Setsunai [Oneshots]

[HOSEOK]

Hoseok's point of view

I bid my goodbyes and walked my way home as my other six friends stayed behind at the bar. I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. Today had been a very tiring and stressful day, I thought going out to party with my best friends would help but it sadly didn't, I should have just stayed home and slept through the evening. I really loved going out with them, it was our weekly ritual to catch up and just spend some time together as everyone got busier and busier each day. I sighed thinking about my friends whom I had known since we were little children, too deep into my thoughts I almost walked against a streetlight and the fact that I was tipsy didn't really help.
Luckily my apartment wasn't that far away from the bar, everything went by so fast and the only thing I could remember from that night was me falling into my bed and passing out without even changing my clothes or anything.

Strangely I was in my PJs the next morning I woke up but I just shrugged it off, perhaps I did change but I just couldn't remember from all the exhaustion.
Making my way out of my bedroom I noticed the mess I made when I came home, I even knocked down a vase! Grunting in annoyance I quickly cleaned it up and got ready for the day. When I was eating my breakfast and enjoying a fresh cup of coffee I noticed that my phone was constantly ringing, naturally I grabbed it from the counter. I didn't even remember putting it there but yet again I just shrugged it off. There were hundreds of unread messages from our group chat, as I read through the texts I almost spit out my coffee when I saw the ridiculous stories and pictures they had taken yesterday night. Seeing those I promised myself to stay longer the next time we meet up.
The day went by as smoothly as it could get, I went to work and then back home. Nothing exciting happened until I heard knocking on my door, frowning I waddled over to the frontdoor with my blanket over my shoulders, I didn't expect any visitors so it threw me a bit off. Not really caring I just opened the door to two police officers staring me up and down, obviously embarrassed I threw the blanket behind me and smiled at them awkwardly. „How can I help you officers?", I asked a bit nervous. The younger looking one cleared his throat and took off his hat. „Mister Jung, can we please come in?". I hesitantly nodded, „Of course.". Quickly I picked up the blanket again and led them to my couch, fortunately I cleaned up this morning.
„We are sorry to inform you but... your friend Park Jimin was found dead this evening.". the elder one spoke up fidgeting with his fingers. „W-What?", I gasped out not believing my ears. „Another concerned friend, I believe Kim Taehyung entered his home to check up on him because mister Park apparently hadn't answered any calls or texts... and so your friend Kim went up to the bedroom and found your friend Jimin. We are so sorry for you loss.", the younger officer continued playing around with the brim of his hat. „No, that can't be true! We were just with him last night?! He's not dead!", I broke down crying not wanting to believe them. The elder man tried to comfort me but nothing worked. Minutes went by and I slowly calmed down again. „H-how did he die?", I croaked out. The officers looked at each other and gulped heavy, „We believe he was murdered. He had over ten stabbing wounds on his body.". I looked at them in shock. Murdered? Who would do that to Jimin?! „Do you have any leads?", I whispered in a weak voice. They shook their heads, „No, strangely we could neither find any signs of a break in, the weapon or any blood...".

They both left after a while of explaining everything to me and taking my statement. I still did not want to believe it, who would ever do such a thing? Jimin didn't have any enemies, he was loved by everyone and he was such a kind soul.
They had told me that he was probably murdered in his sleep, which scared me a lot. Being murdered in the safety of your own home while you're sleeping, he didn't deserve it. Though they said that it was weird that there weren't any indication of him fighting back.

Days, weeks even months had passed and we all were reluctant to meet up again, it didn't feel right without him but he wouldn't want us to break apart. I admit I missed them all so much, I felt so lonely and broken without them but I was sure things would turn for the better. But I was so so so wrong.
After that meeting the same thing happened to Taehyung. History repeated itself until only I was left, the police still had no clue of what happened to my beloved friends. They would go to sleep and not see the next day. They would go to sleep and take their last breath. Everything happened so fast, one moment we were all together enjoying our time and the next moment only I was left.
I was afraid for my life, I knew I was going to be next but when? And who? Who would possibly hate us all this much?

Tonight was the first night I would try to sleep after Jungkook was found dead, I was indeed the last one standing. I didn't sleep for days not wanting to die in my sleep but my family members were worried about my health and so I promised them to sleep. Filled with anxiety and a trembling body I crawled under my blanket, as soon as I closed my eyes the images of my friends bloody bodies popped up. I shrieked awake, why did I see that? How did this come to my mind? My heart was beating faster than ever and my hands were shaking. I didn't know what to do or what to think. Shaking I run my hands through my hair trying my hardest not to cry.
After quite a while I could feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier until I finally fell asleep. But I wouldn't sleep for long, suddenly I got woken up by heavy footsteps coming towards my room. My eyes were wide open but I couldn't move one muscle, I heard people talk about sleep paralysis but I never thought it would happen to me. My heart began to beat faster again, my body felt so heavy and sweat ran down my skin. My room was dark but I could make out a figure in the corner. I thought to myself that if I just close my eyes again and go back to sleep it would disappear and everything would go back to normal but yet again I was so wrong. No matter how much I tried I couldn't fall back asleep and the figure in the corner began to taunt me with horrible and horrific laughter. But the laughter seemed familiar. It wasn't real, it wasn't real, it wasn't real. „No matter how much you try, you can't run away from the truth.", the figure screamed at me running towards the side of my bed. I quickly closed my eyes not wanting to see the monster but it was like I had no control over my own body, my eyes opened again and the sight above me left me terrified. „We killed them all, one by one.", the figure said smiling widely slowly grabbing my face. I didn't know what to do, the figure looked exactly like me. What did he mean when he said that we killed them all? Who was we? My eyes began to water, I just wanted to die at that point, I felt so lost and it felt like I would never get away from this person but then suddenly I passed out again.

The next morning my body was sore and my head was throbbing, I quickly rolled out of my bed and hurried towards the mirror and my face didn't have any red marks from the strong grip that monster used to grab my face. I was probably just going crazy after all the traumatic events.

The next nights were filled with nightmares, in all my dreams I was standing in the corner of my friends' rooms and watched them getting murdered one by one until the last death that occurred. Jungkook, the youngest of us all. I was standing in the corner again and just had to watch the gruesome scene until the figure turned around facing me. My mouth went dry and my heart dropped, it was me. And with that I woke up soaked in sweat. Did I really? No I couldn't have! Why would I do that? Why would I kill my best friends? How did I even do that? No it couldn't be me.

The following weeks were pure torture for me, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't think straight. The thought of me killing my beloved friends haunted me day and night. I couldn't even close my eyes because if I did I would see their faces before I robbed them of their lives. I couldn't bear this anymore, I couldn't do this anymore. I hadn't showered in weeks, I hadn't gone to work in weeks, I isolated myself. I had no energy left to do anything, it was over for me. My legs carried me away through the rain, not knowing where I was going as I ignored all the people that stared at me until I came across a bridge. I almost collapsed walking on it but I could get a hold of the railing. This was it. This was the end. Without hesitation I climbed over the railing looking down at the deep dark river. It looked like it could swallow me at any moment. With a deep breath I turned my back towards the dark water and inhaled one last time before I let myself fall admiring the grey clouds that covered the once so beautiful blue sky. Mid fall a figure appeared at the spot I was just standing on. The figure from that night looked down at me with the biggest grin I had ever seen but his face was blurry, I tried to make out what his face looked like but then the deep waters swallowed me as whole.