Imposter | BTS

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Weeks of investigation and the police detective found the culprit of the death of Jung Hoseok who was pushed off the building and Kim Seokjin who was injected with poison.

Min Yoongi

But Min Yoongi has stated that it was not him but his friend named Kim Taehyung which authorities had also confirmed dead.

"Mr.Min you're hallucinating!"

"NO! He's real! I know he is! He's alive! He's been feeding the cops money! He had his friend's dad to help him—"

"That's enough!" The officer slams the table "Look, I had your psychiatrist Dr.Jung to check your mental health and he admits that you were getting worst by the month!"

"W-what?" Yoongi tightens his fists "He said I was getting better! Did he lie?? This is probably Taehyung's fault—"

"Enough!" The officer pulls out the laptop and Yoongi watches as he was presented a video.

"You injected poison to Kim Seokjin and then preceded to torture patient Jung until he was crying and begging on his knees. Then before the nurse found out that Seokjin was poison you pushed Hoseok before you left."

Yoongi's finger shakes, his whole hands shake. "It— It's fake.. Taehyung must have—!"

"No it's not." Dr.Jung adjusts his glasses "You were not getting better. You admit to have nightmares. You lied to believing that you are healing but you keep mentioning nightmares. The nightmares that's keeping you from progressing."

"N-Nightmares..?" But it all felt so real. Taehyung felt so real that he was able to touch him with his fingertips. All felt real.

"Nightmares." The physiatrist repeated "You said something about justice. Something about whispers of the dark that wants Kim And Jung dead."

A sharp dagger like pain hits Yoongi's head. It hurts. It hurts.

The police and doctor grew worry. Yoongi is unstable and screams in pain. "V-Voices..!" The edge of his lips slipped out saliva and to the floor it wets.

Nightmares. The voices form his nightmares are whispering things to him. Good job, but he didn't want to listen to any of them.

The table and chairs were pushed away. Yoongi landed to the ground with a loud thud before he felt numb, passing out.

There was voice. Those voice is back.

"Good job, finally they're gone!" The voice laughs.

Yoongi couldn't see, couldn't think, couldn't make out who in their right mind would laugh at death. It felt like the sound someone would vocalize when they found something amusing, too amusing and called it funny.

"Ahhh the police can't find you." The hollow laughs "You're mentally ill already. You knew that."

"No I'm not!" Yoongi yells back "I only did it because you said you would stop coming to my head!"

"So you admit to kill them?" Yoongi stood silent, grinding his teeth.

"I— .. you made me see things!"

"You carry out my wishes because you knew nothing will happen to you. Because you're selfish"

Yoongi punches the hollow but it only turn to puffs of unknown smoke.

"I promised you. You're free of my nightmares. But I will say that you're still I'll. Oh very very ill."

Yoongi wakes up in a breathing harsher than he regularly does. Beads of sweats drips down from his forehead and the room wasn't even that hot.

He's inside the hospital. The same hospital he remembers to have the same interior as Namjoon's.

"B-But I'm not sick.." Yoongi tells himself. "I'm not fucking sick!!"

He couldn't hear the voices anymore. He was cured. He was cured!

But there were other voices. Ones with physical form and signs.

Oh How many lifes has he already taken. Jimin, Jin And now Hoseok. What did he do wrong to commit these actions?

The people riot in front of the hospital. They riot of Yoongi's death, that Yoongi doesn't deserve to be inside the hospital and alive.

But it wasn't even Yoongi's fault!

"Fuck!" He starts to tarnish the room. The empty vase was thrown to the floor and made a loud crash. The curtains were ripped by his long fingernails he had yet tend for two months. The feathers that were tucked inside the pillow was ripped open, covering the bed and essentially the room with soft feathers.

Yoongi runs away to the place he knows to be comfortable by his aid.

The old home that Yoongi had not visited in months. That's where he found it the most comfortable.

Yoongi remembers. This was the room. Yea, it was the room that he found now to be most comfortable.

Taehyung's room. The room that Yoongi remembers to have a rope hanging from the ceiling. The same rope Taehyung had that ended his life.

"Are you.. are you satisfied?" Yoongi talks but there was no one that listens.

The rope hangs still.

"Taehyung. You're probably laughing right now. I know it." Yoongi laughs to nobody. The rope that hangs still looks tempting. Tempting enough to be used.

With the little bits of sanity left inside his head, was there any meaning? Nothing is sane, nothing is normal, there are no tears left. The rope that was used, shall be used again, it circles his neck like a precious jewelry. Rusty but the use never to be doubt.

And Yoongi's world turns dark.

[ The end ]

[Please ask questions of what you are confused about (or just questions) and I will post it in the next chapter!]