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Loud music could be heard from the basement of a building, beats making the walls resonate when the door were harshly slammed in the first floor, all the empty glass bottles and plastic canes of all shapes and colors at almost every place of the flat shook. The white neon lights on the ceiling flashed and illuminated the hall, making all the mess visible and avoidable for Yoongi.
“What the fuck was that for?!” The door forcefully opened again and Hoseok rushed inside, following the older.
Yoongi ignored him, heading right into the kitchen, kicking away all the trashes in his way as he walked through the shittiest low class apartment they could afford. He opened the fridge and groaned.
Hoseok was so angry and furious. He needed his pills so badly. Some. Any of them. Everything was making him see red, increasing the rage in his throat. Especially certain alcoholic.
“I just couldn’t stand your lame rap lines, untalented dickhead. Can’t blame myself.” Yoongi cruelly laughed, slammed the refrigerator door and looked at the person he shared a place to live with, his smile long forgotten the next second. “Where the fuck is my alcohol?!”
“Go fuck yourself, Yoongi. I’m done with you.” Hoseok spited at the floor, absolutely not caring about the fact how disgusting it was. He turned around and walked away to their bathroom, opening the cabinet, finding what he needed. His pills. He totally lost his own self few hours ago when he forgot to bring them to the club with him. It wouldn’t even be that of a problem if his drunk best friend, lover, whatever, didn’t decide to challenge him at the final rap battle. He was owning every single shitty rapper down there and the older ruined it, being the legend with incredible lyrics burning everything he rapped about.
“Hoseok don’t fucking try me!” He heard Yoongi yelling, coming for him, loud smack of broken glass against the wall making the mess all around even bigger. He hurriedly took one bottle and spilled some of the pills into his palm, not wasting any time, swallowing everything. The redness finally started to fade away when he turned around seeing Yoongi leaning against the door frame with shit eating grin.
“Look at you.” The white haired boy laughed. “J- Hope my ass. You are a pathetic drug addict that can’t stand sober for more than an hour.”
“Look into the mirror, you fucking freak.” It took only second for Hoseok to snap and jump on Yoongi. He thought the pills would calm him, but nothing like that happened. If something, the anger bubbled in his veins even more furiously, triggering the aggressiveness in his body. He grabbed Yoongi’s collar and punched him in the stomach making the other cough and wake his own power in his drunk, but not weak, body.
“Fucgh-” Yoongi growled and grabbed Hoseok’s shoulders, throwing him out of the bathroom on the floor full of empty beer cans, needles, empty little plastic sacks and unwashed clothes in the hall.
“How many fucking times, huh?!” Yoongi sat at the top of Hoseok and mindlessly started punching him into his face, unsuccessfully as the younger hid himself behind his arms.
“Yoongi!” Hoseok cried. “Fucking stop!” He screamed, trying to get off the weight of the other under the pressure of the fists attacking his covered head. He eventually managed to kick him off himself, shifting their weights, appearing this time on top, choking Yoongi under the neck. Not for long though, Yoongi being equally strong, shifting their weights again, they started to roll on the floor stopping in front of the entrance into the kitchen.
Hoseok ended up sitting on Yoongi’s stomach, one hand gripping the other’s throat once again. His other hand reached for a random glass bottle next to them and smashed it next to Yoongi’s head. He moved the sharp side of the half of the bottle under Yoongi’s jawline and let his throat be free inches away from one of the spikes of the broken glass, supporting his weight over the older’s upper body.
Yoongi stopped to fight at this point, despite his state too frightened to do anything. Hoseok could make one move and his life would end in a heartbeat.
“Do it.” Yoongi choked on his own blood in his mouth. “Fucking kill me already.”
Hoseok stared down, grinning at the other, fully aware of the power he had right now he enjoyed the helplessness of his victim. This wasn’t the first time they had such fight and last two times he won, every time cornering the other, making him useless, unable to defend himself, frightened by the thought of death that seemed so appealing many times before.
But something in Hoseok didn’t feel right. He knew this was wrong. He knew this was too fucked up to be happening.
He threw the cracked bottle away, smacked his hand on the floor next to Yoongi’s head and grabbed his chin. “I fucking hate you.” He looked for a second into the other’s wasted eyes and roughly kissed his dry lips, tasting the blood. But then he suddenly lost control over his body and dropped his dead-weight next to the other right into the shards, his brain clothing unconsciousness.
“Hoseok?” Yoongi asked unsurely.
“Hoseok?!” A scream.
“Shit, how many pills did you take?!” He harshly shook the other’s shoulder, fear mixed with confusion and anger in his voice. “What the fuck, wake up!”
No answer.
“ Fuck. ”