Victim | YOONSEOK ✔

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"Sure. You can talk to me, hyung." Jimin looked worried. Of course he would be, Hoseok was one of his closest friends.

"J-Jimin, I'm scared." Hoseok's eyes were red and puffy, that wasn't a good sign.

Jimin immediately reached out to Hoseok to enwrap him in a hug, but he stopped himself. He knew Hoseok didn't like to be too intimate with people.

However, he was shocked when Hoseok himself wrapped his arms around Jimin. Jimin felt Hoseok gently shaking, he was crying.

"Hyung? Are you okay?" Jimin asked.

"J-Jimin, cuddling Yoongi reminded me o-of Donghyuck. I d-didnt want to b-but it felt good a-and I don't w-want that because it reminds me of h-him and- I promised myself... I wouldn't e-even think of g-getting close to someone a-and- now..."

"Shh." Jimin rubbed his back, "What do you mean, 'you liked it'?" He questioned softly.

"I know I-I'm not supposed to. It's plain wrong of me to e-even think of it but I-I can't help it. I was so b-badass, I didn't even care whenever I killed someone b-but now, I can't even k-kill someone without thinking of what Min t-told me a few days ago." Hoseok said, "I thought it was a bunch of bullshit at first, b-but now it keeps poking the corner of my mind a-and I can't s-stop thinking about it."

Jimin wold have said that maybe Hoseok was starting to change, maybe he was starting to get close to someone after years of shutting himself out from his own emotions. But if he did, Hoseok would probably just deny it even though he probably knew that it was the case too.

"I-I don't know, hyung." Jimin spoke, "Maybe you should stop listening to your mind and stop going against what your heart wants you to do."

Hoseok let out a soft, chuckle. He sniffled. "You sound like a fucking girl, Chim."

"And is there something wrong with that?" Jimin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Heh, no. Maybe. But you always sound like a girl so-"

Jimin pushed him, and playfully hit him on his shoulder, "Fuck you, hyung. I'm manly. I have abs and I have muscles."

"Sure you do, princess Ji-"

A loud clang of metal interrupted them. It seemed to have been coming from inside the bathroom... where Yoongi was.

"Min." Hoseok and Jimin said at the same time, eyed widened.

They ran towards the bathroom. Hoseok tried the door handle, locked, obviously.

Fuck.

"Yoongi! Open up! What're you doing in there?!" Jimin asked, slamming his hands in the door.

They didn't hear a respond, only more soft clanging and footsteps.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Hoseok clutched his hair.

"Shit, he's probably going through the vents!" Jimin exclaimed, remembering how there was a vent pipe on the wall, somewhere above the toilet.

"Fuck. Kick it open!"

Hoseok slammed his foot on the door, it didn't budge.

"At the count of three." Jimin yelled. "One!"

"Two!"

"Three-" The two kicked the door at the same time, their shoes slamming against the wood, making a loud bang as it popped open.

Hoseok rushed inside, Jimin following him.

Yoongi was standing on top of the toilet, reaching for the vents. The vent door was on the floor along with a few screws and pieces of broken wood from the door. He looked at them, Hoseok could see his red, bloodshot eyes, which were still wet. Yoongi squeaked, and jumped, grabbing on to the vent and pulling himself up slowly.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Jimin screeched, "GET DOWN HERE!"

"Min! YOU'RE GONNA GET HURT!" Hoseok yelled.

"NO! Fuck off! I hate you all! I'm going back home! I don't fucking care about anything you say!" Yoongi's voice was hoarse, indicating that he had been crying. "It's not like you fucking care anyway!"

Yoongi struggled, due to his weak upper body strength and, and slowly pulled himself up.

"Fuck this!" Hoseok yelled, before climbing on top of the toilet, and grabbing at Yoongi's waist. He was almost halfway into the vent by now.

"LET ME GO!" Yoongi screamed, his voice echoing through the vents as he wiggled around, trying to break free.

"No, get down!" Hoseok commanded pulling him.

"AAAA! WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO?" Jimin screamed.

"Help me godammit!" Hoseok exclaimed, grunting as he tried to pull Yoongi out.

"No! Let me- go!" Yoongi screamed. Jimin pulled on Hoseok as Hoseok pulled Yoongi.

"AAAAAAH!" The three of them screamed.

Jimin fell backwards and landed on his ass, Hoseok landed on top of him with a loud oof. Yoongi fell on top of Hoseok as the darker haired male groaned and Jimin screamed, being crushed by the weight of the two boys.

"AHH! FUCK! GET OFF ME!" Jimin groaned, as he wriggled out from under them.

Yoongi was on Hoseok's lap. He sat there, for about a good five seconds before he realized what was happening and scrambled to get up almost immediately. The boys' faces were as red as Taehyung's hair.

"I fucking hate you!" Yoongi screamed, "What did I do in life?! I don't want to go to a slave camp! Let me go home, please!"

Hoseok felt a pang of guilt in his chest, it spread from there to his entire body. He didn't respond.

"Hyung, just come sit with me, hm?" Jimin asked him, in a softly sweet tone. He felt guilty too, why did he have to try to make friends with Yoongi? If he hadn't, he wouldn't have developed a sympathy for the elder and wouldn't want him to leave either.

Hoseok watched as Yoongi hesitantly nodded. Jimin wrapped an arm around him and led him towards the living room, leaving Hoseok in the bathroom.

He felt a small pain in his heart. He didn't know what, or if it was supposed to mean anything but it hurt.

He sighed, what if he did what Jimin had advised him to do?

Listen to his heart.

Would things turn out to get better?

Or would they just collapse even more, like a mere Jenga tower?

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a/n:

do you think this is getting too long and is it getting boring? I mean, im worried you guys are losing interest in this and it's going at a real slow pace-