BY THE TIME yoongi got home it was already dark. throughout his walk home he bumped into a few homeless people who tried to sell him the devil's salad—also known as marijuana—he politely declined, later calling the police.
yoongi was cold, his feet were tired, he was tired. not only physically but mentally as well.
he missed being a cat, hoseok's cat.
he lay on his bed in deafening silence, the small male trembled beginning to get a little nauseous. yoongi whimpered at the pain he was feeling, no longer being able to bare it he began to cry.
he stood up going to the bathroom but his body was taking him outside, almost as if it had a mind of his own. next thing yoongi knew, he was on his neighbor's doorstep knocking rather loudly.
as soon as he saw hoseok open the door he hugged him tightly, "woah... yoongi, are you okay? you look really pale." hoseok's voice faded away soon turning into mumbling even his once beautiful face turned into a blur.
then, nothing.
