Yoongi was sitting.
In an armchair.
He didn't recognize him.
Strange, wasn't it?
Yet the decor was familiar.
White walls.
Uncluttered decor.
"Yoongi? Are you coming to help me?"
He raised his head.
Rising to his feet.
He knew the way.
It was automatic.
When he reached the living room.
He saw her, putting away the last of the boxes.
"What do you need help with?"
She turned around.
When she heard him.
"Go sort through that box, you've accumulated a lot of trinkets~"
He let out a laugh.
As he knelt down in front of said box.
He was doing better.
He took out a few things.
Then he came across a notebook.
No, not a notebook.
His notebook.
Where he'd written.
During his hospitalizations.
Forced, of course.
His mother couldn't stand it.
Certain periods.
He'd accumulated a lot.
A lot of ideas.
A lot of ideas.
He composed.
He wrote.
He liked doing that.
And rap his words.
In a corner.
Without anyone listening.
"Yoongi? Yoongi? You think he's coming back?"
He frowned.
Raising his head.
Why was Haneul standing in front of him?
Standing there.
Looking at him strangely.
In an equally strange outfit.
When had she put on that dress?
It was black.
And then why did she look even paler?
"Yoongi?"
He turned his head.
Who was calling her?
His gaze rested on the notebook.
He turned the page.
Nothing.
Empty.
Yet he'd filled it.
Every last sheet.
"Yoongi? Are you with us?"
He closed his eyes.
Hard.
He wanted to stop everything.
His head was spinning.
"Yoongi, look at me."
He opened his eyes again.
Where had the box gone?
He looked up.
Where had these doctors come from?
Why was he in a bed?
Why was he dressed in white?
Why was he in a hospital room?
Above all, why was he tied up?
"Wh-what am I doing here?"
The nurse smiled at him.
"You're getting better, Yoongi."
He let out a nervous laugh.
And noticed behind her.
A painting.
It depicted a woman.
But, why did this woman look like Haneul?
"So big boy, a year from now you'll be of age? Do you think if you behave yourself, like you have recently, you'll be able to go out? I hope so for you, anyway."
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hey!
yep, that's the end :)
at first I didn't have this ending in mind, but Pascal Laugier's Ghostland inspired me, like a lot, so I went for the "twist", even if that's not really the right word :3
even though I find this ending more understandable than without you, I'll explain it anyway, just in case: Yoongi has never been through all this, it only takes place two or three years after the announcement of his illness, so he's not twenty-five, as indicated at the beginning, but seventeen or eighteen, so he's never been out of hospital since his hospitalization :)
as for his memory lapses, when a voice took "possession" of him, all these events forced him to come back to reality, and to get out of this world in which he thought he was evolving.
thanks for reading this little fanfiction on yoongi,
kissouille❤️
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