Human (Vkook)

16# hybrid

Trigger warning
Some scenes in this chapter deal with suicidal thoughts as well as actions. If these things trigger you, please skip to the last part of the chapter.

The crunching of the snow and dirt rang though the still air, floating with the pleading voices of the wind, causing it to echo through the night. The snow, which dropped from the sky in a desperate attempt to sway him, to move him away from his current motives, hit his body like light tears. Hoseok stood by an abandoned bridge, taking in the sight of the earth around him, watching the way the trees danced in desperation to stop him and how the water below him crashed harshly into the rocks in a way to entice him.

The water hadn't frozen over yet.

That was great for him.

He closed his eyes, listening to his head as he took a step towards the railing until his hand met it, feeling the cold touch under his palm which crawled into his skin like ants. Leaning over the rail, he shot his eyes open, watching the hungry waves below him which ate away at the sides of the bridge which was unlucky enough to touch the river. He could see, through the darkness of the liquid, the light of hope on the other side, smiling up at him before slowly disappearing, leaving a distorted reflection of the moon.

He wanted to chase that light.

He raised one foot and placed it over the railing until it reached the thin area of concrete behind it. Taking in a heavy breath, he brought his other foot to join with that one before throwing his hands behind him to touch the railing so that he faced the water.

He looked around, one last time before he turned around, facing his back towards the opening of death, and closed his eyes. He imagined how it would feel like. How it would feel like to end it all at this moment. He thought about how the people around him would feel.....they would probably forget him in a week

He smiled, loosening his hands as he prepared himself to let go-

"What the fuck are you doing!?"

A silhouette of a petite male ran towards him, drifting through the shadows of the night before appearing before him. The male was red faced, angry and desperate. Desperate for Hoseok to come back on the safer side of the bridge. The look was so emotion felt, he almost didn't recognize the holder of such a face.

"Yoongi?"

"What the hell are you doing, Hoseok?!" was the response before the said male stepped closer to him, to which the younger dared take a step back, halting Yoongi in his progression. The older's face twisted into a look of pain before the desperation placed itself on him once again. "Hoseok, please, come over here."

"I don't want to." He didn't say those words, instead, allowed his hands to loosen a fraction, almost slipping before he caught himself again. He noticed the internal scream Yoongi let out but was far too gone to say a word.

"Please...Hoseok."

"I can't do this anymore." He finally found his voice, though it sounded much weaker than it used to. It was merely a shell of what it was. Yoongi frowned, he could pick up the irregular aspect in the younger's voice.

Fear.

Desperation.

But most importantly, exhaustion.

And sadly, Yoongi had no knowledge of the full reason as to why Hoseok sounded like that, or why he now stood, on the other side of the bridge, staring at him as he prepared himself to jump into the sea of death.

He didn't know, and that bothered him because he was supposed to know. He was Hoseok's friend. He is Hoseok's friend and he has been for over 7 years now. They were basically brothers and now the older was watching him crumble into a hollow vessel right before his eyes and he didn't even know why.