SWEETHEART ➝ yoonseok (✔)

veinti quatro

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fire had started within the building- yoongi didn't know how, but the flames were licking closer to him now; he could feel the heat intensifying by the seconds.
he darted out of the way, eyes mirroring his actions.

behind him, there was shouts and yelling and they were only getting louder, evident by the echoes sounding more like thunder than voices.

Min Yoongi was trapped.

out of the corner of his eyes, behind a looming flame, was a closed elevator. it was either getting minor burns or getting shot- probably to his death, no less- by Jung's men. he had no time to think as the hot ribbons of light were starting to burn at the wood far more fiercely than before, devouring it into nothing but mere charcoal. he too, would soon be engulfed by their inferno if he didn't act- and fast.

with more and more dark clouds of smoke rising and creating a thick vail that covered the ceiling, yoongi clenched his fists into tight stoney balls before dragging a foot behind himself, taking a running step forwards, leaping upwards and through the fire. he flailed around mid-air, as his exposed skin blistered slightly when the flames brushed over him. it felt like time was stuck for a moment as he flew; he soon came crashing down to reality, as did his body.

the man winced as his left leg took most of his weight, twisting outwards. painful, but nothing he couldn't handle. limping forwards to the elevator, he punched the button and the elevator opened as if on command, to which he stumbled inside and away from the hellish scene in front of him.
it was time to get his hoseok.

yoongi rubbed at his now red skin, the bright colour appearing prominently against his pale complexion. the elevator was dark, and it rattled noisily as it travelled up. finally, the doors opened and yoongi was about to leave when someone he wasn't expecting walked in front of him, gun in hand.

"well, boss said you were ugly, but not like this." the man stated, cocking his head to the side.

"wonho." yoongi murmured, locking eyes with him and glaring. althought being taller, wonho's eyes glazed in fear for a split second- he'd heard about the gruesome deaths under this mans alias. arrogance replaced it as soon as it came, however and he raised an eyebrow, snorting in amusement.

"you know my name? i suppose hoseok told you about our.. night together. god, he was great, so fuckin' tight and-"

the man couldn't finish his sentence because yoongi had flung his body, full force, at the man, tackling onto the floor. yoongi was able to throw a few, jaw-crunching punches before wonho threw him off. he hit the wall and gasped as pain shot up his twisted leg. he cringed. it made him dizzy. it made him reel.
the pain was like needles that had been dipped in alcohol and jammed into his skin, through to his tender nerves. he tried to sit up, his back pressed against the wall as he did. soon, the black shoes wonho wore was against his neck, pressing tightly so that any oxygen was cut off.

yoongi struggled to breathe and he writhed desperately but without success. was this how he'd die? the infamous black cat, killed in such an anti-climactic manner? a death not worthy of remembrance?

the man glanced up to wonho, with the little energy he had left, and felt the head of the gun against the side of his forehead.
"shoot me. do it." he rasped, egging him on. he wanted it over and done with. "DO IT."

BAM!

yoongi slumped down, his eyes closed.

am i.. dead?

he cracked and eyelid open and blinked, "jimin?"
said man blew the excess smoke coming from his gun before a cheeky smile tugged at his plump lips and he turned to Yoongi, "surprise?"

the elder was in fact very shocked to see him, his expression telling. jimin's smile widened and he helped the male up, brushing a lock of his away from his face before tutting.
"how would your mother feel if she saw you so scruffy?"
yoongi managed a smile before averting his eyes to wonho's now dead body. his smile faded and contorted downwards, a wave of fury washing over him, drowning any other emotion.
"woah, woah- he's already dead yoongi. leave him, you have someone to get to, remember?" jimin handed him a crumpled piece of paper with a room number scribbled onto the faded page, along with a spare gun. the elder had barely even taken them before jimin sprinted off to where the yelling was heard, flinging a small, "give your boyfriend a kiss for me!" his way.

yoongi shook his head and shoved the paper into his breast pocket, new determination running through his veins.

room 1.5. said the note.

where would room 1.5 be?

the floor he was on indicated that he was near rooms 1 to 40. but none were 1.5. for God's sake, why couldn't jimin have given him a straightforward answer, not riddle?

he took the paper again and examined the words- yes they definitely said 1.5.
he stood in front of the door 1, frowning at it. taking a step back, he scanned the door for something he couldn't missed- then stamped his foot in frustration. he did it again, only this time it was because he realised something: the floor sounded hollow.

"shut him up." the now-leader of the two muttered, to which the other nodded and pulled the muffler back on hoseok mouth. a few minutes ago, he was kicking, punching, doing any type of noise he could to attract attention to their hiding spot. it was shortly stopped by a needle injected into his shoulder, and he passed out for a few minutes.

now he was awake. drowsy, a little, but nevertheless awake and aware of things happening around him. it seemed that the drug they put him temporarily paralysed both his arms, because as much as he wanted to, he wasn't able to move them. he could only look around and stare at the men, who uncomfortably averted his gaze.

it seemed the minutes dragged on into hours and hoseok was starting to think it was a dream, that yoongi wasn't there to chivalrously save him. he stayed expressionless but deep in his heart, there was an aching type of pain that had settled within him, breaking him.

suddenly, a stamp was heard above them. not directly, but very near. he looked up, dust falling from the ceiling and into his open eyes. it caused him to sneeze and blink rapidly, but it was enough. enough for yoongi to hear.

he started to tap his foot closer and then he noticed a small ring on the floor, cold and furried with rust. stange he hadn't noticed it before. he squatted and heaved twice at the handle. on the third attempt, he was able to straighten and the trapdoor opened, falling heavily backwards. there, was hoseok, but two men darted in front of him, yielding their own weapons.

"oh my god yous get more annoying the more i see you." yoongi muttered and shot them squarely in the head. they fell in a dead heap whilst hoseok wept behind them. the elder jumped inside(making sure he didn't land on his injured leg)and helped hoseok up, tears glazing over his own eyes.

"hey sweetheart. long time no see, don't you think?" he chuckled, helping him up. hoseok could only sob more, tears erupting out of his eyes and blinding his vision. he managed to stand up and yoongi promptly took the muffler away from his mouth, replacing it with his lips. the pair shared a sweet, tender kiss, mixed with hoseok's salty tears. All the pain, all the anger they had gone through was gone; it seemed it was only them in the whole world. The hurt once resided within hoseok dissolved into pure joy. It was almost.. perfect.

Almost. 

"why, what a sweet scene this is!"

they disconnected and looked up, hoseok gasping.
"father-"

"adorable. say bye bye, son." hoseok's father held up his gun and shot yoongi.

the bullet dug into his heart.