W.I.N.G.S.

Goodnight

"And tonight I'll fall asleep with you in my heart."

"YOONGI!" I screamed as the images of a dead Yoongi faded into reality.

"Jimin, What happened... are you ok?" Lauren instantly sat up, ready and alert looking around and holding me behind her.

"Baby, I'm ok." I took a deep breath feeling awful that I woke her up, and leaning in behind her ear leaving a soft kiss on her soft sweet skin.

She looked back, and instantly kicked into nurse mode, "Oh my gosh you're sweating excessively. Do you have a fever? Here let me check."

I felt her hand rest on my forehead, and that's when I finally realized I had sweated through my shirt, and all over the bed sheets. I was also visibly shaking, and the sinking feeling in my heart finally settled in. Something was off. Something wasn't right.

"Jimin, are you ok?"

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"Jimin, are you ok?" the familiar voice of a deep angel rang against the walls of the room I assumed was mine.

I sat cradled in a small tight ball on the furthest corner of my room shaking. What day was it? The taste of metal had become so familiar in my mouth, that I forgot whether it was actually blood, or just the awful memory of it.

"Jimin, what did they do to you?" the same deep voice sounded again closer to my small frail body, and instantly I flinched away.

A large warm hand rested against my shaking body, and I felt myself break apart. I shook uncontrollably feeling the tears run down my face. They had dried out a few days ago, but it was like they had replenished themselves, and were back to stay.

I was a trembling mess, and the arms that were being wrapped around me were the only anchors in my life right now, and so with the last sliver of trust in me I leaned into the unknown figure, and allowed this figure to comfort me.

"Shhhh I'm here now. I'm here. Let it all out, and then we can talk." the familiar, warm voice cooed into my ear, and for the first time in months, I felt open.

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"Nam Joon... Something isn't right. Something happened to yoongi. I-I Know I don't have any evidence but please tell Xenya to check on him. Please I need you to do that for me, and tell me if he's ok. I need to know if he's ok." I sat in the middle of my room waiting, listening for the sound of movement, a breath, anything.

"We had no choice Jimin... I'm so sorry." He started, and with just those few words I knew that my worst fears had come true.

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"Here, let me tie this around your eyes. Then no one can see it just how you want it." Yoongi mumbled while stepping behind my kneeling figure.

I felt him carefully place the satin fabric against my soft skin. I felt him wrap the long fabric around to the back of my head, and his finger rake against my hair, flattening it down so he can tie the fabric nicely behind my head. The soft feeling of his hands in my hair caused a small chill to spread down my body.

"Y-y-yoongi can you... nevermind" I started, but felt shy and instantly cut myself off.

"What is it Jimin?" His deep voice reached my hungry ears, and melted to his question.

"Nothing... I'm cold. You should go back to her room. I'm just going to lay down. Please help me to my bed?" I felt myself realize just how silly of a request it was to ask yoongi to comb through my hair.

I heard him hum a yes, before taking a firm hold of my arm and helping me up and guiding me to my bed. I reached a hand out, and felt the fabric of my bed ruffle as I slowly lay myself down. My head hit the sad excuse of a pillow, and the feeling of Yoongi's hand left my arm. I was cold again.

I had become used to the dark, but every time Yoongi left me it always seemed just a bit darker without him beside me helping me. He might be her pet, but to me he was my anchor. His scent would often fill the whole room, and would drive me crazy. The sounds of his breath, and his soft moans from pain that the evil bitch would cause him.

"Jimin... Please don't make me go back. It's so dark and cold in that room. Let me lay beside you for a while. You don't have to hold me. I won't move or even breath. Just don't make me go back." Yoongi pleaded with a voice I had never heard come from such a calm stable person.

I turned towards the direction the voice came from and nodded my head moving over, making as much space as I could on such a small bed. I felt him crawl into the space beside me, and the mattress dip causing my body to roll over a little towards him. He had placed himself underneath the thin blanket, and suddenly the temperature in my body rose to unsafe levels.

His body laid still beside mine, and the sudden crave to wrap my arm around his chest and falling into the space right beside his warm body, was coming almost impossible to resist. Time felt as if it had stopped, but the beating in my heart kept me in check, yet drove me insane.

Was he awake?

Could he hear my erratic heart?

Instantly my breath and heart came to a stop when I felt the body beside me shift, and an arm wrapped around my body bringing me in closer to the chest I was craving so much to touch.

I was now laying on Yoongi's chest, and he was holding me there tight against him. Our breaths became one, and my heart seemed to calm down as a warm long awaited darkness overtook me and entered me into a world of sleep.

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"Here take this. Take a bite, and let go of all of your pains. He will be here tonight, and by tomorrow morning you'll be with him." NamJoon instructed while handing me the smooth round object.

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"Yoongi, I hate being here." I said into the complete silence that coated the room.

"Jimin.... Do you hate me?" I lifted my head off the comfortable chest I was lying on while tilting my head towards the person's voice.

"Yoongi you're the only light I see, and the only face I remember. If I can take anything with me into the afterlight, it would be you." I finished with fingers clenching the rough fabric of Yoongi's shirt.

A soft pressure was pressed against my plump lips. I felt it. Yoongi's chapped shaky lips pressed firmly against mine. I felt his large rough hand reach up to my neck and held me firmly there. His hungry lips moved against mine ever so softly. The sour taste of metal I hated so much filled my mouth, but mixed with the unique flavor that was his, and it's never tasted so good.

Addicting, is the only world I could use to describe the way his lips felt pressed to mine, but in that moment it took for me to realize what he were doing he was off my lips and laying back down as if nothing had happened leaving but a ghost behind to haunt me.

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I took the apple in my hands, and with the thought of my one true desire in mind, I took a bite. I sat in the middle of my room, and after some time I heard heavy footsteps hitting against the concrete. With the heavy foot steps came the unsettling sound of dragging. This person was dragging something large, and for a second fear hit me, but with a breath I let it go.

"I'm here for you angel." A deep voice broke the thick silence of the room.

I turned my head towards where my hands rested on my lap. I took a breath. I said my goodbye. Then I said goodnight.