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"GET AWAY, GO!" Yoongi was screaming as he hugged his knees to his chest, a crying mess in the corner of Ms. Reum's office. "Please I just – I can't do this! Please, I don't want them to die!"

"Hyejin." Ms. Reum shot the young girl a look, and she nodded, immediately rushing off to get a class of water and a cold towel. The woman carefully approached Yoongi, crouching down slowly in front of him. Cautiously, she reached out a hand to his shoulder, but instantly pulled back when he flinched. "Yoongi... What happened to you?"

All Yoongi could do was cry. Cry, with his head between his knees and his arms covering whatever light was seeping through. He was shaking like a leaf, left in total and complete shock from everything that had happened when he was asleep. "Jungkook, Jungkook please no - not Taehyung, or my happy Jimin. Not Hoseok, the only hope in my life, please not Namjoon and please to god no not my beautiful Jin." He mumbled, repeatedly whispering all his friends names. He couldn't get the images out of his head - the image of all his dead friends laid out in front of him. And he was laughing. The voice was laughing at him, laughing at how absolutely pathetic and weak he was.

Yoongi wanted it to end. All he wanted was for it to be over.

"Yoongi?" Ms. Reum tried again.

The frightened boy lifted his head, still shaking as if he was out in the cold with nothing but his underwear on. He looked at her dead in the eye, a single tear falling down his cheek.

"Please. I'll die if it's to save them."

"That's right, Yoongi. Keep telling her that. Tell her until she believes it, just like you."

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