sorry it's short
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life is cruel, bittersweet yoongi thought so. he didn't want to see hoseok, alone at least. he hated the pain in his chest he got everytime he was near hoseok. hating the little voice in his head saying that maybe, just maybe, he will never be able to tell him his true feelings.
yoongi walled to his kitchen, as he turned on the light he could hear the sound of sirens. this alarmed the black haired boy. he feared that something may have happened to his hoseok.
before he could manage his own thoughts, his body was already outside the door, he quickly put on his shoes running to see what was all the chaos about.
as he arrived to the small convience store with tbe bright neon lights. he stared at the place, two paramedics were taking out an unconscious hoseok.
yoongi saw blood, the blood of the boy he loved dearly. his whole world froze, everything didn't seem to make sense.
he felt a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. something was certainly not right.
