My arms stung. The feeling of fabric brushing against fresh wounds. There were multiple cuts. Cuts on my hands. The fabric is sticky now.
My throat is killing me. Raw and sore. The water tastes weird.
My head is pounding, eyesight getting darker and vision spinning. Someone sounds distressed.
My skin feels cold. It is brushing against the fresh air of nature and its grass and flowers.
My chest feels tight. There is a faint ring in the background as I flail around, thrashing. There was a groan of pain and the hold on my waist was gone. I sat up, holding my head. It was pounding.
"(Y/n)," the person groaned in pain once again. "I think you broke my nose." Even though it was weak, there was a tone of amusement in their voice.
"Huh?" I looked back and at the person. Just as the phone went off again.
He had black hair, fluffed up, and was holding his pale nose with his equally as pale hands- Yoongi! Right. My boyfriend...
"S-sorry," I feel the pressure on my chest and stinging in my hands fade, like a simple... memory.
"Hey, it's all cool. Just a nightmare, I suppose," Yoongi laid back down, practically sleeping again. "D- don't stay up too l- late," he murmured in between yawns.
I nodded, hesitantly curling my fingers with his. He smiled, and squeezed by hand.
A third ring came. I looked to the side. On the table was my phone, glowing in the darkness.
Yeahon
Answer) (Decline
Panic rose in my chest again as I stared at the softly ringing box. It turned black and I felt a slight relief before it glew again.
I hurriedly picked it up, putting it to my ear and bitting my thumb.
"Where are you, young lady? You realize you've been fired, and now you've ran away?" The grumpy old lady wheezed, screamed.
"I- I'm with my brother," I took my thumb out of my strong teeth and looked towards Yoongi. "And getting fired is n- none of your concern. It is only for my r-real family to concern about."
"I am your real family. If those idiots cared, don't you think they would've tried to find a cure to that poison?" She snapped at me.
"Who cares? You are not my guardian anymore," I hissed, grabbing Yoongi's hand again. He reacted quickly; waking slightly and intertwining our fingers again.
Yeahon never responded, also hanging up. I stared at my phone still as Yoongi wrapped his other arm around my torso, forcing me to lay down with him.
"Go back to sleep. Tomorrow we have a busy day," He breathed into my ear, bringing our locked hands to rest on my stomach so he was completely spooning me. "No matter what I do..." he trailed off into a deep sigh.
An incomplete promise. I stared at my phone, waiting for the devil to call me again to rant. Next, my eyes trailed to a body in the bed next to mine- well, mine and Yoongi's. Miihe.
Simple ballet music played as we went over our routine. The rose haired young adult leaped, getting caught by our only male dancer. He spun her around before she leaped out of his arms. Next was my turn, I went to leap before someone crashed into me, making me crash to Miihe. We squealed before we landed with a sickening thud.
Her ankle caught my fall, for I had sat up just fine. Miihe, on the other hand, was crying silently, little whimpers escaping now and then.
"O-m-g, (Y/n)! Why did you take poor Miihe with you?! Our dear star dancer? Jealous?" A girl with raven locks sneered, acting worried. Acting.
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Friend | m.yg
Fanfiction*Sequel to Sister* (Y/n) was poisoned and died, but she didn't die, did she? Yoongi helps his girlfriend get her memory back and finds out what happened to her... and how's she's alive.
