Wherein Jung Hoseok finds himself trapped by dark hazel eyes that tend to keep him confined to the foundation of the hospital, making sure he felt every thrill of Min Yoongi's mystery and making him feel like he was a wanderer, with no aim in mind...
So much purple, purple in the shades of violet, lilac, indigo, a darker shade, but all leading back to the same source: purple. They blended together in front of his eyes, clouding his vision of everything before him. But the colours didn't block his sight, they were merely reflections of the light above him, a neon sign that read "Laundromat".
He supposed trusting the blonde haired boy who entered swiftly after him wasn't the best idea, for he found himself against a wall, pinned by some strange force and a golden chain with a circular clock face dangling on the end of it. Something invaded his head, his mind, ridding it of all thoughts and for a second, he thought he was in some safe place where thoughts were illegal to have and blankness was a state of mind. Then, the words toggled.
I'm going to count to three and click my fingers, and you're going to go to the police station and admit what you did. You killed them, Yoongi. You killed your family. Everyone you loved. You didn't meet me, you didn't see me.
Pure white font against a black background, shaking words in his head, his eyes trained on the clock in front of him. His sight was still tainted by light, the fading glow shining down on them from the same sign as they stood face to face in the alley, unnoticed by people. The dead quiet of midnight sat between them, untouched, the spinning of the washing machine Yoongi had paid for making soft grumbling sounds from inside the laundromat.
He wanted to say something, to break from whatever daze he was caught in. He wanted to protest and say that no, he wouldn't allow himself to be tricked by a man of unreal features and his golden chain, but he just...couldn't move. His eyes followed the swaying of the white-faced clock, its golden glittering in the dark.
Yoongi had never seen it before, the person, the clock, the laundromat, anything before he saw the blinding lights of the police station and before he was getting dragged away by forceful arms pulling him into a metal cage. He felt his hands get in contact with a matte surface, smooth in his hands. The blonde man had shoved something into his hands, and though he couldn't tilt his head down to observe it, he was pretty sure it was a knife.
He heard faint counting.
One.
Yoongi wanted to disappear, teleport or something.
Two.
His clothes inside the laundromat were the last of his concerns, though he was quite sure he wouldn't need them anymore.
Three.
Then he remembered the face as the one he saw in the hospital, in the east wing or something. Hoseok's friend Taehyung.
And then there was a snap.
His current thoughts were mixed with that of himself at that time, mixing, mixing, disappearing. The only remnants of his mind were left behind in that alley, as he carried his empty head and knife out of the lane. Yoongi could feel himself in his own void skin, though he only knew what happened after he turned himself in. But he didn't kill anyone.
He actually didn't kill anyone.
The whirring of the washing machine became louder as he walked more, then he saw that sight he always saw in his dreams. The sight that was a small fraction of whatever happened that night. The purple light getting brighter and darker as he walked past the storefront of the laundromat, as he looked down to glance at the object glinting in his hands, a knife. A knife with dark red liquid smeared at the end of it.
It had been raining before Yoongi stepped into the laundromat, and his shoes squelched as he took steps upon the puddles on the floor. He could feel his ankles getting splashed by murky water, the cold in contact with the small spot of skin his jeans failed to cover.
He was stupid, really, for allowing himself to trust the blonde man when he said that he had seen someone getting burgled outside and needed help apprehending the attacker, but he couldn't bring himself to blame his own heart, because it was what anyone would've done. He didn't expect himself to get pinned against a wall and hypnotised, for god's sake.
The light changed in colour, from dark purple to a lighter purple as he walked further away from the laundromat. White light came into view, the windows of the police station allowing a sight into the desks and rooms inside the place. Tainted with the blue of uniforms, the station didn't seem too menacing.
But oh joy, Yoongi never realised how menacing the most innocent of things were until he was being handcuffed by police officers after admitting to something he hadn't even done.
And then the cold metal of the cuffs felt all too real, him realising that it was time he left the headspace, that it was time he woke up to tell his hazel-eyed doctor about whatever he had seen, though he wasn't quite sure he would be trusted.
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hi I stole this from pinterest + this book is ending soon sigh
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