Holy hell this is a lot of angst. There isn't even a happy ending. Sorry if you were looking for some cute Hopekook, but apparently, my brain was in a bad mood today and spat this out. It's a lot. You have been warned.

(Tear)

Hoseok dropped his bag on the floor after a long, long day. Hours of dance practice followed by hours locked in his studio composing stuff. He was exhausted. He just wanted to go home, eat and sleep for a long time. As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed there was something cooking but there was no sign of Jungkook. Hoseok wondered around the house in search of his boyfriend.

He walked down the corridor to their bedroom and saw that the door was slightly open. He could hear Jungkook talking, most likely on the phone. Simply wanting to hear his voice, Hoseok listened to him talk. He sounded distressed.

"… don't know what I'm going to say. He's going to find out eventually and I really don't know what I'm going to do when that happens. I really love him, I swear, and I didn't want any of this to happen. I hate hiding all of this from him but at the same time, he'd leave me if he found out. I can't keep doing this." There was a pause, presumably while the other person replied, and Hoseok didn't know what to think. What was Jungkook hiding that was so bad that he was worried Hoseok would leave him? He felt bad for listening but needed to know more.

"What do you mean, 'I brought this on myself'? I didn't plan any of this! Namjoon, I need your help, please. Namjoon! Dammit!" Whoever Namjoon was had seemingly hung up. Hoseok had no idea who that was, but Jungkook seemed to trust him, which was strange. Hoseok had been dating Jungkook for over two years now and he thought he knew all of his friends. Apparently not.

The door flew open in front of Hoseok and Jungkook jumped back, surprised.

"Hoseok! Babe, it's so good to see you! How long have you been back?" Hoseok found himself analysing Jungkook's movements and words, trying to find hints that he was lying. That's ridiculous, Hoseok thought. He had no reason to suspect that Jungkook was lying to him at all. But Hoseok couldn't help it. Jungkook did look genuinely pleased to see him, although he was a little taken aback by his sudden appearance.

"About five minutes," he answered and watched Jungkook's smile falter a bit. "Who's Namjoon?" Hoseok didn't want to pretend that he wasn't concerned, especially to his own boyfriend. Jungkook shoved his phone into his pocket as if he was trying to hide it.

"No one! H-he's just a friend, that's all," Jungkook stuttered, defensive. Hoseok tilted his head but said nothing. "C-come on, dinner should be ready by now." His bright smile returned and Hoseok followed him to the dining room. They ate in silence. They both knew something was wrong. After about five minutes, Hoseok sighed and leaned back.

"Jungkook, I need you to tell me the truth," he said. Jungkook looked up.

"Always! Is something wrong?" Hoseok felt guilty for eavesdropping and not believing Jungkook, but there was something off about him today.

"Promise?" he asked. Jungkook nodded. "Then who is Namjoon and why do you need his help?" Jungkook froze and then looked down, anywhere that he didn't have to look at Hoseok. "Jungkook, you promised to tell the truth. What's going on?" Jungkook ran his hand through his hair and leaned his elbow on the table, thinking hard about something.

"I-I can't tell you," he mumbled. Hoseok sighed and stood up. He began to walk back to his room. Jungkook wasn't supposed to be hiding things from him. Hoseok sure as hell didn't hide things from him. Because he trusted Jungkook. He wondered how long that would last. "Hoseok, wait." He turned around to see Jungkook standing and fidgeting anxiously, clearly distressed.

"Are you going to tell me? Or make an excuse for why you can't?" Hoseok asked sadly. Jungkook let out a deep breath.

"It's not going to be fun to hear…"

"I don't care. Jungkook, you're supposed to tell me everything, good or bad," Hoseok argued.

"This is… bad. Really fucking bad. I'm so sorry in advance," Jungkook admitted. Hoseok waited for him to say whatever it was.

"About two and a half years ago, I lived in Brazil. I… I had a home there, a family that I needed to support. A wife, kids. Long story short, I was at the centre of one of the biggest illegal drug networks in the country. But things went south. Fast. There was some dodgy stuff going on that I had no control over. I think there was a slave trade going on at some point. And it all tied back to me. The police found a lead and I really needed to disappear.

"Namjoon was my coordinator. He helped me move here and set up a life. I was meant to just stay low, not do anything that would draw attention, not make any contacts or friends that could blow my cover. But then I met you and I couldn't help it. You were just so… you and I fell for you. Namjoon keeps me updated from time to time. Last week, he called and told me that the police knew it was me. They found my family. I was going to run away again but then I remembered you. I don't want to lose everything I love again. So that's my story. I'm so, so sorry."

Hoseok didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to process any of that. The past two years of his life had been a total lie. He had been dating a cheat, a wanted criminal, a liar. And Hoseok did not know what to do. No tears came to his eyes, despite the crushing sensation he felt inside him. He had loved Jungkook, trusted him with his life and he had shattered that. He didn't know anything anymore. He had no idea who was standing in front of him but it sure as hell wasn't Jungkook.

He walked past Jungkook towards the window. He opened it and climbed out onto the fire escape, heading to the roof. He walked up the cold metal stairs and heard Jungkook follow him. He dropped onto the roof and revelled in the chilling wind that gave him some kind of sensation. Hoseok could not think properly about anything. Maybe if he could, he wouldn't have walked to the other side of the roof and stood on the ledge, looking down at the streets and thinking about how all of his problems could disappear with one step forwards.

"Hoseok, what the hell are you doing? Please, for God's sake, please!" he heard Jungkook shout from somewhere behind him. The drop didn't look too far, but he was sure his problems would be gone by the time he reached the bottom. A hand gripped his wrist and he stumbled backwards, off the ledge. He wrenched his hand away aggressively.

"I don't know you," He whispered, barely audible against the wind. "But you're the same person. You ruined your whole illusion within the space of two minutes. That doesn't even seem possible. But one minute I loved you and the next minute I realised I loved the you that you wanted me to love. The you that you were pretending to be. But you aren't him. You aren't my Jungkook. I don't know where he's gone. I don't know who you are. I don't know what's going on. I don't know anything."

Hoseok knew that if he was fully conscious, he would currently be breaking down. In the past five minutes, he had discovered that his boyfriend had been a drug dealer with a wife and children, found out that the last two years of his life had been totally fake and genuinely contemplated suicide. But the shock was saving him. He was numb to everything. He was just about aware that someone was sobbing and apologising to him but he didn't care.

He ignored whoever was in front of him and pushed past him, climbing back down the fire escape to the apartment. He picked up his phone and dialled 911.

"Hi. I've been living with an international drug dealer and slave trader for about the last year. Who do I talk to about that?"