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You've been unfaithful, my Hoseok-ah, Jimin's Voice echoed in Hoseok's brain.  Guilt filled the young man to the brim.

"I-I’m sh-sh-shorry, Jimin-ah," Hoseok stammered.  "I'm-I-I'm shor-ry.  I… I didn't m-m-mean tuh h-have feelings for Y-Yoongi-hyung.  I’m-m sho sho-orry.  I’m— I-I sh-shwear I-I-I-I'm sh-shtill waiting for yuh t-tuh come back home, I sh-shwear… I haven’t giv-given up…  P-Pleashe… p-p-pleashe c-come back tuh me…  I don’t want tuh l-love n-no one but Yoo-you.  I’m s-s-shorry." He chanted his apology as tears began to seep into the denim of his blue jeans.
 
You left your friend out in the cold.  That’s disrespectful, the cranky Voice spat. Remember the last time you slammed the door on someone?

"N-no," Hoseok lied.  Although he wishes he didn't, he will always remember his last memory of Park Jimin.

You know better than to lie to us, the new Voice scolded.  Hoseok's head hung in shame as he whimpered. Defeat washed over his body, draining him of every bit of fight he had left.

You can't forget when slammed that very door in my face. Now I’m dead.

"No!"

It's all because of you, Hoseok. Always pushing people away. You push and you push and you push and eventually you pushed too far. You pushed me too far and now I'm six feet under the ground!

Hoseok broke a sweat with his attempt to fight the flashback as he hugged his knees and screamed at the top of his lungs. "No! Sh-shuddup!  Y-You’re not dead, J-J-Jimin-ah!  Y-You’sh lyin'!  Y-You-You love m-me!"

You're impossible to love. Nobody could ever love a weak ass freak like you. Even I couldn't stand you, and I was perfect.

This Jimin was not perfect. Despite having craved this man's voice for so long, at this very moment Hoseok wanted this Jimin to shut up.

"P-Pleash sh-shtop," he sobbed, pressing his hands over his ears.
 
You slammed the door.  You shut me out.  You are the reason I never came back home.

"No!"

The cranky Voice’s mocking laugh echoed throughout his skull, bringing him to the brink of insanity. His arms quivered under the amount of force he was applying to the side of his head. Maybe, he thought, just maybe if he squeezes hard enough, he won't be able to hear the Voices anymore.
 
"Shuddup!"

Fool. Jimin's Voice, the Woman's Voice, and the Cranky Voice laughed simultaneously.

Hoseok screeched as he pulled at his black locks.  "SHUT UP," he screeched repeatedly, slamming the back of his head against the door with each ‘shut up’ that left his mouth.
 
Tears rolled down the man's cheeks by the dozen and his nose was so stopped up it wasn't even running anymore. Even so, Jimin’s Voice was relentless. This is all. your. fault.
 
"NO!" It felt as if someone had massaged his throat with sandpaper.
 
I bet Yoongi’s taking the easy way out now, too, just to get away from you, Jimin's Voice taunted.

He was bad anyway, the Cranky Voice added.

Up to this point, that candy Shop worker had completely slipped his mind. Now Min Yoongi was the center of attention as Hoseok conjured up every dreadful possibility of the man's whereabouts.

Jimin's Voice was making Hoseok's stomach churn. Yoongi's going to leave you, too.

"Shtop shaying s-shuch horrible thingsh," Hoseok sobbed, "please."

We're going to kill him, the Voices said in unison, together.

"NO!"

Jung Hoseok scrambled to his feet and frantically fumbled with the locks.  As soon as the deadbolt clicked, he flung the front door open with such urgency that the brass knob left a hole in the wall.

He hollered out his hyung's name. “Min Yoongi!"

Adrenaline fueled his endurance, proving that it was stronger than the booze.  That's not to say he didn't look drunk.  This was the most ungraceful sprint Hoseok has ever done.  It took everything he had to keep himself from falling over.

He ignored the echoes in his mind as he scanned his surroundings and cupped his hands over his mouth to call out for his friend.

Hoseok’s long, strong legs never stopped moving as he ran down the sidewalk.  No matter how long it took, Hoseok refused to stop running until he found Yoongi.

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Min Yoongi sauntered along the sidewalk, admiring Daegu at night. He stopped at a corner store for some booze not too far from Hoseok's house.  He had no idea what had happened a few minutes ago, but he definitely needed a drink.

Yoongi tipped back the longneck bottle, chugged the poison, and then smashed the bottle against the ground before shoving his hands in his overcoat pockets where hand warmers awaited his frozen feeble fingers. "Fuck it," he mumbled, kicking at the shattered glass.

So many questions littered his mind. Was it his fault?  Was it something he did?  Was it the alcohol?  Did he not like the kiss?  He began humming a hip hop song he heard on the radio earlier that day to ease his mind.

"Yoongi-hyung!"

The silver-haired man stopped dead in his tracks. Hoseok? There was no mistaking that man's Gwangju accent.

Yoongi turned and saw the young man running towards him.  "Hoseok," Yoongi yelled back and waved, stumbling towards him.

Yoongi had honestly expected Hoseok to stop and look before crossing four lanes of traffic, but he didn't.  Even so, Yoongi thought the latter was fast enough to make it across safely.  That didn't work out how he expected either.  Maybe if he had seen it coming, Yoongi would have said something like 'stop' or 'wait.'

Neither of them expected Hoseok's knees to buckle in the middle of the road.  Yoongi couldn't breathe.  His heart thudded in his ears and every muscle in his body stiffened, refusing to give way.

"Yoongi," Hoseok yelled, reaching his arm out towards the male.  Yoongi couldn't move. It was happening all over again. The sound of screams and screeching tires were all too familiar to Yoongi's ears.
 
“Jungkook!” Yoongi yelled as he ran to where he thought his lover might be.  After having run down most streets in the city, Yoongi had just lost all hope when he heard rubber sliding across pavement, followed by a bunch of screams.  “Please don’t be him,” Yoongi mumbled to himself as he worked up a jog heading in that direction.  “Please…”  His jog turned into a full-on sprint as he saw a glimpse of the gray jacket Jungkook had been wearing that night.  “No, no, no…"
 
"Hobi!"

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This was probably the most bullshit thing Taehyung has ever seen in his life.