bucket list | min.yg [ghost pt.2] DISCONTINUED

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Yoongi's POV

"What do you think, Min Yoongi?" He stood slightly above where I stood, the distance between us giving me a blurry vision of his face. His voice was familiar, like someone from a dream I'd had in the past. He was tall and slim but oozed calmness.

"Why?" It was all I could spit out in my temporary paralysis. It felt like that time when I was little and ate a handful of saltines, my throats and mouth begging for relief of some sort.

I didn't look into his eyes which were hidden from me by the cast of a dark shadow across his face, but the stare I'd given him was full of confusion and desperation. I couldn't tell if he'd seen my eyes unlike I'd seen his. "You should know better than anyone that all good things must come to an end, Min Yoongi." He said.

"But why so soon? Why me? Why do I-"

"Yoongi!" In an instant, I was pulled into darkness yet my eyes fluttered open, my body being shook slightly. It took a moment to register what was going on, but I sighed in relief when I saw the faint silhouette of Nari next to me, her small hands gripping my shoulders.

"Yoongi, are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?" She whispered. I felt cold, so extremely cold, and moved to take Nari's hand. Holding it felt like I'd put a blanket over my feet that had been stuck out of the blanket throughout a chilly night, and didn't know why in hell I was so sensitive then.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." Though my heart hadn't stopped it's fast beating, I went back to lay face up, taking deep breaths in and out. I tried to focus on Nari's hand around mine and my lame attempt at calming my ragged breathing.

"You were mumbling and shaking a lot, I got worried..." Though not physically, my heart softened at her words, my grip on her hand tightening. Her words instantly made my breathing return to a semi-rhythmic pace and I sighed.

"You were worried?" With a bit of tease in my already sleepy voice I queried her.

"Of course..." Nari never failed to make me smirk. I swear every time she'd confess something to me or compliment me, I just smirked before anything. She was so cute, the way her voice faltered in some sorta way every time.

"I'm glad I have someone to worry about me..." I closed my eyes in the dark, a strange feeling sinking me down further into the bed. It was a mentality I was too familiar with, one where my mind closed in on me, the link between life and death so thin. My body would sink into whatever was left beneath me and for a split second I heard a voice, deep in my brain.

Me too. It said.

In an instant, the weight on my body vanished, the only weight on me, Nari's small hand.

"Try to go to sleep again," she whispered. I nodded and sighed, moving onto my side while pulling her into my chest. My arm draped over her slim waist and I hugged her from behind, reminding myself that she was there.

She was like a childhood blanket you couldn't even think of letting go. Having it would make you feel safe and familiar, yet I'd already lived a life without Nari, she was that baby blanket or first teddy bear I got in my second life. I couldn't let go of her, even in the soft sheets of our bed.

My eyes went drowsy as the seconds passed and I placed one of those sloppy kisses I knew Nari went crazy over on the back of her neck. "Goodnight Nari."

"Goodnight Yoongi."

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I hadn't seen Nari all morning, when I woke up her absence hitting me in the face like a wet towel. I was a little disappointed that she'd left for work without me but also grateful to be able to sleep in.

I turned my head to the side, the plush pillow smoothing across my cheek, and squinted as the sun rays draped the curtains in irony, their white glow making the soft material shine. The sun reminded me of Nari, warm against my skin and sometimes hard on the eyes. At times, I had to blink when I looked at Nari, the sight of her, who was mine, hard to see clarity of and believe. How'd I get so lucky?

The moment was short lived and I rolled onto my back. My hand felt numb and I wondered if I'd slept on it funny, examining it and the bed creases enlaced on my skin. I stared for a moment, but felt myself jolt back in confusion as I couldn't see it, my hand.

"What the..." I blinked over and over, and as soon as it had disappeared, it returned in all of its flesh and perfect Nari-holding glory.

Maybe I was still drunk with sleep or dizzy from turning over. Although my attempt to cover up what I'd seen had basically failed and I ended up staring blankly at the sheets beneath me.

What was that...

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A/N: I just finished watching a 3 fucking hour documentary and I literally was going to post this three days ago but I couldn't till I found the perfect photo to put in the media but couldn't make y'all wait any longer so I fuckD the photo omg