The Side Effects of Serendipity || MYG

Icy Strawberries

His jet black hair contrasted deeply with the yellow sunlight. Yoongi's eyes trailed to his neck, black veins were scattered over his skin almost like they were tattooed on. Yoongi clenched his fists in his lab coat, trying to stop himself from trembling. Looking at this person unsettled him to the point of wanting to wake up.

"What are you?" Yoongi asked.

The man chuckled darkly like he had heard a witty joke.

"I already told you, I am you,"

"The pills were sweet, weren't they?" he asked.

"What?"

"Ah, how sweet," he disappeared. Before Yoongi had time to register, the man reappeared again from behind him.

"So innocent," he whispered in Yoogni's ear, causing the hairs to stand on his arm.

"How serendipitous,"

"What is?" Yoongi begged as his patience thinned.

"Your creation, the pills,"

Yoongi's brows knitted; it was annoying how this man can say the pills were a happy accident. Scientific experiments were never of the sort. It was planned, calculated and based on medical background.

"Why are you here?"

"Why? Because I am a part of you."

Presently, Misa gazed at Yoongi's unconscious form sleeping peacefully. Bouncing her knee, she grew restless with every tick of the clock. Nobody knew what effect the pill could have on them and the fact that Yoongi volunteered to test it on himself scared her.

"Relax, worrying about him isn't going to make the situation any better," Kai said, not looking up from his computer screen.

"I know, but I just hate not knowing what's going on,"

"If he's in trouble we'll know,"

She shifted her gaze back to Yoongi and rolled up her sleeves. "Hey, does he look kinda pale to you?"

Kai once-over his sleeping body. "No, not more than usual,"

She reached her hand to his forehead. It was cool, not cold or hot, but not exactly warm either. She knelt beside him and brought her penlight to observe his pupils constrict to the light. Everything was normal. Still, she was uneasy. She brushed back his hair from his face and sighed.

"Please, be okay."

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. "You shouldn't be here, with the pills, the user can control time and matter, and I did not imagine you being here,"

"So...why are you here?" he muttered to himself.

"Correction, you can't control me, nobody can, I come and go freely, like any other dream the dreamer cannot control,"

Yoongi's jaw tighten. "Then the pills are a failure,"

"Or are they? You see, you can still manipulate a fraction of a dream however, the dreamer's other self will show up."

"Other self?"

"Yes, the self they desperately want to escape from,"

"The loser, the worthless, the insecure self they feel that they are, we all come out to play, observing the dream with you,"

"So you are everything I hate about myself?"

Yoongi couldn't believe what he had heard, it had to be a lie. But then again why would the other self lie to him about it. Why even tell him to begin with, he could have kept this all a secret and let Yoogni believe the pills had worked.