Remember

Helpless

Yoongi's steps were quiet as he tiptoed down the stairs, trying not to get caught by Jimin sitting on the balcony so late at night. He was halfway down the steps to the basement, wanting to head down so he could work on some music when he heard Jimin's voice. "I can hear you fatass," Jimin didn't bother to turn around. "Go to bed Yoongi."

"Fuck you," Yoongi rolled his eyes, going back up the steps to meet Jimin outside on the balcony where he sat. "It's cold out."

"Yeah, but look at the stars. They look so pretty, right?" Jimin took a sip of wine. "Ah, want something to drink? I got red wine."

"Please," Yoongi picked up an empty glass beside Jimin and held it up so he could pour the liquid. "You stressed or something?" Yoongi took a small sip of his wine, the feeling refreshing him for it had been a while. "Is that why you're out here so late?"

"Not really," Jimin shrugged, taking a sip. He swirled the wine around, watching it spin in the glass. "Just sad for no reason." Yoongi kept quiet, a quiet sound from a wind chime nearby sounding through the field in front of them. "You? It's fucking 3 am, you usually are dead asleep by this time." Yoongi stayed quiet. "You sad too?" Jimin laughed, but it had a tint of sadness. Yoongi sighed, throwing his back so his forehead was exposed and uncovered his eyes a bit. He looked up at the sky, all his worries fading away as he glanced at the Milky Way light years away from him. They looked so close, he felt he could grab a star.

"I just... wanted to write some more music," Yoongi finally answered. "Felt motivated." Jimin nodded, having no response to his answer and felt no need to further interrogate.

"You ever wish... things were different?" Jimin suddenly asked. Yoongi looked at Jimin, furrowing his brows. "Not that I don't like I things are now," Jimin justified. "But imagine if we were from well off families, happy with them. Our parents could've been friends, too."

"They're dead." Jimin rolled his eyes.

"I know you fucking dickhead, so is my mom,"He set the glass down and got up, putting his hands on the wood making up the fence and bending his upper body over it, the wind blowing across his face. Jimin's beautiful hair flew around, being a while since he last got a haircut. His soft cheeks and nose quickly turned pink, plump lips pouting and eyes shining as he looked across their backyard. "It's prettier than I thought," Jimin whispered almost inaudibly, referring to the view.

The small lake behind the house was unknown to them until now, a radiant sky colored with a palette filled of navy blue and white. The moon reflected on the icy water of the lake, shining brightly across his face as Jimin looked up at it.

"Yeah, it is," Yoongi mumbled, eyes never once meeting the open field, and instead never having peeled off Jimin's face. His facial structure was strong, cheekbones and jawline carved like a Greek statue, and upper arms flexing as he was bent over the edge. Yoongi could even see his long eyelashes going down each time he blinked.

Jimin looked down to see Yoongi and made a sudden awkward eye contact with him. "Me?" he teased, coming down from the fence. Yoongi blushed, thankful the dark sky would cover for him. Jimin grinned. "You know what? If your brother is dead," he placed a hand on Yoongi's chest, feeling the rhythm of his fast beating heart. "Fuck him, I'd marry you instead." Yoongi didn't move, even as Jimin leaned in.

He wanted to, but his body wasn't on his side. Jimin small hands were on Yoongi's arms to balance himself. His soft lips were inches, then centimeters, then millimeters away, but only about a few feet away stood Hoseok. He watched with an empty look— empty heart— as Jimin placed his own lips on Yoongi's.

Yoongi didn't move, not even bothering to close his eyes. When Jimin began to bite, Yoongi moaned a little, allowing an entrance for Jimin's tongue.

Hoseok wasted no time in leaving the two be, running up the stairs to his bedroom and shut the door with a loud boom.

Yoongi pushed Jimin off, looking into the house. The door to the basement was open— where his studio was. "Hoseok?" That you?" When he received no response, Yoongi shuddered, entering the house. "Holy fuck are we haunted?" Jimin followed him inside, shutting the patio door behind him.

"Fuck, maybe," he shrugged. "Let's check downstairs?" Yoongi nodded, turning on his phone flashlight as they creaked down the wooden steps. "Careful dumbass," Jimin whispered when Yoongi almost slipped.

"Shut up asshat," Yoongi growled back. When they reached downstairs, the studio light was off and there was no sign of anyone's presence except their own. "Go, go, go," Yoongi hurried Jimin back up the basement steps so he could run faster and not get caught by 'the demons.'

"Let's check him room then?" Jimin suggested. "Could've been him shutting it super hard by accident?" Yoongi led them up the stairs, tiptoeing down the hall to where Hoseok's room was. He turned the doorknob to find it locked. Yoongi lightly knocked on the door.

"Hope? You in there?" Yoongi said lowly in case he was sleeping. "Everything alright?"

No answer.

"Hobi, something wrong?" Jimin spoke as well.

No answer.

"Shit, maybe he is sleeping," Yoongi backed away from the door. "Leave him be. Go to bed you stupid bitch."

"Ok ok, damn," Jimin chuckled. "Goodnight Yoons. Love you." He pecked Yoongi's lips.

"Night Chim, I love you," Yoongi responded and went into his room. He opened the door to his room, an eerie feeling coming over him, shivers running down his spine and the goosebumps forming on his arms and neck.

Ignoring the weird feeling, Yoongi lay down in his bed. He opened his cellphone, staring at the picture of his boyfriend and Jimin smiling that he set as his Lock Screen. They were his absolute happiness, and Yoongi wouldn't want to trade them for anything in the world.

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Hoseok put his hands against the bathroom counter, his head falling forward, no longer wanting to look at himself in the mirror. The mirror was now broken, his right fist bleeding with a large glass shard stuck between the bones of his hand. The pill bottles that were once filled lay around him empty, the vision of Yoongi and Jimin running through his head over and over. Yoongi kissed Jimin. Jimin kissed Yoongi. They love each other. Yoongi and Jimin love each other. They're happy.

His body began to feel numb and another migraine filled his head as if a hammer was slamming against the top of his skull. Hoseok fell to the floor, and before he could scream for help, his vision went blurry and he was out.

Fuck! I'm sooo close to the end of this book! Trying to finish it soon and MAYBE start another!!! Really excited :)
See you next chapter.