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Why does every heartbreak feels like home ?
They were only kids, and already knew they would be in each other’s life permanently, until death do them part.
They were fourteen, and amidst the tornado of hormones that adolescence brings, they stayed for each other, still.
They were twenty, and full of life.
This is how it began.
And how it ended.
Yoongi, tired to the bone, woke up at three in the morning. Not knowing why, he sat up in his soft bed, and ruffled his hair, sighing softly. He could hear sirens in the distance. The shrilling sound became louder, and he could see for a second flashes of red and blue passing by his apartment’s window. Still groggy, Yoongi hobbled into the bathroom to relieve his parched throat by running the tap and bending over, avidly drinking from it. He didn’t notice his phone buzzing on the mattress.
Yoongi woke up hours later thanks to his alarm. While checking his phone, he noticed the missing call notification. It was an unknown number, and he decided to let it slide, not wanting to call back only to be met with a salesperson.
He stayed in bed all day, and spent the morning listening to some new producers’ songs. They all sounded the same. He decided to take a quick nap in front of a movie, still feeling off.
Yoongi’s phone rang loudly, and he picked up slowly, fumbling with it in his half-dazed state.
- 'Hello?'
- 'Yoongi?'
- 'Wha… Stop it. It is not funny.'
- 'Yoongi ! Do you know how much I missed you?'
- 'I said stop it. I know it is not Jimin. Fuck you.'
- 'Wait! I’m…'
Yoongi hung up, and turned off his phone.
Jimin didn’t understand. Why did Yoongi act like that? He had called two times already, and when his boyfriend finally answered, it was to hang up on him. What was happening?
I better go check on him. He didn’t sound well.
They lived just far enough from each other that Jimin decided to take his bike. Fifteen minutes later, he arrived at Yoongi’s building. Kind of nervous, he rang, once, twice, thrice. No response.
- 'Hyung?', he called, 'Can you open the door?'
- 'Go away', came the quiet voice of his boyfriend from inside the apartment.
- 'I can’t, and you know it.'
- 'Go away!' The man shouted, violently opening the door.
Jimin gasped. The state Yoongi was in… he struggled to put words on it. He looked so pale. So sick. And he smelled of… of something Jimin couldn’t identify. Didn’t want to identify.
Yoongi just glared at him.
- 'How many times do we have to do this?' Yoongi asked, deflating. 'I can’t stand it. Please, just let me be.'
- 'What do you mean?'
- 'Even if I tell you, nothing will change. Could you please just leave me alone?'
- 'Yoongi! You gotta tell me what is wrong! It’s been ages since I had news from you, and I don’t understand why.'
- 'Just go.'
Before Yoongi could close the door, Jimin forced his way inside, and stumbled into his boyfriend’s apartment. He turned back to face him, but was met with nothing but air.
- 'Maybe it’s better if you discover it quickly', rang Yoongi’s voice.
Jimin noticed the bedroom’s lights were on, and quickly made his way towards it. Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the living room, and a deafening sound followed almost right after, making him jump. Rain began pouring outside. When Jimin glanced at the window he could see red and blue lights for a fraction of a second, but the sight disappeared so quickly that he dismissed it as his eyes acting up from the sudden burst of light.
The bedroom’s door was ajar, and Jimin called Yoongi’s name one last time, softly, like you would address a scared animal, before pushing it open.
At first, he thought he was hallucinating. What he was seeing wasn’t possible, rationally speaking.
Except.
He remembered. And he screamed, falling to his knees beside the bed, where Yoongi laid next to Jimin’s corpse.
- 'You always manage to make it to this room', murmured Yoongi, talking to the Jimin next to him on the mattress, softly carressing his face. /p>
- 'You killed me !'
- I' did. And every day since, you come back to punish me.'
And Yoongi pointed to Jimin’s hand, now black, like covered in soot. Jimin screamed again, and claws popped out from his fingers.
- 'Why did you do it?' Asked Jimin, now close to tears. 'We were happy together.'
- 'It is just who I am. What I do. And you had discovered it, I couldn’t let you roam free.'
Wordlessly, Jimin closed his eyes at the onslaught of unwanted memories. His entire body was now black, radiating heat and sorrow, making the usually expressionless Yoongi smile sadly.
- 'Honestly, I would have preferred being arrested than this.'
The red and blue lights intensified, and Jimin could distinguish, finally, a police car, and a silhouette being shot dead as he tried to flee the crime scene. One last tear streamed down Jimin’s face, before he was engulfed in darkness, closing his eyes to not bear witness to the creature he had become lashing out at his lover.