they are? Don't you think they've moved from where they originally were?"
"That's a possibility, but it would be a lot more inconvenient for Jimin. He doesn't know that we're in Busan, since we never actually told him that we knew where he was. Plus, I don't think Yoongi would tell Jimin that I traced his call, I doubt he would even say he ever called me. So from Jimin's prospective, we have absolutely no idea where he is and we'll never be able to find him, so it's probably safer for him to stay in one place. Make sense?"
I nodded as he finished. As soon as he was done he continued with his notebook, getting lost in his own world again.
I know the notebook was a coping method for him, but I was getting worried. This time it wasn't for his health, but for something else. What happens when he runs out of pages? Does he have several notebooks, or will we have to go buy one? What if his pencil breaks, or he loses it?
A bunch of useless questions ran through my mind as I turned my head to look at the other boy in the car. Namjoon had been on the phone for about half and hour, and it didn't seem like a very happy conversation. He had tears running down his cheeks, and a sad expression on his face. He looked so heartbroken, I could only imagine what he was feeling.
Watching him reminded me of Jungkook, and I couldn't help but quietly sigh. In all honesty, I didn't really want to talk to him. It wasn't his fault, I just didn't want to admit I miss him. If he heard me say it, he could begin to feel bad that he let me go, and I wouldn't want that. I hope he didn't mind...
"Tae, can you drive?" Hoseok suddenly spoke up, interrupting my thoughts.
"Y-Yeah, I have a license. Why?"
"Do you mind driving us? I can give you the address, we're fairly close. Namjoon seems upset, and honestly I'm exhausted."
"How long has it been since you've slept?"
"I slept for about an hour yesterday, but that's about it."
"Hyung, we've been on the road for a week!"
"That's fine, I can sleep if you drive."
"Fine, but if I don't hear you snoring but the time I start the engine, I swear I'll drive all the way back to Seoul."
"Deal" He laughed, "I guess Joon needs more time though."
"Should I call Kook?" I blurted out.
"Yeah, probably. I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
"I-I don't really want to though..."
"At least your boyfriend is able to talk to you." He mumbled, glaring at the ground. I felt a tinge in my chest as I grabbed my phone.
"A-Ah, Hyung?" I said, another thing coming to mind.
"Yes?"
"You seem...calm about this whole situation. LIke, I haven't even seen you cry or anything..."
"Eh, there's no time to cry. I'll cry when we find him, kay? Now stop stalling and call your Chocolate Chip Kookie."
"That's not what I call him, but ok Hyung." I laughed as I dialed the number.

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"Bye Kook, love you~"
"Bye Tae Tae! I love you!"
I hung up after he said bye, and turned my attention back to Hoseok. He was still drawing, this time I could tell what it was. It was a simple flower, I didn't know the name for it but I recognized it.
"What kind of flower is that, Hyung?"
"It's a hibiscus, they're Yoongi's favourite."
"Ah, I see."
We sat in silence after that, waiting for Namjoon to finally come out.

After about fifteen more minutes of excruciating silence, I finally heard a car door open.
"You two coming?" Namjoon called out, causing both Hoseok and I to spin around.
"Shotgun!" I exclaimed as I quickly got up.
"I already said you were driving!" Hoseok yelled after me.
I quickly climbed into the drivers seat and revved up the engine, excited to get Yoongi-Hyung back.
Hoseok slowly got into the back as Namjoon got back into the passengers seat, and off we were.
Several minutes into the drive I heard Hoseok's peaceful breaths, causing a small smile to appear on my face. Namjoon was also quiet, just calmly looking out the window. We drove in comfortable silence for the duration of the ride.

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*Yoongi's POV*
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"You hungry?" He asked me.
I dejectedly stared back, too tired to say anything. I continued laying on the floor, the only sign of life being the small breaths I was taking.
"Answer me when I talk to you!" He said again. His voice is fuzzy.
I couldn't say anything. I had lost all energy after the whole voicemail thing, trying to fight back used everything I had saved.
I watched him get up and walk over to me, clearly unhappy with how I was. He doesn't care.
"J-Jimin..." I whispered, looking up at the boy, who was looming over me.
"What?"
"Remember...when you'd get mad...at me?"
"Yeah, you deserved it."
"Where...would you go?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"If I'm...gonna die here...I wanna...know..."
"I won't let you die, that'd be too nice."
"Please...tell me?"
"No!" He shouted as he kicked me. I could only wince in pain as he kicked me again, clearly enjoying the pain he was inflicting on me.
I was too tired to do anything as I saw white dots begin to blur my vision. Everything was getting fuzzier and fuzzier...
The last thing I heard was several loud bangs, which seemed to distract Jimin. Everything went white, finally.

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another cliffhanger oooooo
this book is gonna end pretty soon, just a heads up