⚠️possible trigger warning⚠️
there is a car crash in this chapter. if that makes you uncomfortable pls don't read!! ty stay safe
also ps two-ish years have gone by so yoongi is 20 now, yoonho is 17
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➵ yoongi
it was a chilly friday night. i was behind the wheel of my old honda civic; it had been a birthday gift when i turned sixteen. yoonho was sitting in the passenger seat next to me.
we were on our way to a party thrown by yoonho's best friend, who had just turned eighteen. before we left, i had promised to be the designated driver, since i knew my seemingly innocent brother liked to party hard.
the party was pretty fun. i hung out with some guys, laughing when chanyeol tried to smoke a joint. he coughed wildly, shaking his head as he thrust the pot in my hand. "screw that, man. i like breathing," he wheezed out.
i just shrugged and took a hit, smiling smugly as the smoke went down my lungs with ease. we passed around the joint for a while and i got a satisfying high.
around two-thirty in the morning, i was growing bored and hungry. it had been a while since i'd attended a high school party, and i was admittedly a little out of my element, having been out of high school for two years now. i decided to find yoonho. heading downstairs, i found him with his friends, cheering as some sophomore did body shots on the kitchen table. i pulled him away from the group to a quieter part of the hallway.
"hey, i think we should head back. i'm kinda tired and i told mom we'd be back before three," i said.
yoonho nodded, patting his best friend on the shoulder and saying something in his ear. he then followed me as i weaved my way through the crowd to the front door.
"you didn't have anything to drink, right?" my brother checked. i shook my head as i climbed in the drivers seat.
i didn't tell him i was high.
we pulled out of the large driveway, yoonho navigating me through the country roads. his best friend was wealthy and lived on a huge property, so it was about half an hour out of the city. i wasn't familiar with the area as everyone I knew lived in the city like us.
the road was quiet and badly lit, illuminated solely by my headlights and the occasional dim and flickering streetlight every half-mile or so.
yoonho turned on the radio to fill the unsettling silence, soon a familiar song came through the speakers and within seconds my brother and i were singing off-key to some pop song i didn't know the name of.
it was nights like these that i knew i would remember for the rest of my life.
everything was fine until i started feeling a little sleepy. i kept fighting to keep my eyes open, but stupidly, i decided i could close my eyes for at least a couple seconds.
yoonho saw the incoming headlights before i did.
he screamed, jolting me awake, but sadly seconds too late. i yanked the wheel to the side, the truck swerved, i swerved, and then there was a crash.
the impact shattered the windshield and passenger side window. there were broken glass bits everywhere. our car spiralled off the road from the force of being hit and tumbled into the ditch. i was thrown against the seat repeatedly, my seatbelt being the only thing keeping me alive.
yoonho hadn't put his on, i remembered.
out of the corner of my eyes i watched my brother's head smash into the dashboard, blood seeping down his now-lifeless face. i cried his name, my voice hoarse as tears threatened to choke me.
once we were still and unmoving, i felt around for my phone, fingers shaking badly as i typed in the three numbers i thought i'd never have to use.
"hello 119, what's your emergency?"
"help...please...my brother and i were hit..."
i shakily told the woman dispatcher our location, and after i hung up my phone slipped through my fingers and clattered onto the floor.
i lay in the ditch for what felt like hours until a bright beam of light flooded into the car, lighting up my brother's body slumped against the dash.
i slowly turned my head to look out my window, hearing a voice repeatedly calling out. suddenly a man's face appeared in the glassless window.
"are you okay in there? we're going to get you out."
the last thing i remember before my vision turned black was a man saying that yoonho was dead on impact.
as they loaded me into a stretcher, one thought circled through my mind.
i'd killed my brother, and this would haunt me forever.
