"Well, I rang your doorbell and your parents let me in," Hoseok chuckled ever so slightly.
"They let me in. I couldn't even believe they did at the time, seen as how I was some rando knocking at their door in the middle of the night on Christmas eve, with a straight jacket and a hospital gown on."
Yoongi glared at him, he knew this story too well. It hurt him, that he had to listen to it again.
"And so... in the middle of the night, when they were sleeping, I murdered them, and kidnapped their only son..."
Yoongi stared at him, a glint of confusion in his eyes. Ready to interrupt he exclaimed,
"But-"
"But I was wrong. There were two. There were two sons. One of which was still sleeping peacefully as I carried away his younger brother, and his parents, the other who had been left in the woods somewhere, only to be found by the police a few weeks later. He was alive, but only barely, surviving on things he found and water from the snow. He grew to hate his brother, and would only ever visit him on Christmas eve, to remind him that he was privileged, and that he deserved to die instead of their parents."
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FanfictionSope FF " Yoongi stared at the man in front of him, 'How many?' 'Thirty-nine,' he replied. 'Really, what did you do with the bodies?' '...' " An asylum. Two extremely dangerous, mentally ill teenagers. What could go wrong? WARNING; Mature content, c...
