Living Nightmare | m.y.g (angst/smut)

Chapter 47 - The Voice behind the Call ◆

A pleasing sound in my sleep woke me up, it's kind of surreal to hear something real while I was deep on it. I had to tell myself I was dreaming in order to set myself free from another threatening disease of a nightmare.

I propped up, looking for the source of the tone. My phone shook as it vibrated on the tabletop. I checked the time, 3:00AM.

The last time I woke up at 3:00AM in Yoongi's arms, I couldn't be happier appreciating the little things I get when he's beside me.

But now is the opposite of it.

"Hello? Taehyungah?" I couldn't get the hang of my shock, the reason why Taehyung called hadn't occurred to me yet. And I was a bit glad when he called, he remembered me. He was probably checking on me.

"Noona-" Something's wrong with the way he breathed on the process of saying the name. He huffed and sniffed.

"What's wrong?" I immediately asked. It's decided, I was stubborn when I told myself I'm never coming back to them because I don't want to give them anymore burden, but hearing this one person's voice who happened to be my brother couldn't just allow me to forget them. They were my family to begin with, the bond and the love is too strong for my irrational thinking to overpower it.

"Yoongi's dead, he had a car accident." I felt my ears stunned at the powerful fume ringing inside my ears, considering what I heard was just an almost sad whisper.

And then it came to me, hitting hard on my brain.

Yoongi's dead.

"No!" I tried screaming but I can't find my voice. I was panicking, tremendously panicking. My hand dropped the phone due to its uncontrollable shaking motion.

"Taehyungah!" I clutched onto my chest, and my stomach.

These were the two parts of me that were affected the most.

"It's not true okay? It's not!" I whispered agitatedly. I was frantic, I can't do anything to save his life and I haven't done anything to save him.

"This is so absurd! This shan't be real!" I started throwing things near my grasp, I felt so numb, the consistency of my anger was overpowering.

And then I woke up, at the sound of a knock. I was sweating heavily from my sleep, the dream rendered me catatonic.

The knock came from my window, a bird was trying to knock its bill on it. I tried thanking the bird for that heroic act, he just saved me from my nightmare.

I can't take it anymore, I need to throw this worthless facade I'd built in my heart, I need to forgive him.

•••

If it wasn't for this crazy urge that drives me to desire for Yoongi's warmth, I wouldn't be here standing in the middle of the hallway hiding away from them as cautious as possible to keep myself from their indefinite interrogation.

I was thinking about whether I will call him or not. But on the scale of one to ten, the urge of calling him stood at ten and even overlapping.

I really missed him so much and that's because I am still in love with him regardless of the unreasonable factors our relationship had encountered that tried to make us fall apart.

He was the first person who loved me and accepted me for who I am. He loved me completely, he made me feel that I am a part of this world and even brought me to experience another life in his own world, for me it was a very generous act bestowed by Yoongi. And I will forever owe him a debt of gratitude for what he did.

If I am going to be stuck here with the traitors then why not be with Yoongi? I've been through a lot, now is not the time to overthink and doubt.

Pressing the speed dial down, I waited for his name to auto-populate on my screen.