Sugar * Yoonseok

four

Hoseok's Perspective:

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. It was Monday again. Groaning out loud I swung my legs around the bed and stood up. I was in my pajama pants that had little suns all over them and a large white t shirt. Stepping into the hallway I saw the white cat asleep on the couch. He was curled up in a blanket. I saw the small rises and falls of his breathing and smiled at how adorable he was. I made my way to the kitchen and made a bowl of cereal. Sugar must have heard me because I saw him walking into the room yawning widely. 

"Good morning sunshine!", I smiled sweetly and ate another bite. The cat seemed to grimace... if cats can grimace. "Are you hungry?" Sugar jumped up into the chair next to me and stared at me with his bright blue eyes. He looked directly at my cereal bowl and back to me, mewing quietly. "You want cereal?"

I shook my head and chuckled quietly. "Do cats even eat cereal?" I got up and fixed a small bowl of cereal and put it on the chair. The white cat happily lapped at it and chewed the pieces. I checked my phone. I would need to leave soon. 

When Sugar and I were done eating, I put the bowls and spoon in the sink. Quickly, I went to my room to get dressed. I hated seeing the marks on my skin. The ones that I made. They shouldn't be there, but I knew why they were. I couldn't deal with shit. When it got bad I caved and made everything worse.

I ignored the thoughts and got dressed. I had on a gray shirt and ripped jeans. I left the room and went to find my hoodie. It was on the couch next to Sugar who had sat down. The cat watched as I pulled it over my head and down my torso. I smiled at him and pet him on the head. "I've gotta go now. I'll be back later, okay?" 

Sugar only watched as I grabbed my bag and left my apartment.

On the way to the bus stop, I saw what looked to be a couple of police officers outside of a different apartment complex. I could only assume that it was about the missing student. They turned to look at me as I walked up to them. "Can we help you with something?" One of them asked.

Why did I decide to speak to these people? God, Hoseok you know you're bad at social situations! I cleared my throat. "I was just wondering if you were here because of the missing college student?"

The other police officer replied, "Yes we're investigating his apartment for clues. Do you have any information?"

I shook my head. "No sir, I was just curious as to if anything else has been found out yet."

They nodded. "There's not much to say. From what we could tell, his apartment is completely untouched. There's no sign of a struggle and his wallet and all of his belongings were still inside."

I nodded. "That's odd."

The officer put his hands in his pockets and shook his head. "Indeed. There's still time for clues to show up."

I nodded again. "Yes well I'll be on my way now."

We waved bye and I continued my walk.

Yoongi's Perspective:

I sat and looked out the window. It was a rainy morning and the windows had little droplets running down them. I made bets on which ones I thought would win on their little races to the ground.

Soon this got boring. I hopped down and walked to Hoseok's room. His laptop was open on his bed. I jumped up and went over to it, pushing the power button with my paw.

The computer lit up and I mashed in the passcode. I'd spent lots of time watching videos with this guy so I had it memorized.

His social medias were open. I could totally mess with him. I managed to scroll through his Facebook feed and stopped when I saw my name. He followed my college? Did he also go there?

The post was about my disappearance. The comments had messages mostly by people I didn't know but my parents were also present. They seemed worried. Namjoon from my history class, Taehyung from my art class, and Jeongguk from music class commented about me as well. I knew people would care, but I was still relieved to see that I hadn't been forgotten about.

I wanted my life back. It's been way too long, and this Hoseok guy hasn't done shit! I had to do something.

I thought about what drove people to take their own lives and I decided it was between depression and being overwhelmed.

I went to his Word documents to see if there was anything useful and saw multiple essays. I glanced around the room nervously.

The titles made these seem like important grades. I clicked one that was updated last night. Skimming through I saw it was a six-page research paper for Chemistry. Hoseok hated this subject. Whenever I'd see him cry, I'd look at what he was upset about. It was usually about homework.

People like him are bound to give up in the end. They're too weak-minded to take the real world. It won't be me that causes his death. Just like it wasn't my fault the last time someone kicked the bucket. I simply had to do what was best for me.

I pressed delete.