Fear reaction starts in the brain and spreads through the body to make adjustments for the best defense, or flight reaction. The fear response starts in a region of the brain called the amygdala.
Min Yoongi comes back home at 1am, tired and dirty. Half of the day in front of the computer, the other half on another solo-mission. Park Jimin was out of town - business - so Yoongi had to deal with everything alone. Not like he can't. He doesn't really need anyone. It's just more fun with Jimin.
Now he's coming back home where Yubin is waiting for him. Everything is working out for Yoongi. Tired but blissful, he huffs a laugh to himself. His life has never felt like that. He has never felt like that. So powerful. Invincible.
What at first felt like he'd have to choose between, he's now getting the best of both worlds. He's working with Park Jimin, basically playing a lifelong video game he knows he's always going to win. But he's also coming home to Yubin waiting for him every night.
He turns the light on in the living room, and his blood runs cold. Instinctually, his hand grips the gun on his side, but he's shocked. Too shocked to think about solutions, plans, running, chasing.
The whole place is trashed. Flipped furniture, broken glass, a mess that can only be left after an act of aggression.
It's impossible for anyone to break in. The surveillance Yoongi set up for the house is unmatchable.
He runs straight to the bedroom and curses under his breath when he finds it empty, equally trashed. He searches everywhere, and when he doesn't find Yubin, he calls her. Her phone rings around, somewhere in the house, but she's nowhere in sight. Yoongi grows more and more frustrated by the minute. He's trembling. There is no one that comes to mind that could do that, and all power drops out of Yoongi's hands.
He runs around like a fool. It's not something he was ever prepared for. This house was supposed to be a fortress, safe and unbreakable. He doesn't know where to look. There are so many people, so many places, so many options.
Energy leaves him like a bolt of lightning. When he stops in the middle of the living room, a whimper leaves his lips.
"Fuck!" He uses all he has inside to get the word out of his throat. His chest hurts afterwards.
He's so lost, and so scared, that he doesn't feel the presence behind him. Only when an arm wraps around him, and a hand presses what he knows must be a cloth with a soporific to his face, Yoongi snaps into alertness.
But it's too late. When he starts to fight, his world goes blank.
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When Yoongi jolts awake, he's dripping wet. The headache hits next and he bends over - struggling against something that binds his body - eyes shut and teeth gritted.
Years of experience made him used to a scenario like that, but it's been a while since he found himself in a losing position. He's quick to recall the training, though.
Quick assessment - he's tied to a chair, his head hurts because of the soporific, someone just woke him up by splashing water onto his face. A lot of water. It's a big space where they are, echoing footsteps, the smell of concrete and dust. An old warehouse.
Before lifting his head, he tries to untie himself, but the sound of unlocking a gun behind him makes him stop moving.
"Don't try," a man says. Unfamiliar voice. Yoongi doesn't recognize it. "Look up. You're missing out on some nice views."
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HAEGEUM. liberty of power.
Fanfiction└── haegeum - unlocking something that was forbidden ──┘ Min Yoongi unlocks the addicting sense of power that should never be allowed into anyone's hands. ‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿ a Street Racers spin-off that centers around Yoongi; it will make mor...
