Hope | Yoonseok

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"I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?"

Laurie Halse Anderson

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Tw / Harrassment, Violence, Mention of rape.
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Yoongi was lying down on his bed, scimming through his homework when he heard a loud crash from their garden. He stood up to go and check what it was, the last time he checked his father had been busy in the garden so perhaps something went wrong.

He slid the backdoors open and stepped outside. "Dad? Are you okay?" He walked around the garden, not seeing his father anywhere. "Dad!" No response. He turned around only to get faced with his worst nightmare.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Yoongi stood frozen in fear. "Oh nothing, just enjoying the show."

"Fuck off before I call the police."

"You and which phone?" Yoongi patted his pockets, empty. He suddenly remembered his phone was in his bedroom, charging up. "Fuck." He muttered under his breath, trying to get past the psycho. However he grabbed onto Yoongi's arm. "You think you can just walk away pretty boy?"

"Let me go." Yoongi tried twisting his arm free but it didn't work. "Tried reporting me to the police? For the last time, they won't fucking listen to you. Nobody ever will." He gripped onto Yoongi's chin, a mocking smirk was evident on his face. Yoongi shot into panic mode, frantically trying to get out of his grip. "Oh how cute, thinking you can actually get out." Tears were prickling Yoongi's eyes. He couldn't do anything, frozen in place and throat aching. Nobody was around to help him.

"You'll always be mine." He forced his lips onto Yoongi's, reaching down to undo his belt.

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"I'm home!" Taehyung smiled, putting down his shopping bags on the table. Hayun had taken him to the mall and treated him to a small shopping spree as an early anniversary gift. However Taehyung's smile faded when he was met with silence. "Yoongi?"

He wasn't in the livingroom or the kitchen, the lamps of the bathrooms weren't on and his bedroom looked left behind. "Fuck." Taehyung ran back downstairs. "Yoongi!" He pulled his phone out of his pocket, texting Hoseok if he was with him. He quickly got a reply back saying that he wasn't. "No no no no." That's when Taehyung noticed, in his sheer panic he hadn't seen the slide doors to the garden being open.

He quickly walked outside, seeing Yoongi sitting on the bench. "Yoongi! Why didn't you reply? You had me worried sick-" Yoongi turned to face Taehyung, tears streaming down his face and a bruise covering his neck. Taehyung's eyes bugged out, immediately sitting down next to him. "Yoongi... What happened?"

"You should leave." Yoongi stared blankly at Taehyung, making him confused. "What? Why? What's that bruise?"

"He's coming back soon, I don't want him to hurt you."

"Him? Did Hyeonjun do this to you!?" Yoongi deeply sighed, averting his gaze away from Taehyung. "Please just leave, for like... a few hours."

"I'm not leaving you! We're going to the police station NOW!" Taehyung tried pulling Yoongi up from his seat but he didn't budge. "Fine, I'll just call the police then." Taehyung grabbed his phone from his pocket, Yoongi immediately reached for his hands, holding them down. "Please, don't. He said he will hurt all of you."

"That's his way to get inside of your head Yoongi! We need to alert the authorities!" He got Yoongi's grip off his arm's, immediately dialing the number of the police. "No! Taehyung!"

"Hello? I would like to get the police sent over here, my friend got attacked and the culprit is planning to return." Yoongi tried snatching Taehyung's phone away but he would quickly turn on his heel to dodge his hands. "You're sending them now? Okay great. Yes, thank you." Taehyung hung up, turning back around to a terrified Yoongi. "Don't worry! They're on the way!" Yoongi's mouth was open, his shoulders shuddering. "What have you done-"

"I am helping you!" Taehyung grabbed Yoongi's shoulders. "He can't hurt you anymore baby."

"Mistake number one." Taehyung froze at the sound of that voice. "Oh you actually decided to return huh?" He turned around, face to face with Hyeonjun who was wielding around a big knife. "Sure did."

"I'm not scared of you."

"You should be." He launched forward, cutting Taehyung's arm. He winced in pain, quickly recovering to hide Yoongi behind him. "Don't fucking touch him!" Taehyung managed to place a kick in Hyeonjun's abdomen. He smoothly recovered from the kick, cracking his neck with a maniacal smile on his face. "Oh so you have decided to play this game huh?" He stepped forward, putting the knife to Taehyung's throat.

"You have always stood in the way of my plans, constantly telling him lies, drifting him away from me. Now it's time to end you."

"No! Don't hurt him!" Yoongi grabbed onto Hyeonjun's arm, tears rolling down his eyes. "Do with me whatever you want just please.... leave him alone."

"No." He pushed Yoongi to the ground, digging the knife into Taehyung's neck. "Any last words white knight?"

"You'll never have him." Hyeonjun's eyes darkened and with one swift motion he cut open Taehyung's neck.

Yoongi screamed, crawling next to Taehyung who had dropped to the ground. Blood spluttering from his neck and mouth. "Stay with me, please stay with me Taehyungie." Tears rolled down Yoongi's cheeks while he softly smacked Taehyung's face to keep him awake.

"You're acting like this is your first time seeing this Yoongi. You know this look all too well." Flashbacks of the past ran through Yoongi's head. He tried pinching Taehyung's cut shut the best he could. "Please.... Please stay." Taehyung's eyes started rolling to the back and soon his consciousness was gone.

Sirens started blaring, Hyeonjun quickly jumped over the fence, running away from the authorities.