βββ The Last Flame Of Us | OneShot
Hoseok and Yoongi had been together for 3 years. Over time, however, Hoseok realized his feelings had faded.
YoongixHoseok. , Angst. , Kissing. , Fire. , Mentions of Drinking. , Breakup. , Suicide. , Sope. , Hurt/Comfort. , Namjin. , Knife. , Lighter. , wc 2.6k.
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Yoongi's house was quiet, except for the faint sound of the TV being on. Yoongi was sitting close to Hoseok, even though he seemed more distant. He wasn't as energetic as usual, which worried him a bit, but he hadn't commented on it since the younger man had arrived. When Yoongi finished talking about how he'd lost the game he'd been playing with Jin, he noticed that Hoseok wasn't really listening and seemed lost in his own thoughts. The older boy leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before saying, "Hobi? Are you listening?"
Hoseok quickly snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Yoongi. "Yes..." His tone was unusually low and indifferent; Yoongi rarely heard it unless Hoseok was in a bad mood or something happened. Yoongi raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Are you sure? You know you can always talk to me about it if something bothers you," Yoongi replied, leaning in to kiss him, but Hoseok pulled away, which surprised him a bit.
"Yoongi... We need to talk," Hoseok said, turning his full attention to the older boy. He sighed before continuing. "I want to break up with you. I know it's a bit weird coming so suddenly after three years, but I've realized that I don't feel the same way about you anymore. I don't want to hurt you and pretend I still love you by staying in a relationship with you, that's why I'm telling you this." Hoseok got up from the couch, straightening his clothes. "I hope you understand." With that, he headed for the door and left, leaving Yoongi alone on the couch, not letting him say anything.
Yoongi sat still, his mind processing what had just happened. He'd expected anything but this. As he processed it all, he lifted his head toward the door through which Hoseok had exited. His breathing became shallow, and his hands began to shake a little. Hoseok left just like that, not letting him process this before he left. Three years had been wasted; he didn't know what to do now. He reached for his phone, his hand shaking, and punched in Jin's number. He called him. After a few seconds, he heard, "Hello?"
"Hyung... Can you... Can you come over...?" Yoongi mumbled, his voice shaking slightly, sounding like he was about to cry. Jin, hearing his tone, immediately knew something was wrong, as he'd rarely heard such a shaky tone from Yoongi in all the years they'd known each other.
"Did something happen? I'm on my way," Jin replied. Yoongi could hear shuffling on the other end of the phone, knowing Jin was in a hurry to get here.
After 10 minutes, Jin arrived at the place, not even knocking on the door before entering. The first thing he saw was Yoongi curled up on the couch. His eyes were slightly red; Jin guessed he'd been crying. He quickly walked over to the couch, sitting down next to Yoongi.
"What happened? Do you want to talk about it?" The older man said, grabbing the younger's hands and squeezing them.
"Hoseok broke up with me..." Yoongi managed to mutter it quietly. Jin's eyebrows furrowed a bit before he hugged him.
"What? Why... That bastard."
"He lost his feelings and didn't want to hurt me by staying in a relationship..." Yoongi continued, burying his face in Jin's shoulder, sobbing.
Jin hugged him tighter, feeling his tears soaking his shirt, but he didn't care. What he did care about was making Yoongi feel better.
"Hey, relax... he chose to leave, but that doesn't define your worth. Hoseok did the right thing by telling you right away to avoid your suffering, but you have the right to be angry with him because he left without letting you say anything. Trust me, it wasn't your fault, everything will be alright." Jin spoke in a calm and gentle tone, letting Yoongi cry. His hand was on his back, gently caressing it in a soothing motion.
Yoongi slowly calmed down as Jin comforted him, until after a few minutes, he pulled away and wiped his tears.
"Thank you, hyung... I don't know what I would do without you."
A few days passed, Yoongi rarely left the house because he had no strength and didn't sleep much. Always who was by his side was Jin and Namjoon, of course the rest also came and visited him, trying to comfort him, but Hoseok didn't come. He didn't post or write anything in their group at all, only reading the messages they sent. Taehyung said he replied to his message, but very curtly, as if he wasn't interested in talking at all. They didn't know what was going on with him; he was ghosting them.
Yoongi finally found the strength to go out for coffee at a cafΓ© with Namjoon and Jin. Of course, they had to force him because he kept saying no.
"Hyung... are you feeling better?" Namjoon asked, taking a sip of his Iced Macchiato.
"Yeah..." Yoongi mumbled, looking at his untouched Iced Americano in front of him. his tone was monotonous. "Much better."
They could hear in his tone and expression that he wasn't, and that he was lying, not even trying to hide it. Namjoon sighed.
"Hyung... You really can't stay home all the time, drowning in your thoughts. It's not your fault Hoseok hyung broke up with you," Namjoon said, then Jin let out a "Hmm" as he drank and spoke up as he put down his coffee.
"Well, I agree with Namjoon. You can't be sad about it all the time. You have to try to move on. You know we'll be with you the whole time and help you."
"Exactly! Jin hyung is right, Yoongi hyung. You can always count on us. Now let's go, grab your Iced Americano and let's go wandering around town or park." Namjoon stood up, finishing his Iced Macchiato and throwing the empty cup in the trash. Jin did the same before grabbing Yoongi's hand, pulling him up to stand.
The corners of Yoongi's mouth twitched slightly, a small smile that Jin noticed.
As they walked, Yoongi finally finished his coffee and tossed the empty cup into the trash. He didn't say much the entire time they were walking through the park, but he was attentive. He saw how Namjoon sometimes grabbed Jin's hand, intertwining fingers with his, but he didn't say anything, even though he suspected they liked each other.
"Hey, what if we go to Jin's hyung house and watch something?" Namjoon suggested.
Yoongi didn't really want to because he was already tired from endlessly walking through the park.
"Sorry, but I think I'll be heading back... I'm tired," Yoongi mumbled.
"Ah! Right, right! Sure, go get some rest," Jin replied instead of Namjoon, lightly kicking him in the foot to shut him up. He knew Namjoon would soon try to convince Yoongi to go with them, but Jin preferred Yoongi to finally get some rest. He knew how tired he was since Hoseok broke up with him.
"Yeah... Bye guys. Have fun."
After getting home, Yoongi immediately flopped onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow. He sighed heavily before lifting his head slightly and checking his phone. There were messages from the group, but he didn't feel like reaching for it. He sat up, running a hand through his hair, and went to wash up.
Despite all these days, Yoongi still couldn't stop thinking about Hoseok. He kept wondering if he had done something, if it was his fault he broke up with him. Hoseok still hadn't write anything in the group, and he was always the first to do so, but after the breakup, it seemed like he was ghosting everyone. Maybe he didn't want anything to do with them until he himself had recovered from the breakup? He probably also felt bad about breaking up with Yoongi so suddenly after all these years, without even letting him say anything.
But as he emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp, a message on his phone caught his eye. Jungkook had texted him that he'd seen Jimin with Hoseok eating ice cream today, and Hoseok looked... happy. Despite the fact that his smile didn't reach his eyes, he quickly reached for his phone, his hand shaking slightly.
"Are you sure? Was it really Hoseok and not someone else?" Yoongi wrote.
"Hyung... I can recognize my closest friend from some random guy... I'm 100% positive it was Hobi hyung." Jungkook replied less than two minutes later.
Yoongi stared at the message. Had Hoseok broken up with him for Jimin? Was Hoseok in love with Jimin? He couldn't help but overthink. Why was Hoseok only going out with Jimin and not the others? He knew they were close, even when they were in a relationship, but to ignore everyone in the group and not text them, only Jimin, was weird. Yoongi put his phone away, put on his pajamas, and lay down on the bed. He left Jungkook on seen, which made him worry.
"Hyung? Hello?" Jungkook started texting him, waiting for a reply, but he never got one. He figured Yoongi just wanted to be alone for now, so he finally stopped spamming him with messages.
A whole month had passed since Hoseok broke up with Yoongi. It was April 11th. Yoongi had been in a worse state ever since Jungkook and the others told him they'd sometimes seen Hoseok with other people, especially Jimin, who seemed happier than he had with Yoongi in the last few months before the breakup. Sure, Yoongi would sometimes go out for coffee, but his happiness felt particularly artificial and forced. Namjoon and Jin had announced they were together in the group a few days ago; the only message Hoseok finally sent was "Congrats, happy for you," and that was it. Since then, he's been reading messages again, not writing anything. Jimin also seemed distant from everyone except Hoseok and Taehyung. Jin and Namjoon continued to help Yoongi pull himself together, so he could finally stop overthinking and drinking heavily when his thoughts began to run wild. His room was a complete mess. Clothes were scattered everywhere, not even organized. His desk was the only place that wasn't so messy, because that's where he wrote his lyrics, sometimes expressing his thoughts and feelings.
One day, he decided to clean his room late at night. He started by throwing away the trash, then started cleaning the desk and putting things and books back in their places. He left the clothes for last because it was too much work. He found a few pens and a book he'd been looking for but couldn't find because of all the mess he had.
He put the vinyl of an artist he liked back on the shelf; it was the last thing he needed to put away. He took a step back, admiring his work. But he still had clothes left... He sighed, starting to fold them, setting some aside to throw away because he either didn't like them or simply wouldn't wear them anymore.
As he folded the clothes, he kept thinking about Hoseok. He couldn't let go, he couldn't move on. Suddenly, he came across an unfamiliar hoodie. He unfolded it and remembered... It belonged to Hoseok. It still smelled like him. Without hesitation or thought, he put it on; it made him feel like Hoseok was still here with him, close to him. He looked at his hands, which were next to his hoodie pockets. Memories began to flood his mind. When it was cold, Yoongi sometimes put his hands in that hoodie pocket when Hoseok wore it and was close to him. A few tears fell down his cheeks, but he quickly wiped them away as he stood up. He walked to his desk, reaching for his phone and lighter before leaving his room, heading downstairs, and leaving the house.
It was dark, the only light coming from the street lamps, which had already ended when Yoongi stepped onto the abandoned tracks. He walked to a small, abandoned wooden house where he and the group used to go and play. As he walked, he took out his phone and clicked on a chat with Jin.
"Thank you," Yoongi wrote before sending and putting his phone away, switching to do-not-disturb mode.
Jin received the message while he was at home with Namjoon watching a movie, but his heart sank when he received that short message from Yoongi. The "thank you" was so random and unexpected. Jin immediately knew something was wrong.
"Joon... We have to go to Yoongi's, something seems wrong." He said with a slightly shaky tone and got up from the couch, taking Namjoon's hand. He didn't know what could have happened, or what was going to happen, so his pace was fast. He tried texting and calling him, but Yoongi neither saw the messages nor answered, so he started to panic and started running with Namjoon. Namjoon himself started to worry.
Yoongi arrived, opened the door, and went inside. It was dark, but he didn't take out his phone to turn on the flashlight; he simply stood there and took the lighter from his pocket.
Jin and Namjoon found themselves in front of Yoongi's house. They went inside.
"Yoongi! Where the hell are you!" Jin yelled anxiously, searching the house for him.
"Have you seen him anywhere? Maybe he's hiding," Namjoon said, coming back to the hallway. He searched the entire bottom floor, and Jin searched the top floor. He was nowhere to be found.
"No... fuck..." Jin muttered.
"Do you have any idea where he might be...?"
Jin thought for a moment, recalling conversations with Yoongi. He never mentioned any specific places... But he had one place in mind where he might be. He wasn't sure if he really was there, but he preferred to hurry.
Meanwhile, Yoongi went to the bedroom in the abandoned house, holding a can of gasoline. He poured it everywhere, including this room. He tossed the empty can aside and took the lighter from his pocket, wiping it with his sleeve.
Jin and Namjoon ran as fast as they could, running across the tracks toward the abandoned house. Even though their legs ached and they were panting, they didn't stop.
Yoongi flicked on the lighter, throwing it into the puddle of gasoline on the floor. Everything around him ignited, and he stood motionless in the middle of the room.
They finally arrived. But too late. The entire house was engulfed in flames, and Yoongi was nowhere to be seen.
"No... Don't tell me that..." Jin whispered in a shaky tone. "Yoongi!" he screamed, trying to get inside, but Namjoon grabbed his hand. "Joon... Please... let go..." His voice cracked before he began to cry. Namjoon pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him, hugging him tightly, and even his own tears began to fall.
Everything was silent, except for the crackling of the fire and Jin's sobbing. He began to blame himself for failing to help Yoongi, for not being there all the time. If he had managed to help him move on, this wouldn't have happened. Namjoon tried to calm him down, but he was crying himself.
A day later, Jin sat on his bed, staring at the wall, unmoving, even though it was late. They didn't tell anyone what had happened. Not yet, though. He had a knife in his hands, and finally, he tore his gaze from the wall to the knife and closed his eyes, stabbing himself in the stomach, trying to kill himself.
But he woke up on a bench with his phone in his hands. He glanced at it, seeing the date: April 11th.
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