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Flashback, 1st April 1997, 2:46am
It was particularly stormy that night.
Everybody loved those kinds of evenings in New York where the rain would batter down, the sky would blaze with a flash of lightning, and the roar of thunder could be heard miles and miles away.
Those were the types of nights where something poetic happened, or something really fucking bad.
On one side of Brooklyn, Satine lay exhausted after being fucked rather roughly by Taehyung. He had resorted to sex and an unholy amount of whiskey to help him cope with JK's leave.
Nothing new there, you're right.
Hoseok was the same, though he couldn't remember the last person he'd slept with since falling for Satine. He just stuck to alcohol, lying with his forehead plastered against Dynaco's bar top, waiting for Yoongi to join.
Little did he know, he never would.
Yoongi was on the other side of Brooklyn leaving his apartment for the very last time, mentally going over the route to Dynaco. He may have taken the whole drinking thing too far this time.
It was no real secret that he suffered with his mental health, but that day it was particularly hellbent on eating him alive. Fifteen shots of vodka, plus a very mean out of date bottle of rum, brought him right to the edge of sanity.
The articles constantly circled his head: the bold black letters, and the array of high school photographs. He had come home from the library the night before to try and sleep on it, to work out what the best course of action would be, but it always came down to loyalty and Taehyung had his.
He couldn't lie, there was still a part of him that wanted to call Diana as she was always there late at night when he needed to vent, but he couldn't even do that anymore.
Because she was the problem. She was half the reason he was wasted, stumbling along the bank of Newtown Creek.
He was there trying to put together the right words to tell Taehyung about his discovery, because after all, they were going to be the words that ruined his friend's life.
Yoongi wasn't sure why he was drawn there of all places as it was two miles in the wrong direction. It probably had something to do with the happy memories of rebelling with his schoolmates or spending one too many nights passed out there with Hoseok. Whatever the reason was, he felt at peace hanging his head over the railing, letting the pelting rain sober him up. A drunk Yoongi and the truth never mixed well - this was something he was going to have to explain sober-ish.
He was trying to do better, if it was any consolation. He was trying not to be a fuck up and spend the rest of his life relying on alcohol, but he needed to take the edge off this time, it was important.
Yoongi focused on the raindrops hitting the creek with a mad sense of ferocity. He had always loved the rain; it was the only thing apart from Hoseok that could clear his head.
He thought of his best friend for a moment, feeling calmer already. He couldn't wait to see him; to have someone there for support after he destroyed Taehyung's life.
"I'm coming Hobi!" He directed his slurred call in what he thought was the direction of Dynaco. "Just give me a minute to prepare! One needs to be ready before they fuck up some more shit in their life!"
A sudden scrape of shoes caught Yoongi's attention, but in all honesty, he had no desire to turn around. It was probably just a homeless man or a crackhead and he was convinced he'd actually make friends with them at that point. He needed somebody to talk to - somebody that didn't know anything about the mess he was about to inject himself into.
"I have no money!" he yelled over his shoulder. "Just the secrets of the world! But don't get your hopes up, I'm not going to tell anyone before I tell Tae!" He ended up laughing at how stupid he sounded.
There was no answer from the person behind; not until their breath warmed the back of Yoongi's neck.
"I'm sorry, he just can't find out yet. It'll ruin everything."
Yoongi snapped his head around, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.
"Holy s-" Before he could even question their presence, the iciness of the canon pressed against his temple.
Then not even half a second later, the sound of the gunshot rattled through the air and Yoongi's secret was sinking to the bottom of the creek along with his body.
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A/N
Well shit, not a suicide then.
I love this chapter. It's short but I'm proud of it.
Even authors can be devastated by their work!