"I died. I don't know when. Maybe when I was a child. When they carried me here in beds of flowers, when they kicked me inside the den, when I saw blood oozing out of my skin, when I saw rocks falling over me, when I woke up perfectly fine, when it all happened all over again. And I found myself dying again. I don't see myself...as a human. At first there were monsters, crawling inside my head, threatening to kill me if I set one foot outside. Now I feel like a monster myself.
"The thing is, Yoongi. I don't remember when I really died. Time is still here. Sometimes I find myself thinking if you're just a dream."
As if his soul could bleed an ocean through his eyes, Seokjin sobbed. He's bare and broken, but so is his other. He lets himself bury his face on Yoongi's shoulder, who caresses his back softly.
"You're not a monster," Yoongi whispers, his voice faint. "You're not hollow. You're not the bearer of people's grief. You're Seokjin. You're Kim Seokjin. You're not dead. You live. You live, Seokjin."
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FanfictionOutside the barrier of a shining paradise, lies a void. People call it the lair of hollow, Yoongi calls it his very own heaven.
