If Dreams Could Tell

Baekhee's POV

I stared at the floor and lazily picked up my vibrating phone from J-hope calling and put it by my ear.

"H-hello? Is this perhaps, Yoon Baekhee?" A man asked. "Uh, his girlfriend?"

There was one thing for sure. This wasn't J-hope's voice on the phone. "Yes, I'm Yoon Baekhee." I ignored the fact that he said I was J-hope's girlfriend.

What has J-hope been naming me on his phone? Last time, I was apparently, 'Brotato chip! It's Baekhee!'

It was too long of a name so he changed it, but he would never let me see.

"I-I have some news..." He stuttered. "Bad news..about your boyfriend."

"I forgot to tell you. I'm not his girlfriend. I already have a boyfriend that's..." I couldn't brag about Jin now that he's not here. "Sorry, continue?"

"Your friend...he's..."


Suga's POV

Oh my god. Where's Jungkook? He's been gone for a long time now.

I had asked all the members including Baekhee, they all daid they didn't know where he was. Jimin even tried to drown himself once he found out about J-hope and Jungkook.

A tear slid down my cheek.

It's my fault okay? I admit it. Just come back Jungkook, I'm sorry, please come back. We're worried.

Jungkook's POV

I walked through the doors of the hospital.

First, I get this voicemail from Suga Hyung that Hobie Hyung is in the hospital from biting his hand. And to come back...

To come back. Should I? What happened to J-hope Hyung? How did he burn his hand?

Now, I get a call from Baekhee, "It's J-hope.." I could tell she has been crying from the tone of her voice. "He's dead."

I heard her say a bunch of stuff about him taking drugs and all that crap.

J-hope. No. She's bluffing. She has to be. J-hope just burnt his hand. This is a joke. But I never heard something about him burning his hand.

I hung up and called Rap Mon, the only one I can trust on.

"Is J-hope Hyung dead?" I asked as soon as the line connected.

There was silence, I couldn't see him, but I could feel his face freeze with a sad expression.

I realized he was never happy anymore. We all weren't. He was always tired. We changed.

So it is true. J-hope's dead. There would be no happy virus to cheer up the mood.

I threw my phone on the ground. Like hell am I going back. Who's next? Me.

"Jungkook!" Someone yelled.

My eyes widen but soon narrowed as I turned around. "What are you doing here?"


Baekhee's POV

I didn't hear the last part of it. I immediately hung up and called Suga.

"Suga..." I sobbed.

"Hurry up and tell me what it is!" He said.

"J-hope is...dead."

All I could hear was the line ending, and my hand fell to the floor.

My second thought was to call Jungkook. Where was he? We were beyond worried.


Jungkook's POV

Suga Hyung hit me across the face.

I couldn't believe it. Suga Hyung was telling me to come back, but now he's trying to get into a fight with me. About the
J-hope thing...He lied to me.

I felt angry.

"You told me to come back!" I said. "I thought you'd forgive me, but you should be the one begging for forgiveness!"

"What are you talking about?" He growled.

"Why did you lie to me? Why didn't you just tell me J-hope Hyung was taking drugs, and overdosing himself?" I yelled.

He stiffened and punched me again, his eyes angry, sad, pained, "I can't believe he's gone, dead! I know you don't either! I'm just going through the same thing you are!"

I got up from the floor.

"I wasn't trying to lie to you! It was for me! I tried to convince myself that it wasn't real! I can't stand seeing someone die again!" He cried angrily wiping his tears away.

I can't believe it. Suga was crying.

"Jeon Jungkook! I hate you. We were so worried. You got us worried to death!" He held up his fist for another punch.

I felt so angry then, and before he could punch me, I punched him in the face leaving a bruise. He was so selfish.

"Get out." Suga Hyung yelled.

Oh so now I can't hit him, but he can hit me.

"Get out!" He yelled louder, "Don't even think about seeing
J-hope."

The patients were watching. Practically everyone in the hostpital was watching.

I kicked the doors open, not caring if I broke it.


Where am I?

All that I know is that I'm in the alleyway. I had a bad feeling, but I walked in deeper in the alley.

I walked into 2 guys. I simply brushed my shoulders with one of them, and walked passed. I just didn't care.

"Are you just going to walk passed like that?" One of them said, "A simple 'sorry' would be acceptable, but that's clearly not happening right now." He grabbed my collar and shoved me to the wall.

"You wanna say it and be saved? Or play stupid?" He said.

I shrugged. I wasn't thinking about that right now. My mind was elsewhere.

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