Trivia : Melody (Min Yoongi FF)

Chapter Three

(April, 2021)

He was sure about one thing, that whatever he was doing before, laying down was certainly not it. He could still feel the leather backrest of his chair behind his back, could feel the light vibration coming from his computer in front of him. The serenity of Genius Lab was undoubtedly prominent too, then why was he laying on an unknown bed, holding an English book?

"The Host" by Stephenie Meyer, the title read.

He sat up promptly, looking all around himself. The room looked like some kind of dorm; definitely bigger than their first one, seeing there were seven individual beds. But it looked so different from traditional South Korean dorms, that he had difficulty wrapping his mind around it.

He cursed himself internally for falling asleep while working in his studio. Having a lucid dream when your body was on top of a chair sounded very bad-- especially for back cramps.

He stood up slowly, with the book still clutched in his fingers. His eyes were so absorbed in the surroundings, that his ears failed to transmit the sound of approaching footsteps to his brain. The footsteps stopped near the door, and when he was finally made aware, it was too late.

Min Yoongi could feel his breathe hitching in his throat for a moment.

Fuck, is that really her?

With thick wavy hair that reached her torso and a beautiful chiseled face framed by glasses, she'd definitely grown up to be a gorgeous woman. Though the structure of her face changed a little— she'd grown thinner— but she almost remained as she was before, be that a three year old or eight. By her face, she looked like a high school teenager, but the calmness and maturity hidden behind her innocent eyes showed her true age.

She's almost twenty-three now, Yoongi mused, surprised by how casually the fact travelled through his head.

Not to tell how confident she looked now. With a black leather jacket over a black tshirt, black jeans and combat boots-- her wardrobe choice almost made her look like a female version of Jungkook. His eyes flickered, taking in her appearance from head to toe before he heard her clearing her voice.

"Dressed up like this for the dance performance, you know?" She said in English, probably embarrassed due to the scrutinizing look, but it was another shocker for him.

Her voice was heavy for a woman— huskier and seemed to roll out from the bottom of her throat. In one word, sexy.

Yoongi frowned, dissatisfied due to the unwanted thought.

"Why'd you frown?" She asked again, leaning on the doorframe. Yoongi glanced at her, unable to say anything.

"Hyung, what's up?"

Oppa, he wanted to correct, but his only response was the crease on his brows.

"I don't know why you keep avoiding me." She mumbled in a dissapointed tone before looking up, "I get worried about you sometimes. I wanna ask you, hyung are you okay, is everything alright; but you never spare me the chance. A-are you really okay?" Her voice broke, tone laced with worry and sadness. Yoongi wanted to scream that he wasn't okay, that his heart was burning because he couldn't reach over and touch her, but he was unable to do all that.

Instead his eyes finally opened up, and he found himself being inept to move.

Sleep paralysis, he concluded.

After five minutes of trying, he stood up on his legs, chugged down a whole bottle of water before stumbling out of his studio. He called his driver who picked him up, and he departed for their house.

It was nearly 4 in the morning, but the only thing that bothered him was that it was the first time the girl in his dream actually saw him. Why this time though, why not before? What made this time so special?

Yoongi didn't know. All he knew that her worry for him was as true as gravity; there was no lie in that.

He wanted— no, needed a long eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. But the only thing that stood between him and his room was their sharp-minded leader.

"Hyung." Namjoon stopped him in the living-room before he could venture inside, "You're acting really weird for the past days. Are you okay? Is anything bothering you?"

"And you've been awake just to ask me this? You could've done that later, you know. You need sleep too."

"No, not when you're not acting yourself, not when the lyrics of Stay Alive looks like you're expressing someone else's emotions through yours." Namjoon stated, holding up a rough paper in front of the other's eyes.

Yoongi didn't deny. He didn't have the strength to.

"During 2014, I told you about me having lucid dreams about a little girl, you remember?" He said, slumping down on the couch tiredly.

"Yes, I do." Namjoon joined him.

"Well, that's started again. Except the little girl is not so little anymore."

Namjoon stared at his hyung deeply. Yoongi had gone through a myriad of complicated situations, but he'd never witnessed him to look this much disoriented before. So he put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hyung, I really don't know what to say about this. But I'm here to listen or help if you ever need me." He said, squeezing his shoulder. Yoongi looked at him gratefully.

"Thank you, Namjoon-ah."

On his way to his room, Yoongi's heart yearned for Jungkook. Her dress up from his dream made him want to take a look at their youngest. So he quietly went to his room and checked whether the door was locked. Finding it unlocked, he went inside.

Under the moonlight flooding the atmosphere, Jungkook slept peacefully on the bed of his air-conditioned room, his blanket bundled all over and around him. Tiptoeing to the bed, Yoongi went to its side and pulled up a corner of the blanket, confirming the bundle under, indeed, to be Taehyung. He slept there on Jungkook's chest, hidden like a gem, just like their relationship.

Placing two adoring kisses on their unconscious heads, Yoongi left the room and went for his own. While on his way, he shakily clicked a selca and posted it on Weverse, their official fansite.

May be it was all in his head, but he wanted the girl-- no, woman, to wake up and see that he had, in fact, confirmed he was doing just fine, that she didn't need to worry about him.