dark side + yoonseok

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chapter two ; yoongi's dream

yoongi entered the dreaming state at precisely three in the morning. his dreaming eyes opened to a familiar room that day, liking the atmosphere. it was a purple room with purple couches, purple vases, purple tables, purple carpets, and purple clothes. he himself sat on a purple couch across from the boy who had been in his dreams since he was a young boy at the ripe age of five. 

"hi, namjoon," yoongi sighed, re-positioning himself to lay down on the couch whilst he hugged a pillow. 

the tall, skinny boy choked a little on his tea from surprise. a little wet stain appeared on the upper part of his purple turtleneck and on his coat. "yoongi, you scared me!" 

yoongi grinned. "shouldn't you expect it by now? every day for ten years i always appeared here at three am." 

namjoon threw a grape in his direction. "yeah, yeah." his warm brown eyes landed on a fallen chess piece. "i won the chess match today." 

yoongi chuckled. "is taehyung stuck in the orange room?" 

namjoon shook his head. "jinyoung booked the orange room for jaebum today. taehyung's stuck in the white room. it's actually funny, because the white room only has white chocolate and a wide variety of white cheese." 

yoongi nodded. "ah okay." 

namjoon raised a brow. "you seem a little out of it. did something happen today?"

"i asked hoseok how he could always be so happy. no one can be happy forever, you know?" yoongi explained to him. his eyes were fixated on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. "i just found it weird how he never even seemed upset."

i'm sorry i couldn't tell you earlier, but yoongi was not what he seemed. no one could be constantly upset forever. there needed to be a time to show other positive emotions, and yoongi only felt comfortable sharing them with namjoon. namjoon had known yoongi for i don't even know how many years. yoongi's secret-keeper was namjoon. he never told a lie to namjoon, ever. 

namjoon nodded. "i told you that he seemed a little weird from the start," he chirped and popped a purple grape into his mouth. 

"the thing that bothers me the most is his response," yoongi confessed. "he said that maybe i didn't see his dark side yet. it scared me." 

silence followed. 

yoongi observed the chandelier more closely. engraved in the beautiful pieces of crystal were words. he couldn't quite make out what they spelled, but his eyebrows furrowed. he had never seen them before. 

the silence ensued. 

yoongi rolled on his side and watched namjoon struggle to open a wrapper for a purple candy. namjoon seemed fidgety, as if he were trying to solve a crime. his eyes flickered from the floor to the chandelier to the food. his leg bounced up and down. 

namjoon ceased his effort to try and open the candy wrapper. his eyes bore into yoongi's own eyes. "yoongi, do you want to know a phrase that us dream people were taught?" 

"yeah, sure." 

"the elders told us that you can't trust-" 

yoongi shot awake in bed, his hair damp against his forehead. he let out a sigh as he got out of bed. 

"what was he going to say?"

[ edited 06182018 ]