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Just trying to think of an au with hoseok and yoongi being exes then meeting again in the most inconvenient way possible, forced to stick together and pretend the shit that happened between them before never happened. Then they slowly catch feelings for each otheragain...

...then ensues misunderstandings and lack of communication angst

#hoseok #idk lol #being dumb #bangtan

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Should I Put out The Fire Or Continue to Burn?

Hoseok faces the brunt of a certain tragic event and is ultimately left with a scorched and bleeding heart.

He decides to follow in Yoongi's footsteps.

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An even more brief summary: Sope just being done with how shitty life is.

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CW: suicide, vomitting

Read at your own risk!!

Read this on AO3!!

A pair of hazy eyes stared back at him through the reflection of the mirror.

Hoseok examined the dark circles lacing under them, his bruised lips, and the thin structure of his pale face; they were marks left behind by his lack of commitment and rest.

He bit back the urge to spit at his revolting image, for he had settled to leaning into the sink and retching up a thin line of nearly nothing but acid; Hoseok hadn't eaten anything before hurrying to the bathroom.

His stomach heaved to push out his guts, sending his mind reeling and body shrinking closer until his legs had given out under himself. A twinge charged up his knees upon rough contact with the cold ground, and Hoseok could only produce a mere strangled sob in response.

Shaky hands grip his throat as a futile attempt to obstruct the entrance for the bile crawling up and threatening to spew out once more—it hurts and everything else hurt. Salty tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

Hoseok felt so fucking disgusting.

And he felt like he was the most disgusting thing in existence.

“You're the most beautiful boy ever, babe.”

He swayed slightly as he rose from the cold, cold floor; he clutched onto the sink.

“Yoongi, you know I'm not!”

Hoseok—head casted down, and his shoulders slumped—gathers enough will to shakily reach for the medicine cabinet.

Long fingers slowly inch lower and lower along his torso as the man looming above dives down for his sensitive neck.

“You look even more beautiful with my lips wrapped around your pretty throat.”

“Nngh— Yoongi!”

The bottle consisting of white and orange hues coaxes him to submit. There's a small label pasted on it: Sleeping Pills.

A flood of relief and anticipation suddenly flourished over the strain on his body.

Their tongues eagerly struggling for dominance along with the greedy hands probing his bare skin had diverted Hoseok's attention before he could've caught the certain words which spilled from Yoongi's lips.

“I love you.”

He had woken up to a hastily written message next to him on the bed in place of Yoongi: Gotta go to work.

He didn't have work on Saturdays.

There was an uncertainty hanging in the back of his mind that prevented Hoseok from immediately throwing the pills into the back of his throat.

His gaze hovers once more towards the mirror to study himself.

The profound scent of smoke and gasoline almost clouded Hoseok's senses; he watched, helplessly, at the roaring flames swelling in intensity from Yoongi's hotel room.

He doesn't register crying and screaming so loudly until his voice went hoarse during that moment.

He wanted to start over again.

He wanted to reverse everything that had happened the night before.

He should've never fallen for his words.

He should've never seen him.

He should've never fallen for him.

Hoseok threw his head back and felt the capsules squeeze through the tight walls of his throat.

“Please come back.”

#bts #bts fic #bts jhope #bts suga #yoongi #hoseok #heavy angst #hurt no comfort #heed the warnings #yeah... #sope fanfiction #sope fic #yoonseok #also also #trans hoseok #why not #anyway #would love to hear your thoughts #this is a true mess