Fracture [Yoonseok FF]

● Shores of Reality ●

Final Chapter

They never found Hoseok's body.

After a few days of searching through the wreckage, not a single trace of him was found, which lead investigators to believe he was dead.

Chief Kim announced his death over the news, relaying to the citizens that they are are peace and the killer is no longer a threat anymore.

He was branded a hero in their eyes, a hero who defeated the bad guy, a bad guy who was suffering with his trauma, forever lost in his own sea of misery.

While Yoongi sits alone on the shores of his reality, back to the same mundane life he's been living.

Yoongi never got over Hoseok's death.

It affected him alot to the point where he ended up in therapy, under Chief Kim's orders, much to Yoongi's dislike, but Namjoon was looking out for him, showing that he still gives a shit about Yoongi.

The therapy worked alittle. It helped ease his pain, but it wasn't enough to numb it completely.

Still, the therapy session was better than sitting home alone staring at the four walls.

"Yoongi?" A timid voice breaks Yoongi from his thoughts, grabbing his attention over to Jimin who had just woken up.

Yoongi originally was supposed to meet up with Namjoon back at the station, but he decided to come visit Jimin and see how he was doing. Besides, he hasn't seen Jimin since he left him in the hospital weeks ago, so this visit was overdue.

Jimin was asleep when he entered his room, the younger male being hooked up to all sorts of machines with IVs going into his arms. His torso was bandaged up right where Hoseok had stabbed him, which was a gut wrenching reminder of how sadistic and evil Hoseok was.

"Hey.." Yoongi whispers, his voice sounding worn, nearly broken.

Jimin stares at Yoongi for a good minute, taking in his blonde hair and tattered features. "What the hell happened to you." He asks, looking down and up Yoongi's body, feeling like he was looking at a complete stranger and not the detective he has a crush on. 

Yoongi's face falls blank, clenching his fists as he swallows down a lump of exhaustion. "Hoseok." Is all he can say to summon up his appearance, his tongue going numb as that name slips past his lips.

Jimin faintly gasps and looks at Yoongi in silence again before nodding slowly, one hand gently grazing the bandage over his stomach where Hoseok stabbed him.

"I'm glad he's dead. The son of a bitch deserves to rot in hell." Nothing but pure hatred swells from Jimin's soft plumped lips. It was fucking harsh, but Jimin was stabbed by the guy, so his feelings are reasonable. 

Yoongi can practically taste the hatred in Jimin's tone and it's bitterness makes him feel unsettled, making him visibly angry.

"Now that he's gone, we all can live in peace again." Jimin continues, not noticing Yoongi's angered expression. "Once I get out of here, I'm quitting my job at the club and going to school full time. I'm still determined to follow my dream to be a dance teacher."

"That's nice." Yoongi mutters. "I hope you achieve it."

"Thanks." Jimin smiles for the first time in a while. He extends his hand out and interlocks it with Yoongi's cold and calloused hand. "I want you to be apart of those dreams too." He says, a shade of pink settles on his cheeks as he gently squeezes Yoongi's hand.

Yoongi understands what Jimin wants, but he can't give it to him for that he closed his heart once again, not allowing anyone to break it anymore than it already is.