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Coven

When he comes to, the first thing he notices is how warm he is. There's a pile of blankets on him, covering him up enough to feel like he's in Mexico. He doesn't want to open his eyes up just yet, content to allow himself to gradually build up the strength to pull open his lids. He's forced to, though, when he hears shuffling in the room.

"Yoongi?" The voice is familiar.

Yoongi cracks his eyes open slowly, the dim lighting in the room slowly filtering in. The first thing he notices is the scratchy feeling in his throat. He's incredibly thirsty, his tongue laying heavy and dry in his mouth. The next thing is the pounding headache that's cracking through his skull. He doesn't remember why at first, but then when his neck begins to throb it all comes rushing back to him.

Gasping, Yoongi swings himself upward. Immediately his head begins to spin, the room swirling around in his blurry vision. A cold pair of hands settle themselves on his shoulders, grounding him. It takes him a minute, but soon he's able to calm himself down. His vision clears. Jimin is sitting across from him.

" -min?" He croaks, throat still dry. Jimin gives him a saddened smile, but it's still so pretty. The weight on his left shoulder lifts, cold fingers now caressing his face.

"Hi Yoongi, how do you feel?" Jimin's voice is smooth and warm, battling away all the anxiety Yoongi's feeling. But how does he feel? Despite the fact he physically feels like he's about to die, he's... numb. Well, he's confused. What did he see? What happened? What was that... thing? It wasn't human, but supernatural beings don't exist. There's no other explanation though. There isn't.

"I- What happened to me?" Jimin's face falls at the question.

"Let's not think about that right now, how are you-" Yoongi rips away from Jimin's grasp, adrenaline rushing through him enough to numb the pain he feels.

"Jimin, what the fuck happened out there?" He spits, voice steadily beginning to rise. Jimin doesn't flinch.

"I don't think I should tell you right no-"

"Bullshit! Tell me right fucking now or I'm calling the goddamn cops!" He threatens. Realistically, he wouldn't. He doesn't know if he could handle the look of guilt on his father's face.

Yoongi watches as Jimin pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Yoongi ignores the pain he's feeling in order to keep up his front. He needs to know the truth. Now.

"Fine," Jimin outstretches his hand, "There's someone you should meet. He can do a much better job than I can of explaining things."

Yoongi sits silently and watches as Jimin pulls away from him. His mouth opens to question where Jimin plans on going, but he's cut off from him calling out to someone.

"Namjoon!" He calls, "Come here."

Another man, probably korean just like him, steps into the room. He's tall, almost extraordinarily so with tan skin that somehow seems to be covered in a light dusting of ash. Yoongi's never seen anything like it; a man who seems so menacing yet so friendly. Namjoon holds himself similarly to a man that has the wisdom of life but has not aged. Kind of dorky also. Jimin steps in front of him, blocking his view of Namjoon. Yoongi shuffles himself to face the door.

When Jimin moves away, it's to stand against the wall. Namjoon, who now holds a warm smile, is staring down at him from where he's perched. The first thing he notices is how beautiful Namjoon's eyes are, a golden brown that was crafted from the sun. Vibrant, warm, and a shade he's never seen before.

"Hello, my name is Namjoon. You're Yoongi?"

"Yes, hi." He sounds more curt than he means, but what else is he to do? Yoongi doesn't have a lick of an idea of what's going on, and he needs answers now.