Time works differently when you sleep. It could be days. Months. Even years that could pass by when your eyes are closed. But once they've opened again. You are just in time for your alarm to go off five minutes later.
Funny how that works, right?
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Gracie stood in the doorway a bit longer than she had intended. He looked the complete opposite of his pictures. The ones sitting neatly on the shelf behind Yoongi's desk in his office.Those pictures displayed a happy young man smiling brightly back at you. One so full of life... the one before her now much like an empty shell. He didn't even budge when the door opened.
A soft voice met her ears once she was fully inside. He was singing. A sweet beautifully sad melody that would make your heart break.
The door clicked shut and silence engulfed the room once more. Jimin didn't move, he stayed staring at the wall.
"Jimin?" Gracie's voice came out in a whisper. His head turned eerily slow. His eyes... she'd never forget those hollowed out black orbs.
"Do I know you?"
"I—uh. Well no. But I know your friend, Yoongi."
"Yoongi?"
His expression never changed when she mentioned Yoongi's name. He continued to stare at her blankly.
"I don't know anyone named Yoongi."
"Oh?"
"Who are they?" He tilted his head to the side, his blonde hair falling into his eyes.
"Well he's your—"
Her sentence was cut off by the door slamming open hitting the wall.
"Do not finish that sentence!" Yoongi snapped, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her out into the dark hallway. Gracie watched as the door pulled closed, Jimin turned back toward the wall, starting up his sad song again.
"Y/N!" Yoongi growled, his eyes narrowed into slits. Gracie took a step back.
"Why do you keep him trapped here? Why doesn't he know who you are?"
"Guilt...mostly."
Gracie stared at Yoongi, his demeanor changing from pissed off to a man filled with remorse.
"Guilt for what?"
"I— stole his life from him."
"He's still alive—" Gracie started. He narrowed his eyes at her.
"You call that alive? He's a shell that used to hold the most vibrant soul I ever met."
"What happened?"
Yoongi slid down the wall, head in his hands.
"He was always the adventurous type. Always trying new things. I on the other hand am not so. But oftentimes I found myself tagging along just to be near him."
Gracie sat down beside him listening to him talk. Not quite understanding how the way Jimin is now is his fault.
"His fiancé hated how much time Jimin spent with me and she would blow up his phone anytime we were together. I had no intention of causing strife between them. I just wanted to hang out with him, ya know."
