Demon Soulmates ( Completed )

Eleven

He couldn't stand it. He had his hands to his ears. His knees to his chest. It felt like his nightmare all over again. He wanted all of it to end. The nightmares. The demon stuff. Everything. He hated the feeling of being scared to sleep and having the feeling that a nightmare might come true. He was so done with all of this bullshit. The yelling finally stopped and Yoongi calmed down. He didn't wanna leave his room. He just wanted to stay in there for the rest of his dead life. Everyone tried getting him out of his room. He just stayed in bed not moving. His knees to his chest and him holding his legs. There were knocks all through the day asking if he was ok. Hoseok came up to the door knocking.

" Hey we made you're favorite. You need to come out and eat. " Yoongi sat there a few seconds before getting up. He opened the door. Hoseok looked at him smiling.

" I figured you'd come out. Lets go. You've had a hard day. " He put his arm around Yoongi and walked into the kitchen.

" Darling you're finally out of your room. Go sit down and I'll bring you some food. " Jin points to the couch. Yoongi walked over sitting down next to Taehyung. He put his head on his shoulder.

" Why is this happening to me? " Taehyung put his arm around him. He rubbed his arm with his thumb.

" I know everything is very overwhelming but once all this nightmare stuff is done. Everything gets better. Look at all of us we are happily living together. Once you have the nightmare everything gets better. I promise to you. " Yoongi felt a little better after that. He hugged onto his waist.

" Thank you Taehyung. " He chuckled putting his hand on Yoongis head rubbing it. Yoongi was happy to be with all of BTS. He thought all of them were great and all of them cared for him. He couldn't believe he actually found people he cared about. His whole life he didn't care. He was just a walking body. No soul just a body. He found it all weird but he was dead now. It all didn't matter anymore since he was dead. All that matter are his friends that's all he cares about now.
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One Week Later

All of them were staying up late playing video games. They couldn't help but have fun around each other. They couldn't help but be happy around each other. They were meant to be in a group together. All of them loved spending time with each other.
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Yoongi was getting pretty tired yawning every few minutes and rubbing his eyes.

" Hoseok are you ready to go to bed yet? " Hoseok looked back at Yoongi from the floor.

" I'll be done soon. Go ahead and wait in the room. Try not to fall asleep till I get there. " Yoongi nods getting up going to the room. He grabbed some clothes going to the bathroom to change. He heard the door open and guessed it was Hoseok. He finished up leaving the bathroom. Hoseok was in shorts and shirtless. All of them always walked around shirtless. Yoongi couldn't help but stare all the time. I mean all of them have nice bods so why not look. Hoseok usually slept without his shirt Yoongi was used to it now. Yoongi got in bed then Hoseok followed. Hoseok loved cuddling and Yoongi was ok with it. Hoseok grabbed Yoongi and pulled him closer.

" Yoongi you know how happy I have been since I met you. " Yoongi chuckled grabbing Hoseok hand putting it to his chest.

" I'm happy being with all of you guys. You all have made me feel like I'm a real friend. " Hoseok moved closer to him.

" You are our friend Yoongi. We will always be here to protect you. I promise. " Yoongi turned around to face Hoseok smiling.

" Thank you Hoseok. You really are a good friend. " Hoseok smiled pulling Yoongi to his chest. Yoongi put his arms around his neck. They both fell asleep holding each other.
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Yoongi Nightmare

*Tigger Warning*
Acts of suicide

I was in a bar. I was drinking my life away at this point. I have been here for 3 hours. No one every comes up to me anymore. I'm always alone. No one cares about me. No friends. No family. Nothing. All alone and probably always will be. This night a guy came up to me and looked decently drunk. He was definitely less drunk then me though.

" Hey pretty boy, mind if I buy you a drink? " That night I was upset about something and wanted to drink it all away.

" Sure. I'd love that. " I kept hiccuping every few minutes. We talked and the guy was pretty nice. I actually liked talking to him. He offered to take me home and I agreed. I was to drunk to even walk. He put his arm around my waist. I had my arm around his shoulder. He put me in his car and he asked for my address. I gave it to him and he started driving. When he was driving I noticed we where going the wrong way. I sat up on the seat my hand on my head slowly coming to my senses. I just got into a car with a stranger. I'm gonna end up in one of those serial killer documentaries. Welp I had a good run. I was gonna say something but I blacked out. When I walk up I was in my bedroom with that guy next to me. He was putting a rag on head. I slowly got up and the rag fell to my lap. He put his hand behind my back and one on my chest.

" You need to lay down. You drank a lot. Just get some rest. " I slowly layed back down looking at him. I was trying to remember his name. I think it was Christopher. Everything was great but I closed my eyes for a second. I opened them and I was in my bedroom alone now. I got up going to the bathroom. I looked so tried and sad. I looked to my hand and saw a knife in my hands. I pulled it to my throat and I couldn't stop myself. I watched myself cut my throat open. I couldn't believe what just happened. I just watched while I was dying. . .