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The first thing Hoseok did once Yoongi drove off is stumble to his neighbor's house to pick up some much needed medication. The cherry door opened to reveal a tall man with a mask over his face, as per usual when dealing with his customers. "Ah, you again; the usual?"

Hoseok nodded as he fished money out of his wallet, his hands trembling from weakness. "You seem a little off," the man said, his grin hidden behind the mask. He could smell withdrawal from a mile away. "I'm gonna throw in something extra to take the edge off because I care, so, so much."

The red door closed for a brief moment before opening again. The man gave Hoseok two bottles in a bag and Hoseok gave the man his money. "Th-thank--" The door slammed.

Hoseok shrugged and bee-lined to his and Jimin's cold, empty house and went straight to the nearest faucet in the kitchen. His tears crashed around him, unable to take the absence of his boyfriend any longer. Hoseok took seven of his usuals before inspecting the new bottle. Ativan. He's never heard of this before, but decided to start off with four anyway before slumping down on the floor and sobbing into his knees.

Jimin was Hoseok's everything. Living day after day without his everything was beginning to catch up to him. This is why he needed to take these pills, he needed them. He needed to dull the pain at all costs. That's all this was, just him trying to feel better about Jimin working 'round the clock. Right?

Hoseok rocked himself, nearly rocking himself to sleep when he heard it. "J-J-J...." he frowned. "Jim-min?" he said, looking up. Nothing. Hoseok swore he heard the door open, so he stood up to get a better look.

Dumbass. You know he left you, the cranky Voice said. Hoseok muttered a 'shut up' as he wiped away the beads of sweat that had accumulated on his upper lip. He walked unsteadily around the house, bumping into every piece of furniture and every wall in sight.

Hoseok called out Jimin's name over and over again, hoping that some miracle had brought the man of his dreams back home. All the while, the cranky Voice degraded him every chance it got.

He had checked every room and wound up back in the kitchen, feeling defeated. The Voice was getting louder and louder, Hoseok's ears beginning to ring. "Shhhhh," he told it, "S-S-Stop..." The Voice paid no mind, proceeding to scream at Hoseok for being so stupid and worthless.

You're stupid to think that man would come back to a piece of shit like you. I know that you ate, Hoseok. I know what you did! You're a fucking disgrace and you know it! Jimin's gone because you can't do anything right!

The man knew he was in trouble with the Voice and panic settled in. I've gotta make a run for it. He dashed right out the front door before tripping and falling in the driveway. It should have hurt, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins masked the minor pain. He looked up at Jimin's parked luxury sedan, the same vehicle that has been sitting there for years.

He's dead because of you, the Voice snapped. Hoseok screamed and called the Voice a liar. Jimin can't be dead. The laughter of both voices echoed in his mind, driving him nuts. He covered his ears and curled up as tight as possible on the cement, trembling.

Despite all that's going on inside his head and his total lack of coordination, he managed to pull out his nearly dead phone and call a number. The gruff voice of Min Yoongi greeted him, but the ringing in Hoseok's ears was too loud for him to hear a thing.

Unable to remember why he even called Yoongi in the first place, Hoseok hung up and laid there, whimpering as the cranky Voice verbally assaulted him over and over.

"Sh-shhhhhh...."

You broke the rules. You betrayed Jimin. Pathetic!

Hey now, don't be so hard on this poor boy, the female Voice said. He made a mistake. He can fix it easily.

"I...I wan- t-t-tuh d-die," Hoseok whispered. "I... I c-c-can't d-do th-this."

Yes, my dear Hoseok. It would be much easier on everyone if you were gone.

"Y-Yess," Hoseok slurred. "M'kay." His vision was going in and out of focus as he stood up with the help of the car. Standing was a chore now, the world suddenly seeming so unstable. It made him nauseous.

The male Voice piped in, sounding much less cranky than usual. Wait, Hoseok stop. You're going to kill us!

Instead of proceeding with his course of action, he crossed his arms over his stomach and hunched over, wretching.

Dumbass, this is what you get for trying to listen to her.

Tears welled up in his eyes from how hard he heaving. The burn in his throat was so intense, he might as well have thrown up lava.

He's supposed to listen to me! Come on Hoseok, you can still do it.

Don't you fucking dare! Be the coward you always are!

Hoseok was feeling incredibly lightheaded and his perspiration increased tenfold as the nausea  worsened. Gravity was attempting to pull him face forward into the driveway, and it took everything he had to stay standing.

The Voices screamed at him back and forth, which was really pissing him of at this point. Hoseok already felt awful, worse than he has ever felt before. He knew his body well enough to know that if he didn't sit somewhere soon, he was going to collapse.

Hoseok grabbed his phone and made his way back inside his home, too focused on not puking to close the door. He tried to call Jimin as he sat down on his couch, but it went straight to voicemail. Hoseok cursed and told the Voices to be quiet so he could think, but of course, they didn't listen. He whined at the awful turning in his stomach. It felt like someone was cooking a rotisserie chicken in his gut.

His finger hovered over Yoongi's name in his phone. Don't you fucking dare you little shit, the cranky Voice growled. Hoseok ignored him and pressed on the contact information anyway.

Honey, don't call him. You have me. I can help you. You know how much I love you, the woman said. Hoseok hesitated. His vision was fading in and out.

The wind blew, causing a tree branch to tap a nearby window. Hoseok jumped at the noise, immediately looking to see what that sound was. There he saw the shadow of a man who resembled his dealer standing in the corner, staring at him with red, glowing eyes. Hoseok blinked a few times, not sure if he was seeing things correctly.

Two baleful laughs echoed inside his skull, chilling Hoseok to the core as he stared at the figure in the corner. He pressed Yoongi's number and held it up to his wet face

Three rings. "What's up Hoseok?" Yoongi's voice was drowned out by the sinister cackles of the Voices. Shallow, shaky breaths is all Yoongi could hear from his side.

"S-s-some'ns i-i-in my-my-my h-house," Hoseok whispered, his voice trembling as bad as his body.

"Did you call the police?" Hoseok didn't hear a thing.

"I-I-I c-can't m-m-mmove," he said as he stared at the man's red eyes.

"Oh shit, okay, don't move, Hoseok. Have you called the police?"

The shadowy man took a step forward, causing Hoseok to shriek and jump out of his skin. Nearly vomiting at the sudden movement, he swallowed bile and screamed at the shadow, begging him to stay away.

"Hoseok?!"

Hoseok's phone died, but he didn't even notice, too terrified to care anymore. Fear paralyzed him, so he did the only thing he could think to do anymore. Hoseok pulled his knees to his chest and pressed his forehead against them, closing his eyes so tight he could see the static behind his eyelids.

He rocked and whimpered the words 'please go away' over and over again as the Voices continued their neverending laughter. He just wanted everything to go away.

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The black SUV sped straight through every red traffic light and every stop sign, trying desperately to get to Hoseok in time. Yoongi was having a hard time focusing on the road as he fought flashbacks of holding Jungkook's lifeless body in his arms. He doesn't want history to repeat itself.

"Jungkook," Yoongi screamed as he clumsily climbed out the window. Jungkook had already made it to the other side of the road.

Jungkook sighed. "Yoongi, please go take a cold shower and go to sleep." Yoongi didn't listen. All he could see was red.

"What are you running for," he barked, starting to walk in Jungkook's direction.

"Yoongi... get away from me right now," Jungkook said, taking a step back. "We're not doing this. I'm going to stay at my brother's tonight so you can cool off and sober up."

Those words pissed Yoongi off. Why the fuck would Jungkook think he can call the shots?  Who made him the boss?  Without a second thought, Yoongi impressively charged at the younger male.

Jungkook's eyes widened and he sprinted in the direction of his hyung's house. It was a few blocks away, but not too far for Jungkook to run.

The young man ran as fast as his legs could stand it, Yoongi somehow impressively not too terribly far behind. How a drunk could run so well was beyond him. This is exactly why he was supposed to have stopped drinking.

Jungkook's brother was only two streets away now, so he whipped out his phone and pulled up his brother's phone number. Before he was able to hit the call button, a loud horn cut through the sound of staggered breaths and the smell of burnt rubber filled the air.

Yoongi sniffled and wiped his eyes as he finally approached Hoseok's house for the second time that day. He whipped his vehicle up on the curb and ran to the open door. "Hoseok?!"

He looked around and caught sight of his most interesting customer rocking, crying, whimpering on the sofa. The small man ran to his side and immediately wrapped his arms around his trembling body.

Hoseok's clothes were soaked through with sweat and his body was on fire. Tremors had taken over every muscle beneath his clammy skin. Yoongi has seen him in a similar state before, but it was never this severe.

Yoongi scanned the area and that's when it dawned upon him that Hoseok was sitting out in the open rather than hiding, and there was no one else in sight. "Um...Did he leave," Yoongi asked, perplexed.

Hoseok shook his head frantically and held a shaky finger in the direction of the shadow-man. Never in his life has he seen something so terrifying.

Yoongi furrowed his brows at the empty corner. "Hoseok... Hoseok, there's nobody there," he said, using a gentle tone. Seeing no change in Hoseok's demeanor, he encouraged him to look.

Hoseok slowly peeked up from his knees for the first time since this all began and was utterly dumbfounded at what he saw.  Nothing.  The Voices began to make fun of him.

"I-I-I-It's n-n-not fu-funny," he muttered, still trembling. Hoseok then looked over at Yoongi, tears in his eyes. Yoongi was now able to see just how blown Hoseok's pupils were.

Yoongi frowned. "Are you- Are you high? Did you take something?"

Lie. "I-I d-didn' t-take 'n-n-nothin'." Lie better. "J-J-Jus' my-my m-m-meds."

Yoongi didn't believe him for a damn second. The guy looked like he was on crack or something. "I'm not an idiot, Hoseok," he said, deadpan.

Hoseok shakes his head and burst into. full-on sob. He wrapped his arms around Yoongi's small frame and cried against his chest. "I c-c-an't t-tell yuh. Th-ey s-s-said 'm n-not a-allowed tuh t-tell yuh. I c-c-c-can't...I-I-I, I c-can't, Y-Yoon-Yoongi."

There is something seriously wrong with this man, Yoongi thought to himself. Nevertheless, Yoongi held him and played with his sopping wet raven locks until Hoseok's sobs gradually quieted down and were replaced with peaceful, shallow breaths.

Even though Hoseok had fallen asleep, Yoongi didn't want to leave his side. He still had tremors and a fever. Yoongi reasoned with himself that he's only staying to make sure that this precious man in his arms will live to see another day.  Deep down, though, Yoongi knew it was much more than just that.