little star | yoonmin

prologue

chapter one; prologue
yoongi's pov

I don't understand why. Why Park Jimin, the brightest human I have ever met, has suddenly burned out. His features have been worn down, speech dry and filled with emptiness. It just seems like he has no more purpose in life, a job I had wanted to fulfill, but never gained the strength to admit.

And his eyes. His beautiful, dangerous brown eyes that held me breathless every time. They were now a dull grey. There was no more shine, no more light.

He doesn't look at me anymore. Not the way I wish he would, not the way he did. He doesn't adore me the way I do him. But he used to.

I just want to know.

Why did Park Jimin, the boy I was slowly falling in love with day by day, leave me with a body that no longer held his soul?

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When I open my eyes, I see nothing but a blank surrounding of darkness. It seems sheer and glossy for some reason, colors twisting from black to dark navy. My feet are suspended over nothing yet they lie flat against a fake floor.

A strand of wind blows past my ears, whispering words that bring a chill to my spine.

You seem desperate.

I am. I don't want to be, but there's nothing worse than losing him.

"Who are you?" I shout to nobody. To the voice that has no gender yet is gravelly and deep. The tone comes from something mystical and anything but the norm.

The only thing that can help you in your situation.

This is not a dream. It is something more than just a series of memories or fiction that your brain plays as you slumber. Instead, I will give you a chance.

My breath hitches and I can't breathe. A chance? "Please!" My voice cracks. "Please help me." There is no answer.

I feel like shrinking. All of my hope is lost. They've already abandoned us, Jimin.

Small and shameful, I speak again, "Please help Jimin.

Take me back to a time when he was unharmed and perfect. Show me why he feels like every spark and beautiful flame was blown away until their ends drew to a close. Why there is nothing left but ash and lifeless smoke."

Silence fills the air along with slow passing winds, pushing my mint green strands into different positions.

If that is what you desire most, I will send you to the beginning of this story where you are given the ability to observe everything including Park Jimin's thoughts. You are not to interfere, only watch. By the end of the tale, you will return here.

Are you sure, Min Yoongi, that this is what you want?

Please.

Just let me know.

a/n:
explanation - yoongi fell asleep thinking about pjm and woke up in this place where boundaries of the impossible are nonexistent

but new story! i also sorta made yoongi a reader in this chap ["you are not to interfere, only watch" or read hehe] so i think i broke the fourth wall oops