Victim | YOONSEOK ✔

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Hoseok didn't know he was even capable of feeling worse than all those years ago.

But that had been proven true now.

Hoseok didn't know it would hurt this much. Losing Yoongi.

He kept telling himself, everything's fine, he did his job but he wasn't so sure about it anymore. Was everything actually fine?

No.

It was not.

Hoseok choked on a few sobs, wiping a few tears from his drained-out eyes. The wind pierced his skin, the tears flying backwards as he drove one of Namjoon's spare motorcycles he had borrowed.

He didn't know it would hurt this much.

How could he end this pain?

He had already made his decision so why was he suffering because of it. Did he, perhaps, not choose the right thing?

Hoseok's heart felt empty as he zoomed by the car's on the busy streets of Seoul, his chest being squeezed by a pain worse than death itself, as Hoseok thought.

He wanted himself to forget about Yoongi. To forget everything about the elder.

But it was nearly impossible.

Every passing by car, every pedestrian crossing the roads, everything in front of him seemed to remind him of Yoongi.

Hoseok wondered if the pain would go away if he, maybe... didn't exist. Maybe if he pierced his own dagger through his chest, the pain would go away.

No.

No Hoseok, why are you even thinking of doing that?

Hoseok didn't want to take the path of his own brother. He would not do that to himself.

He looked up at the bright blue sky, completely contrasting his emotions. If his feelings were the weather right now, it would've been a fucking tornado.

Hoseok sighed, the panging continuing as he decided he wasn't able to drive right now. He just couldn't concentrate on the road.

Hoseok's eyes spotted a dark alleyway, covered by the shade of the roofs of the close proximity of the buildings.

He turned the bike, and drove towards the alley. He didn't feel comfortable, out in the open for everyone to see how weak he was in reality.

Hoseok turned the engine off and unmounted the vehicle. His black-gloved hands hovered over his dagger's sheath on the belt.

He pulled it out, Yoongi flashing in his mind once again. Quite painfully.

Hoseok felt the familiar adrenaline grow in his veins, the urge growing in the pits of his stomach.

It wouldn't hurt just to take one person's life.

Maybe it would provide as an escape from the harsh reality Hoseok was forced to face. Maybe he would forget about Yoongi for just a little while.

Yeah.

Hoseok unsheathed the golden-hilted dagger, his own reflection staring back at him through the blade. The murderous glint in his eyes. The glint that even he could not recognize.

Was that really him?

Hoseok sighed.

The rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins, his heart rate increasing in his chest. It wouldn't hurt to kill one person, would it?

Besides, maybe the pain would even go away.

Completely taken over by the oh-so-familiar urge, Hoseok licked his lips. He gripped the dagger tightly, his knuckles turning white on the hilt, as he waited for some unfortunate soul to pass him.

Waiting for his prey like a hungry lion, impatience took over him. Hoseok growled, a deep guttural noise, and was about to grab a boy in his teens when suddenly, he felt a tapping on his shoulder.

His head snapped backwards, a guy in his mid-twenties looking at him in suspicion. He was wearing v-neck beige sweater, over some brown slacks with formal shoes underneath. He looked like some old English professor with moon-rimmed spectacles and dress shoes.

In other words,

He was the guy.

Hoseok licked his lips, turning around slowly.

"Uhm, are you- is that a knife-" The guy's eyes widened.

However, before he could do anything, Hoseok's hand was around his neck.

The guy attempted to push Hoseok off, the dark-haired male's strength proving to be stronger than the guy's.

"AH! LET ME G-" Hoseok held his dagger up to his throat, shushing the man, pushing him against the wall.

The man panicked, "If y-you want my w-wallet, take it. I-I-I- you can take my phone t-too-"

"Shhh." Hoseok whispered through his mask, the familiar feeling of satisfaction coursing through his blood. "This won't hurt a bit."

"Wh-what do you mea-"

And with one swipe of his wrist, the man was gone.

Hoseok panted in heavy breaths, letting go of his grip on the man. He stared into his eyes, the irises rolling back towards his head as life seeped out of him.

Crimson red liquid poured out of the gash through his jugular vein, the man dropping onto the floor, his soul finally leaving his body. Hoseok sighed, running the knife against the man's sweater to clean up the blood.

He put it back in his sheath, closing his eyes shut as he let deep breaths out of his mouth.

Suddenly, Hoseok was struck with a realization.

Fuck.

He had made a terrible decision.

Hoseok frantically bent down, looking at the dead man's wrist. He read the time on his silver watch, getting off from the floor and scurrying towards his motorbike.

He could still make it.

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