Chapter 2

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Hasting his steps, Yoongi closed and locked his front door. The hour was dwindling, he could tell by the chill setting in and chasing off the warmth of the day and hurried to lock up the windows.

When the task was done, he grasped at his phone. Squinting in a feeble attempt to see better, he went by muscle memory to recently called and hit the top number.

Namjoon picked up on the first ring. "Miss me that much already, Yoongi hyung? I'm flattered."

Yoongi scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself," he snipped, then sniffed daintily. "There is a storm coming. Big, from the feel of it. Can you check the weather reports for me?"

"On it," Namjoon replies, sounds of typing faint over the line. Yoongi waited with his hand tight around his phone. "Okay, shit, yeah. There is a massive storm headed straight for you, hyung. Supposed to last a couple of days."

Yoongi's eyes fluttered closed. Normally, he didn't really mind storms, even if that meant that he wasn't going to be getting visitors, but right now, he minded.

He wasn't really ready.

"Do you have enough water bottles, hyung? I don't think I can make it in time down to Daegu." Worry was heavy in Namjoon's voice, dropping low and spoken quickly. "Jin is already on the KTX back, so-"

"I'll be fine," Yoongi cut off, shaking his head. "I have plenty of water, but my power is probably going to be out of range for a while. Cover me?"

Namjoon hesitated. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. I can cover you."

A true smile touched Yoongi's lips. "Thanks. I should go, get ready for the storm."

"Be safe, hyung. Please."

Yoongi resisted rolling his eyes. "I always am. Try to not burn down your apartment until Jin gets back."

Namjoon snorts. "I'm banned from the kitchen, so that is safe."

"Good riddance. Later, Joon-ah."

Hanging up the phone, Yoongi places it back down on his desk where he knows he can find it later.

Sighing heavily through his nose, he strides towards the kitchen and uses his hands to count the bottles of water in his fridge, and then shifts to the food.

He has more than enough to last up to a couple of weeks, and he eats worse than a bird anyways, so he was sure that he could stretch it to a week or two more if he really wanted to.

Returning to his feet, he trailed the familiar path towards his bedroom. He followed the colorful yellow tape (Seokjin's idea) till he reached his bedroom.

He took a quick shower, knowing he should do it while he still has hot water, and then dresses in sweats, a shirt, and then his favorite black hoodie. His hair was still damp, and he knew Seokjin would scold him for leaving it like that, but he couldn't muster the energy to fix it.

He collapsed against the couch. The first roll of thunder and crack of lightening hit outside, loud and overwhelming.

Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut.

It was going to be a long few days.

Settling himself further against the couch, Yoongi lets himself drift off into a restless sleep. The howling winds and wails of the rain against the wooden roof of his cabin acting as his lullaby.

Yoongi awoke with a loud gasp, eyes flying open only to be met with darkness. Heart stopping in his chest, Yoongi floundered a moment, wondering if he had finally lost the rest of his vision.

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