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Sweat dripped down Hoseok's neck as he finished his dance before sliding down the wall. He breathed heavily to catch his breathe before taking a nearby towel and wiping off his face and neck.
His ringtone filled the room just loud enough for Hoseok to hear. Hoseok turned off his radio and pulled his phone from his duffel bag. A random caller ID came across the screen and he went to decline when he felt a sudden urge.
Instead of declining he answered and put the phone up to his ear. "Hello?"
"Is this the suicide hotline?" A raspy voice asked through the phone.
"No...but I can be if you want," Hoseok replied as he sat up straighter, wondering what happened with the stranger.
"Oh...um. Okay," the person mumbled.
"What happened to make you want to kill yourself?" Hoseok questioned worriedly as he stood up from the studio floor.
"I...don't want to talk about it and worry you," the voice responded.
"Okay...I'm Hoseok." The other stated, trying to keep the voice from doing whatever he was planning.
"Yoongi." The stranger said quickly, already comfortable with Hoseok.
"Well Yoongi, tell me about yourself," Hoseok suggested.
"What should I say?"
"I don't know. How old you are? Where you're from? Where you are now? The basic stuff...."
Hoseok heard Yoongi pause and he listened closely.
"I'm 25 and I'm from Daegu. I'm in Seoul right now to...to produce music."
"Really? I'm in Seoul for dance," Hoseok said surprise laced in his voice.
He could hear more breathing coming from the older and something being flicked against cardboard. "What...what happened?"
Yoongi sucked in air before letting it out. He decided whether he wanted to tell Hoseok or not. Being lonely wasn't fun and being an introvert wasn't helpful. Finally choosing an option, he decides to tell the younger.
"My parents left me on the streets...nobody likes me. All my life I've only heard insults and derogatory comments...," he said with a fake laugh.
Hoseok frowned though the other couldn't see him. "W-where do you live?" He asked before facepalming himself for stuttering.
"I live in the apartment complex near the most famous hotel here in Seoul," Yoongi mumbled not caring that he didn't give a name. "Why?"
The apartment complex was very popular and so was the hotel.
"I was just wondering...," The younger mumbled back.
"Hoseok...there's nothing you can do to save me. I've already got the match lit, the fire will kill me faster than you can get here."
Hoseok frowned as his mood grew darker due to sadness. He quickly sent a text to his friend Jimin saying 'call an ambulance to the apartment complex near the famous hotel...'
After receiving a reply that says 'okay', he went back to Yoongi. "It may not seem like it but I care about you..."
The older sighed through the phone. At the moment, Yoongi was twirling the lit match between the tips of his fingers. He stared at the flame soullessly as the heat radiated from it.
His room was soaked with gasoline, the liquid stinking up the space. Yoongi sat on his bed with his legs crossed as he held the phone up to his ear.
"I can tell you do by the tone of your voice...but nothing can save me. Not even an amazing person like you, Hoseok...," he whispers before letting the match fall to it's very end at his finger tips.
"Yoongi, please don't do this!"
Those words didn't affect him at all as he pursed his lips and thought about his somewhat happy memories. Probably the most biggest smile he's had graced his lips as he thought about the time he built a snowman with his older brother.
"Thank you but I have to...goodbye, Hoseok."
After saying those words, he ended the phone call and let his phone fall into his lap. He stared at the flame once more before dropping the match onto the floor, it immediately catching flame to the carpet.
When Hoseok heard his phone beep he shot out of the dance studio and hopped into his car. He slammed the car door shut and stomped on the gas pedal all the way to the apartment complex.
Firetrucks, police cars, and an ambulance sat in the front, hazard lights flashing. A crowd of officers blocked the entryway as Hoseok exited his car.
He attempted to push through anyway but one of the officers shoved him back. "You can't go in there, it's not safe."
Tears welled up in his eyes as he peeked over the officer to look at the doorway. Firefighters brought out a stretcher with a person on it.
Not knowing who it was, Hoseok ran over and glanced at the person. Raven haired, pale skinned but stunningly beautiful.
"D-do you know who he is?" He asked nervously, hoping it wasn't him.
His hopes were shattered.
"Min Yoongi. Why, do you know him?" One of the firefighters responded.
"J-Just a friend," Hoseok murmured sadly, an aching pain in his chest.
Yes, he barely knew Yoongi. Yes, he's a total stranger. He just couldn't help but to feel hurt for the other. They allowed him into the ambulance, monitors and an IV hooked up to the unconscious male.
"He's inhaled too much smoke, his lungs could fail any moment now," the emergency medical technician stated, an impassive look on his face.
He's obviously used to this kind of thing, Hoseok thought as he frowned. Fear clawed at his chest, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.
Looking down at Yoongi, he couldn't help but gape. His cute button nose and cat like eyes were pulling him into a daze. Hoseok quickly shook his head to snap back to reality.
He watched as the EMT charged the defibrillator, heart racing in terror. The man must've noticed his worry and quickly calmed him. "Just in case. It's part of the procedure of any injury."
Hoseok nodded, his eyes blank as he stared at the ground with an empty expression. This is really happening, he thought. Suddenly, the EKG let out a long beep, signaling a flatline.
He started panicking as the EMT quickly took the defibrillator pads and rubbed them together to get friction. The other EMT that's been quiet in the back stood up.
"Clear!"
Shock.
Nothing.
"Clear!"
Shock.
Nothing.
"Clear!"
Shock.
Nothing.
Both men looked at each other before glancing at Hoseok, frowns set on their faces.
"His lungs swelled up and blocked off his oxygen. Breathing was hard as it was so then swelling up caused his heart to stop from lack of oxygen," the second one explained softly.
His tears finally started falling as Hoseok wiped at his eyes vigorously. They kept rolling down his cheeks, loud sniffles coming from him. Those sniffles turned into sobs that racked through his body.
"Min Yoongi pronounced dead at 2:19 p.m. due to his heart stopping of too much smoke inhalation."