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« Chapter Four; Before

Monday, 12:06 am

   As for a start, I sent a text message to Seokjin, beginning a story I never planned to tell in the first place...

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   I clumsily ran around the dim light filled house, trying my best to find my cell phone, which I don't remember using since forever ago. This was the chance, my chance, to finally feel a feeling of some kind of joy in my now empty soul. A chance I shouldn't easily give up on.

   "Where are you?!" I groaned out, rummaging through the whole entire space I've been living in for the past couple of years.

   I searched everywhere: my bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, every inch of every space, but I couldn't find it. Ever since the tragic moment happened with him, I haven't kept up with anyone. It wasn't as if I wanted to be anyways, it just wouldn't seem right if I did.

   Numerous minutes have rolled by, and I still haven't found my phone. The whole house looked more like a garbage dump than it already was before for God's sake. I don't think I'll be finding the phone anytime soon. Sighing at my ignorant self, how could I even lose such an important thing?

   I stopped for a moment; maybe if I just think on where my device could be instead of physically exploring the house, I could rationally and quickly find it. So, that is exactly what I did. Taking a deep breath out, I thought about where I could have placed it. Think Yoongi, think..

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   It was Friday night, the night where Hoseok and I would drink and forget everything wrong in our own busy lives. Every single Friday, both of us would relax. Not the type of relaxing where you would stay at home, watch the television, and eat whatever there was to eat in the kitchen, no, it was more of an 'enjoy the day' type of relaxing. Hoseok and I were both free from any work we had, so we decided this would our 'party day' per se.

   The beginning of the night has only just started, and I've been sitting around in the household's kitchen for hours, staring at my blinding phone screen. "So," Hoseok walked behind my horrible hunched over sitting position, placing his two hands on one of each of my shoulders and leaning into the side of my face intimidatingly. "What's Yoongi fancying to drink today?" he asked in an exciting tone. I smiled to myself, knowing that tonight will sure be some kind of fun ride for both of us. "Oh, I don't know," I straightened my back, tilting my head towards his side of his cheek and placing a small innocent kiss on it, "Whatever Hoseok is up for, I'm up for it as well." He chuckled lightly- that small chuckle I won't ever refuse to hear. Hoseok let his hands go from my shoulders and started to walk towards the cabinet filled with liquor.

   I heard many clinks and clanks coming from the back of me. Which these sounds made it very tempting to look behind me to see what my beautiful boy was mixing up. However, I stayed patient, scrolling through my phone and liking pictures for the heck of it.

   The chemicals of the booze were already filling up the air of the room in seconds. Weirdly enough, I admired the scent of this, though it gives me lots of déjà vu from my university life. Which I have to say, wasn't as bad as I was expecting it to turn out to be.

   As soon as my thinking got caught up in nostalgic moments, Hoseok sat next to me, placing the two drinks he has made on the counter. Chuckling, I picked up Hoseok's small creation up to my face, dropping my phone on the bar surface in the process. "What kind of abstract art is this?" I teasingly asked. He breathed out of his nose aggressively like a horse refusing to eat, and replied, "I believe it's called 'hot love'. I just wanted to try something new." Hoseok was definitely speaking the truth when he said 'he's trying something new'. The glass was filled up to the top with an ombré color of a vibrant red starting from the top and merging into a dark black at the bottom. The red color almost looking exactly as Hoseok's hair, which I can tell you, is very bright. "Are you sure this," I looked at the liquid, "'drink' isn't going to kill us?" He pursed up his lips, "Yoongi! I did research, I'm sure this will be just fine. I promise." "Research?" I repeated, "You needed to do research for this?!" "Ugh! You know what I meant," he complained, "let's just drink already!"