awake ;; yoongi

track nine.

trigger warning + the outfit he's wearing is the one from the dope practice ok thx

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THE SUNLIGHT BURNED his eyes as he sat up, having just awoken from another nightmare. His chest rose and fell quickly, and he could barely feel the chill of the early morning against the sweat coating his skin.

Yoongi didn't like this; he didn't like living like this. Always waking up alone, sweaty, frightened. It made him feel detached–excluded, even–from the world around him.

(Was it really his world though? He wasn't sure.)

The peach-haired boy sighed, running a hand down his face. He was glad that at least today was Saturday, which meant no school and practice was only at three. Remembering this gave him an idea; he glanced at the clock, seeing 10:48 written in red. Yoongi decided that today, for the first time in a while, he would go to the park and just enjoy being outside. Who knows? He might even find some writing inspiration.

Trying to push the events of his nightmare to the back of his mind, Suga hopped out of bed and quickly went to pick out some clothes. The weather was nice outside, so he chose some black shorts and a baseball tee that probably belonged to one of his members as it was a bit big on him. He showered quickly, grabbed his sneakers, a SnapBack, his keys, phone, and wallet, before checking his appearance and leaving the apartment.

The air outside was clearer than usual, and he was glad. It helped put his mind at ease. He breathed in the sweet smell of fresh bread from a bakery, tempted to go in but knowing that wasn't his destination.

He continued the short walk, stopping every once in a while to take pictures with the few fans who managed to recognize him. It was strange; having people come up and obsess over the fact that you were actually real, even if you hadn't been introduced to the public yet.

Thinking of their debut made Yoongi's body tingle. With nerves or excitement, he wasn't sure. But he knew that Bangtan would kill it, and take the world by storm. Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin and Jin's stellar vocals paired with Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi's quick rap verses made for an incredible group.

He smiled to himself as he thought about how big they would get. His faith in their group was everlasting.

Finally, he reached his destination. The park was bursting with children playing and couples going on cute dates. Yoongi took a seat on one of the benches placed around, hands locked in his lap. The sweet smell of youth and cheerfulness made him feel something inside–made him feel joyful.

Yoongi still had a small smile on his face, and the soft breeze was keeping him at ease under the warm sun. He leaned his head back a bit and closed his eyes, the soft sounds of the wind blowing and children playing in the background.

And then it was gone.

He heard nothing except a low hum–was it a song?–that sounded all too familiar. It sounded a lot like one his mother used to sing to him when he was younger.

I need to go home when it turns midnight
I don't wanna walk so will you take me home?
Look at me, I think I'm dizzy
I feel the same but
why is everything around me spinning?

Yoongi opened his eyes.

In front of him stood his father, a knife held to his throat.

"Look at what you've done, Yoongi." His father said. "Look at what you've done."

Yoongi couldn't move; it was as if his body was rooted to the spot. All he could do was watch as his father fell to the ground, his blood pooling around him so fast it made Yoongi dizzy.

"Oh, Yoongi," That voice said to him. He didn't know who the voice belonged to, but it was always there and he hated it. It always made him do things, such terrible things, and then criticized him for it. "Oh, Yoongi. Would you just look at what you've done?"

"I–I..." Suga started, but the words got lost in his throat. He could feel himself fall to his knees, hands dropping to hold himself upright. He was shaking so terribly–awfully, terribly–and couldn't seem to stop.

He looked down at his hands again, sweat dripping down his face. One hand was glistening red, while the other clutched a knife so tightly his knuckles were white.

"Hey Yoongi, tell me," He heard the voice from up above him. He looked up, only to come eye-to-eye with a grinning Jungkook–Jungkook?

"How does it feel, knowing you killed everyone who loves you?"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Then wake the fuck up!"

His eyes shot open, and Jungkook was gone.

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oOH HO HO THUs ends part one 

- kat