Seven | BTS ✓

16

After working non-stop for six hours straight, Yoongi figures he's earned a nap.

He falls onto the couch in his studio and immediately feels himself relax, the feeling almost euphoric. Nothing beats the feeling he has of just laying down and doing nothing.

He sighs, content in his position as his eyes flutter closed and he drifts off into a deep sleep, dreaming of the past.

I hope you're all doing okay.

I don't even know if you all can hear me, but just know that I'm here in the only way I can be for now. You're not alone.

How are you inside my head?

Sloth? You can hear me?

I hear you all the time.

Oh I'm so glad. Are you okay?

I'm okay.

Where are you?

Lucy?

Are you okay?

Lucy, I haven't heard you in a long time. Are you even alive?

Why do I miss hearing your voice?

Yoongi's startled awake by a pressure on his waist, and when he opens his eyes, he sees Lucy straddling his waist and looking down at him, smiling softly.

"Hi," she says quietly.

"Normal people don't greet someone like... this," he says, gesturing to her position on him.

"Why haven't you told them you heard me in your head?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.

"I... I only heard you when I was asleep. I thought it was just me dreaming," he grumbles as he rubs his tired eyes. "Can you maybe go sit somewhere else?"

"But I'm comfortable," she grins, wiggling around and his hands shoot out to grip her hips.

"Don't move like that, Lucy," he warns.

"Oh? Why not?" she grins wickedly, her hands resting on his.

"You know why, you pervert," he says through gritted teeth as she wiggles again.

She shrugs innocently. "You're cute when you're flustered. Or well, any time really."

"I will throw you in the floor," he says, keeping a firm grip on her waist so she'll stay still.

"I'm a lot stronger than you, love. I like sitting here. I think I'll stay," she smiles at him again and he scoffs.

"I'm going back to sleep," he says, removing his hands from her waist and closing his eyes again.

A moment later, his eyes shoot back open when he feels her weight shifting and suddenly, she's laying her hands on his chest, with her chin resting against them.

She's just watching him intently.

"Can I help you?" he asks, irritated.

"How much did you hear in your head? I talked to you all the time when I realized that you were the only one I could reach," she says, keeping her eyes on him.

"I..." he trails off.

"You're mad at me," she says, voice soft.

"I thought you died, okay?" he snaps. "I heard you in my head every time I slept. Saying that we'll be okay. Saying you were making sure we'd stay safe. I listened to you rant about how they kept getting blood in your hair. I listened to you ramble on about how the torturers were amateurs. I heard you singing songs to pass the time. I listened to all of it. I didn't know if it was real. But I still felt compelled to listen to your voice. And one day, I felt an overwhelming urge to let you know that I could hear you. To let you know that you weren't alone either. I focused so fucking hard to get the message to you that I could hear you. And it worked. You heard me. And then one day... silence. I didn't hear another word. I tried to use our connection again. To get through to you. But you weren't there. And I thought you died."

"I'm so sorry. I was too weak to answer you. But I heard you. I did," she says, reaching a hand to cup his cheek. "Your voice helped keep me focused on getting back to you and the others."

"Why did you do it? Why did you let us go?" he whispers, eyes locked on hers.

She sighs before smiling and sitting back up, back in her original position on his waist.

"Because you're all just so damn cute," she grins.

Yoongi groans and tries to push her off, but she grips his shirt and pulls him with her when she falls to the floor and he lands on top of her.

"Idiot. I could've crushed you," he says as she looks up at him, still gripping his shirt.

"I don't feel pain. But thanks for worrying about me, handsome."

He clears his throat and sits up, pushing her hands away from his shirt. "You should learn about personal space."

"And you should help me up since you're the reason I'm laying on the floor," she retorts.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and stands up, afterwards offering her his hand to help her up.

She stands up by herself, and he scowls at her with his hand still outstretched.

"Why did you ask for my help if you weren't intending to use it?" he asks angrily as he lets his hand fall back to his side.

She shrugs. "I just wanted to see if you would offer me help."

"I'm not an asshole. Why wouldn't I?"

"I love the face you make when you're annoyed. You scrunch up your nose like this," she says and imitates the face he makes.

He sighs. "Can I go back to sleep now without you using me as a chair?"

"Yes, love. I'm sorry for bothering you. Just wanted to say hi."

"Okay. Bye," he waves at her dismissively before laying back down on the couch and closing his eyes again.

He hears her footsteps and he thinks she's finally going to leave, but a hand lands on his chest and when he opens his eyes, he sees her leaning her face towards his.

She presses her lips softly against his forehead before backing up and looking down at him with a small smile.

"I've missed your voice," she whispers.

And then she's gone.