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Awake

The next time he wakes up, he's tucked away neatly in his bed. For a second, his brain is swimming with confusion. How did he go from being in a field to being in his bed? Then, brief visions of Jungkook packing everything away and carrying him to his truck to drive him home sparks his memory. So Jungkook brought him home? He vaguely remembers the younger passing him off to his father, but it's still too blurry to bother remembering.

Yoongi glances at the time and internally groans. The clock read 4:46 a.m., far too early to be awake but he knows if he were to go back to bed he'd wake up groggy. Grumbling, Yoongi tosses his blankets off him and heads downstairs to grab a glass of water. His tongue was almost as dry as the sahara desert. He smacks his lips together in distaste.

As he walks down the stairs, he can't help but feel anxious. It feels like someone, no. Something is watching him, but he knows that's irrational. It's probably just the atmosphere, with the moonlight flowing in through the windows casting all sorts of creepy shadows all over the place. Still, as Yoongi approaches his kitchen, he can't help but look out the window curiously. At first glance, Yoongi doesn't see anything out of the ordinary. It all looks exactly the same per usual, so he shrugs his shoulders and grabs a frosted glass off the counter. And then he feels it again, the nagging feeling that he was being watched.

When he looks out the window, the one that faces dense forest besides his house, he sees it. He almost missed it, almost but his eyes are too sharp to let something so blatant slip past him.

There, just a few feet away from him, stands the largest wolf Yoongi's ever seen. The darkness of the night and thickness of the trees prevents him from seeing the beast in its full glory. But he's not stupid, and judging by how high the honey brown eyes stand, the wolf is easily well over 7 feet tall. What truly makes his heart accelerate is the way the beast is staring right at him. He doesn't know how, but it feels like it's observing him, trying to understand him. Rationally, he knows animals are incapable of doing that, or if they are they're certainly not in Forks, Washington.

Still. It makes Yoongi feel weird. Not uncomfortable... just bare. Suddenly, he feels awkward standing fully clothed in his own damn kitchen. Abruptly, a bright light flickers above him and a hand touches his shoulder.

"Son?"

He screams, the glass in his hand slipping and shattering across the floor. He tumbles forward, actively trying to avoid the shattered glass amongst his feet. His father catches the force of his body, stumbling back to ensure they both don't get hurt. Once safely away, Yoongi lets out the breath that got caught in his throat. Gathering himself, Yoongi can't help but blush furiously in embarrassment. His father, quite possibly the best man ever, doesn't laugh at him or smile. Instead he watches after his son attentively, face contorted with worry.

"Yoongi? Are you okay? What's wrong?" Now he feels guilty. He should've just stayed in bed, his poor father is now worried over his own cluelessness.

"Nothing I-" He stutters. Irritated at the situation, he scratches his eyebrow aggressively. "I was just thirsty. I zoned out and just got startled."

His father looks at him apprehensively.

"I swear, dad. I just got caught off guard."

He knows he sounds less than convincing, but he's hoping his dad falls for the bait anyway. At first, his father just observes him. Probably using his detective skills to decide if Yoongi needs to be locked away in a mental hospital or not, and all Yoongi can do is rub the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Yoongi waves off his father's nerves.

"Yeah, dad. I swear I'm fine. Just startled and definitely not awake enough to be down here I guess."

His father releases a heavy sigh. He gives him a curt nod and a brief hold on his shoulder before making his way back upstairs. A man of very few words, Yoongi's grateful his father doesn't hover. His shoulders droop as soon as his father is out of sight, and he releases a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. Yoongi directs his attention back outside, but the eyes are gone. God, he must be fucking insane to think he saw anything. It must've just been a trick of the light or something. Yeah. Ignoring the fact there is no light, Yoongi cleans up the mess and heads upstairs.

He can't fall asleep.