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"One has to leave in the bond of three."
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Those vehement strikes of nightmares finally clawed into Yoongi's chest the deepest at one stormy night, making him snap his eyes open with shudders after shudders.
Someone - no, some people were standing around him. Yes, apart from the fine polished ceiling and dimlight occupying his eyesight, he saw silhouettes; aerial shadows of terror locking him between them. His chest heaved for little air, although what he got as the result was layers of keen pain plastered on his shoulders.
Min Yoongi let out a sob.
"He is awake!"
Heads turned at him so did their anxious gazes; one of them hurriedly held his left hand and pushed him back to his pillow as the male tried getting up. He never flinched as the sudden tugs on the countless needles pinned on his skin caused sheer agony pace into his veins, but whimpered when the same, horrible flashes of red and black engulfed his mind.
"Hey, can you hear me?" a voice spoke beside him, their tone low and cautious, "Answer if you do. Can you remember your name?"
Who gives a fuck about that?
No, this can't be true, he shook his head vehemently, wrenching away his wrist and propelling his arms upward, ignoring every other things in the world, Just let it be a nightmare. Please. Please.
