the end // yoonkook

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As if dying multiple times wasn't enough torture, Yoongi faces a dark room. He coughs roughly, and tastes iron much too vigorously on his tongue. He has a feeling he's been stabbed right in his guts, and wants to scream but his throat is much too rough and scratchy.

He discloses that he's settled on an uncomfortable chair, his ankles tied on the two front legs and his hands tied behind his back. The grip on the rope was harsh, but he barely could focus on it when there were knives continously prodding his guts.

The sound of keys unlocking a door makes Yoongi jump, and a bright light momentarily flashes amongst the pitch black darkness surrounding him. A shadowy figure enters from outside. He or she turns on a switch, and dim yellowish lighting fills the stuffy room.

As Yoongi identifies the face belonging to the figure clad in all black, his heart drops to his stomach. It's Kim Taehyung, a person from school. His original school, in the depressing town of Racamphill. Am I back in that world, or am I yet again somewhere else? Yoongi thinks to himself as Taehyung retreats closer, crouching on the floor beneath Yoongi. He's never spoken to Kim Taehyung, not willingly. Nobody spoke to each other willingly anyway, and Yoongi's reason to converse with him was a group project in Biology.

"How's the wound?" Taehyung asks in an almost harrowing, husky tone.

"I—" Yoongi's voice was hoarse, so he coughed before continuing. "What am I doing here?"

Taehyung scoffs. "We talked about this just yesterday. Have you gone crazy already? You haven't been here long, you know."

"How long have I been here?"

"This is your third day," Taehyung lifts a hand to Yoongi's forehead. "Is your head alright?"

"I don't remember. Tell me why I'm here."

"Well, I didn't tell you the whole story. But you sure you don't remember yesterday?"

Yoongi shakes his head in a fretting manner. "We've barely spoken to each other," he whispers.

"What the fuck happened to you? You took everything from me, and have the audacity to act like you're innocent?!"

"Please, I don't know what you're talking about!" Yoongi's voice is nearly gone, and the remaining strength in him shows nothing but fear.

"Okay, then. Let's play this game, Yoongi. Let's pretend you've lost your memory all of a sudden, no matter how stupid it sounds. You, took all my friends away. All the people who cared about me, and left me to sulk at home, where I had to spend time with my abusive parents. You spread all those rumours about me, and ruined my life. I have nobody. I'm alone, and hurt, and it's made me a little crazy. But so what? You deserve this pain, because you hurt me first on purpose."

Yoongi's eyes widen, and he knows he's about to pass out. It wasn't due to the wounds, nor due to the panic. He just wanted to go home to his town filled with death. At least there, he was alive. In all the other dimensions or worlds, even if they were normal towns or cities, he was dead. And he suddenly wants to survive.

Time betrays him once more—his half-conscious mentality scrutinizes the man in front of him, screaming words Yoongi was unable to comprehend. The young man gets up, grabs an obscure shiny object from behind him. Yoongi had enough brainpower to recognize the gun. Just like the other times, with the unsettlingly clean hospital ceiling, the knife, and the blissful blue waters, Yoongi hardly comprehends the entirety of the situation.

The door busts open, and he makes out a bunch of fuzzy figures this time, all attired in similar uniforms. He only perceives one face that he knew of—Jeon Jungkook again, stony-faced and a gun of his own pointed at a frantic Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung grins a sinister grin and pulls the trigger where his gun had been aimed closely at Yoongi's face. Time betrays, and the ringing sound of a gunshot pierces the airless atmosphere.

Yoongi can't even see red now.