"It's just a joke Yoongi-Ah!"
Yoongi sputtered as his 'friend' yanked him up from underneath the water's surface by his hair, his scalp and lungs burning as he breathed in the oxygen he had been deprived of a few moments before.
His head was dunked underneath the surface once more, trying to catch another breath too late and inhaling a hearty amount of the water he was surrounded in. The salt in the water stung and burned in every way possible, Yoongi letting out a strangled cry that was muffled by the water. He thrashed his arms attempting to claw at his attacker and free himself from their grip.
But to no avail.
His attempts became weaker, beginning to feel lightheaded from the lag of oxygen. Due to instinct, he breathed in once more, lungs burning as more water filled them. He coughed, bubbles floating up to the surface. Yoongi could feel his eyes drooping, his limbs beginning to feel a lot heavier than before.
He allowed them to close, realizing quickly that he wasn't going to win.
He succumbed to the darkness, the lasts remnants of his breath floating to the surface and disappearing.
"Yoongi? Are you alright?"
Yoongi's eyes flew open and he brought a hand to his face, sighing when he felt that it was wet with tears. Spirits don't necessarily need to sleep, but Yoongi and many others will do so just to pass time.
If they're lucky they'll experience a dream.
If they're not, they'll get a nightmare. Usually a replay of the moment they died.
Yoongi looked up at the worried face of a spirit named Mingyu. He and Yoongi weren't extremely close, but they've shared a few laughs and will talk from time to time.
"I-I'm fine." He sighed, Mingyu sitting down on the floor next to him.
"Did you dream of the day that-" Yoongi cut him off with a nod. No matter how many times he re-watched the moment when he slept (which was many times) he still wouldn't hesitate to affect him. He tried to keep a strong front around the other spirits, acting as if he didn't care talking about his death. He was always glad they never asked for details, as he knew that he'd choke up if he had to tell them that his own friend took his life.
He acted as if it was old news when he first met Jimin, not wanting to scare the new spirit into thinking that now he was doomed to a life of sadness.
"Are you alright now?" Mingyu asked, pulling his sweater sleeve over his hand and leaning over to wipe the tears off of his Hyung's face. Although they weren't as close as he and Mark were (Mark being the only to know all of the details of Yoongi's death), Mingyu had experienced Yoongi in tears quite a few times; which wasn't something he let the other spirits see.
He was kind of like a grandpa here, he was one of the oldest spirits (In terms of how long they've been dead, Yoongi was only twenty three when he died), therefore they all kind of looked up to him, so he didn't want to show weakness around them.
It was a pride thing.
"Yeah, I'm okay now. Thanks." Yoongi smiled, ruffling the silvery blue hair atop the other spirit's head. Mingyu smiled and pulled Yoongi into a hug, the older chuckling and patting his back before they pulled away.
"Mingyu?" Yoongi smiled knowingly at the voice they both heard, pushing the other lightly.
"That's Wonwoo. You better get going then."
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"Jimin I'm going out."
"Well isn't that cool? Guess I'm going too then."
