Sugar * Yoonseok [Hiatus]

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Hoseok's Perspective:

After I dropped the knife, I went straight to my bedroom, pulled the blankets over my head and went to sleep. I had to stop thinking dark thoughts and sleep was my only escape. Besides, I was exhausted.

I dreamed of my parents. I could see their faces looking down at me, smiling. In the dream, I tried to talk to them, but I couldn't speak. The two of them bent over and kissed the top of my head. Then, they disappeared as if they had never been there at all.

I woke up suddenly. My face was hot and after a few blinks, tears ran down my cheeks. Had I cried in my sleep?

Yesterday felt like such a blur. What had happened? I remember my essay didn't save and feeling more hopeless and overwhelmed than I'd ever felt. I tried to kill myself didn't I? I pulled my knees up to my chest. I was still in the same clothes, not even bothered to change before I went to sleep.

Fuck. I had to get up and do something else. If I kept thinking about it it would just make me feel that way again. It was the weekend at least, so I could stay home.

I forced myself to get up and walk to the kitchen. My cat was laying on the back of the couch sleeping soundly. He looked happy.

The knife was still on the floor. It's exactly where it was yesterday. I walked around it and cooked breakfast. I cooked bacon and eggs, and Sugar seemed to realize because he'd woken up and sat in his usual chair at the table. I smiled and turned my head to look at him, remembering how he'd basically saved me from myself. He's a cat though. Why would he do what he did? It was as if he was trying his best to get me to stop. Did he understand what I was going to do? Did he... care about me? I shook my head to dismiss the thoughts. That's silly. "Good morning, Sugar." I said as I bent down to toss the knife in the sink so no one would step on it.

Sugar meowed quietly but looked away from me and at his own paws. It was if something was bothering him too.

Yoongi's Perspective:

This wasn't supposed to happen. Hoseok had the knife touching his forearm. He was ready to cut as deep as he could. There's no other explanation. I stopped his suicide, and I should've been turned back! But clearly I'm not. I did everything right-

"Bad morning?" Hoseok said, interrupting my thoughts.

I looked up at him.

You could say that.

Hoseok turned away from me and flipped the eggs. "You know, Sugar, I was thinking about what happened yesterday. Was that on purpose?"

I stared at him.

"Did you mean to ...you know... Stop me? You seemed so intent on getting the knife."

I turned away.

"Why am I trying to talk to you, anyways?" Hoseok shook his head. "Anyways, Sugar, I'm grateful for your help."

You shouldn't be.

I shut my eyes as Hobi reached down and pet me on the head. He smiled down at me for a moment before turning around and continuing to fix breakfast.

This boy made me feel guilty, and I hated that. He made me feel like a selfish jerk. Maybe I am?

Hoseok placed a saucer of eggs and bacon on my chair before sitting down with his plate of food. I watched him stab a piece of egg with his fork and stuff it in his mouth. He turned to look at me and instantly smiled.

I glanced down at my plate.

"I made your favorite. Eat up!" The red-head said sweetly, looking into my blue eyes with his brown ones.

I'm definitely a jerk.

Maybe it's time for a different approach?

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A/n: I've had a busy busy week lol enjoy :)