In Hell With You

Into The Night

Okay so i've bn gone for like, 3 whole months (thats like, my whole summer) and Im so surprised to see this bk reach 1k reads. Yup, one thousand plus!! I cant say thank u enough to all those peeps who decided to read this work and stick by even thru the long-ass updates.

The moment all the monsters went back into hiding from the artificial sun, Min Yoongi was out of the house, determined to find a way out of hell, even if it meant costing his life.

He got a short list from the other two friends of Hoseok, and was set to ask each and every one for details and tips.

First up was a man named Hyuk. He was known for murdering three high-ranking officials, thus his life sentence in hell.

He lived in the very edge of the land, his dilapidated house almost falling apart with one floor and a skeleton cat.

The old man was seated at a rickety rocking chair, stroking the hairless cat on his thin lap.

He looked up to acknowledge the new presence, Yoongi flinching when he saw the whole face, since nobody bothered telling him he had one eye.

"Uhh... you Hyuk?" he started nervously, trying not to focus on that one horrifying detail.

"Yeah what do you need?" The voice was gruff and scratchy, as if it hadn't been used in years, which seemed like the case.

"Some tips on how to escape hell."

Yoongi must've imagined the widening of that one eye. The eyeless socket was starting to creep him out and he didn't like looking too long and hard. Some pretty nasty crap must have gone down for that eye to disconnect from its socket.

"Are you crazy?" was the breathless answer, and Yoongi had to frown.

Did he look crazy? Did he sound crazy? He was pretty sure that he made his statement loud and clear.

"No I am not crazy. Why, do I look crazy?" He couldn't stop the annoyance from making itself known in his tone.

The man only regarded him with a careful look before finally deciding to talk.

"No one escapes this place."

It was a simple statement. Direct to the point and no hidden messages. Of course Yoongi knew this. Probably everyone who's trapped in this wasteland was aware of this simple fact. But Yoongi knew better than to brush away the matter.

His eyes squinted, as if trying to see through the man's mysterious aura.

"You tried to escape, didn't you? But you weren't successful." His arms crossed over his chest, trying to appear casual even through the tension pulsing in his body. He took a deep breath through his nostrils. "See, I have a friend. And Satan doesn't give a damn about him, but I do. He's unfitting for this place, and I refuse to accept that this is where he should be." His furrowed brows were an enough sign that he was going through a lot.

The old man blinked at him.

A silence ensued before he broke it.

"Alright I'll admit: I did try to escape." He let out a wry laugh. "You saw what that cost me." He wordlessly pointed to his missing eye, and Yoongi gasped. He didn't need to ask anymore.

"It- the devil did that?" He couldn't stop the choke that held his throat.

A shrug. But it was nothing careless, judging by the tense lift.

"He ordered it. But one of his henchmen did the dirty, leaving me with this. Satan kept my eye as a memento of sorts."

Yoongi stood there, mulling over his current decisions and his past life, even if only bits of it were swimming in his mind, since his memory was wiped clean the moment he fell on his ground. He remembered Hoseok when he saw him, and he knew that they were acquaintances when they were still alive.

Was this really worth it? Why couldn't he enjoy the fact that Hoseok was here with him? Even till death?

They could spend endless hours talking and just catching up. He doesn't need to worry about the two crazy housemates since they're cool and just letting them be.

What's the problem?

Shouldn't he be happy with everything that's going on? Was getting Hoseok to heaven really worth the risk of losing a body part or something?

"Go home, kid. You're messing with the wrong entity. Satan won't give you the time of day."

Day. It was just a word. A three-letter word. But it was enough to put Yoongi's doubts at ease and his decision to strengthen.

Hoseok deserved to see the light of day, more than him. If it meant losing an eye or a limb, then he knows it's worth it, if only to see Hoseok happy and in the place where he's meant to be. Hell certainly wasn't the ideal place for a literal sunshine like him.

"Mian but I'm not leaving till I hear your story."

He's sticking to that.

The man sighed, continuing to stroke the cat.

"And nothing I say will change your mind?" he tried.

The young man shook his head a firm no.

"No."

Hyuk nodded once, then looked around for any possible eavesdropper. Seeing no one but themselves, he turned again to meet Yoongi's eyes.

"Alright I'm Hyuk," he admitted. "I tried escaping through the way I came in: purgatory."

Yoongi's brows knit.

"Purgatory's a level higher than hell," he pointed out. "And the sky's endless." He pointed upwards to gesture to the limitless sky painted with reds and oranges.

Hyuk chuckled.

"That's what they want you to think anyway."

Yoongi did nothing but raise a brow.

Hyuk continued, "A tall ladder is what I did, and I planted it on the first edge I could find in this big area." He spread his arms wide, as if to show Yoongi the vast land of hell. "I thought, 'this place sure is ginormous. But surely there had to be an edge somewhere.' So I walked for days and nights, and finally found this place."

He nodded his head toward the little area, and Yoongi let his eyes wander around before focusing back on old Hyuk.

"So I set the ladder here. Just when I was about to touch that sky, the devil appeared and told me that no one can escape. He grabbed me by the ear and then we were standing in a dungeon. Said that I had a consequence for trying to leave this place. You can guess what happened next."

Hyuk gave the younger man a meaningful stare, and Yoongi pressed his lips tight to keep from saying anything. He may have a sharp tongue, but he knows when to draw the line. So he kept silent, and bowed his thanks before disappearing into the night.

When he got to the doorstep, he wasn't surprised to find Hoseok waiting with a scowl on his face and a wooden spoon in hand.

"What time do you call this, Min Yoongi?"

He winced at the use of his full name, but kept a straight face as he entered the threshold, feeling the spoon hit the back of his head.

He was about to lash out but thought better of it, shrugging and offering a peace sign before disappearing in his room.

Hoseok's frown vanished in favor of blinking in bewilderment.

"What's wrong with that guy?" He shrugged, going back to his room. "Must've hit his head. Oh well."

With that, the night was silent once more.

hey guys hows this? ik this is super boring and for that im sorry