Trivia : Melody (Min Yoongi FF)

Chapter Two

(December, 2014)

He was back. He thought he would never be back, would never see that dreaded house again-- but here he was. Standing right on the same porch where everything had started two years ago.

It was evening and there were lights. Moreover, there were prominent sounds of people talking. Distressed, anxious voices; venomous, criticizing tones. He could distinctly make out the sound of ambulance, but that was not what his heart wanted to experience.

He wanted to see her. That brave little girl who took his sleep away for multiple nights in 2012.

And he did see her. Beside the stretcher, that carried the unconscious body of a beautiful woman. She was younger in this dream, only a three year old. So he hid himself behind the staircase and watched as people piled behind the stretcher like ants, talking and discussing in the same unfamiliar language he heard two years ago. The little girl didn't participate in their conversations though. She only stared at the pale unconscious woman, a pencil clutched tightly in her right hand as she bit her lower lip.

Her mother, he concluded from the facial similarities.

She was taken away in the ambulance, the mass of people flowing down the outer main road, curious and anxious faces ready to gossip about whatever horrible happened to the woman. No one noticed the little girl as she stayed behind, holding the same pencil, staring down at her slippers.

Her eyes held nothing but emptiness. No question, no distress-- only exhausted submission.

Another nightmare.

Desperate to know what caused the current chaos, he came out of his hideout and dashed up the previous staircase, taking two stairs at a time. With a soft push, he opened the doorway to the second floor and stopped for a moment.

Whatever he could see from this point, the household looked very well taken care of. None from the outside could tell that something terrible took place in here every now and then. Nothing, except for the suspicious looking pile of medicine foils resting on the dining table.

In the dim light of the hallway, he ventured into the kitchen and stopped to pick up a foil. The writings on it were in English, but he had no idea what the chemical composition meant. He took a sniff, and the sharp pungent smell that attacked his nostrils, confirmed his suspicion.

She, indeed, had attempted suicide.

He put the foil back in a daze, taking a couple of steps back to clear his head. He didn't even dare questioning himself that why she didn't think about her daughter before going for it. Thinking back to his own suicide attempts, he could clearly tell that in that exact moment, nothing else mattered other than the desperation of getting rid of one's painful existence.

At least he was relieved that her suicide attempt failed. Because the first time he dreamt about the child, she was older and her mother sounded very much alive.

He found himself stroking the moist away from his eyelids. Turning back, he ventured inside the only room that had its lights on.

Looking just like any other simple room, the only interesting thing there was a drawing book resting on the bed. He picked it up with curiosity, only sucking in a sharp breathe when he found an unfinished drawing of a girl and woman there.

The child was drawing herself and her mother. That was when she found out her mother wanted to leave this world forever, even leaving her behind.

But she was only three. Did she even understand all these?

He knew she did. He'd seen the realization in her dead eyes.

Quickly picking up another abandoned pencil, he completed the drawing as fast as he could. He knew the English word for mother, so he wrote it down too, praying that the child knew English. Just then he heard the door to the second floor being opened, urging him to quickly leave the room and hide beneath the dining table. Holding his breathe, he saw the girl trudging inside the room and freezing once she saw her drawing book.

This time she cried.

And Min Yoongi couldn't have been more relieved at the sight of the tears that rolled down those flushed cheeks, as she held the book close to her heart.

Yes, let it all out, please!

Somehow she understood. The way she pivoted and walked towards the dining table, sniffling and sobbing, she knew her saviour was hiding there. But before their eyes met, the scene changed.

Now he found himself in a dimensionless dark atmosphere. The darkness slithered and withered, revealing the naked back of a teenage girl. With a thundering heart, he took some steps on his left, sucking in a sharp breathe when he saw a side of her face.

She was beautiful. With short hair framing her brown face, she looked ethereal with exposed collarbones and neck. She was sitting down, the darkness veiling her body down her torso in thick smoke. He blushed at that, rebuking himself mentally and went to look away, when his eyes stopped.

There were hickeys. All over her visible body. And bruises. Scratches. As silent tears rolled down her moist cheeks, he watched with a dry throat and petrified eyes as some silhouettes approached her.

Female silhouettes.

They touched her, badly, painfully, like they owned her. He could see razor-shrap teeth on their otherwise empty face. They caressed her skin, and every drag of their fingers made her skin slit as fresh blood rolled down her body.

And she just sat there, crying, allowing and accepting.

What the hell are they doing to her?! Why is she not defending herself?!

He felt wrath. It was like the Deadly Sin itself had incarnated itself into him as his eyes blazed with anger. Curling his fingers into strong fists, he ran, his footsteps making thundering echoes all around the darkness. The female silhouettes flinched, their nasty lips falling as they looked around fearfully.

Min Yoongi stood. He stood tall and avenging, just behind the seated girl he'd previously seen as a child. The shadows hissed, baring their teeth, which provoked him only further.

He kept a hand on the teenager's head, soft and gentle, yet bold. He felt the girl freezing underneath his hand, could feel the tension rippling into his body from her, but he still didn't move. He stared dead at those shadows, curling his lips up in a mean sneer.

Mine!

And the silhouettes dispersed a moment later, leaving him with his broken melody.

She turned her head, ever so slightly, wanting to have one desperate look at her guardian-- the man who kept changing her nightmares, stood up to protect her every time she herself couldn't. She wanted to see him, her liberator, her only untouchable melody.

She could not.

They could not.

Because before their eyes met, Min Yoongi was already opening his eyes, his head heavy, and a light throbbing succumbing his stomach.

"Welcome back." The doctor smiled gently down at him with two nurses behind him, "I didn't think you'd get back to conciousness under the heavy anesthesia, but it's good that you did. Your heart monitor was beeping too loudly. Are you feeling okay?"

Yoongi nodded his head.

"Any physical pain?"

He denied.

"Good. Your members can finally visit you now. They've been worried sick after your appendix suddenly burst. By the way, the BTS concert in Japan was a big hit. Congratulations, Suga-shi."