two days.
two days was what it took to break yoongi.
yoongi had flung his phone at the wall, shattering its screen- what use was the phone when the people he needed didnt want to contact him?
139 calls, 64 voice-mails, and 79 messages.
jimin never picked up any or responded to them on the first day. the next day, yoongi found jimin's phone to be off, his calls not going through and his messages remaining undelivered.
he flipped himself off his back and onto his side, burying his face in his pillow as hot tears streamed down his face. he screamed, biting into his pillow to muffle the sound.
his screaming soon stopped when he felt his chest tighten. it was like an invisible hand had clasped itself over his mouth and an equally ghostly hypodermic of adrenaline pierced his heart, causing him to fall to the floor, clutching his chest. his heart felt like it was going to explode, and he could feel his ribs heaving as if they were bound by ropes, straining to inflate his lungs. his head was a carousel of fears spinning out of control, each one pushing his mind into blackness. he wanted to run; but he remained frozen, unable to bat away the feeling of anxiety. sounds that were near felt far away, as if he was no longer in the body that lay paralyzed on the floor.
he let out a painful shout, which reduced to quiet sobs as his mind slipped into a world darkness, breathing all wrong, beginning to gasp like there wasnt enough oxygen in the air.
"i shouldnt have told him," he thought to himself, "then maybe he wouldn't have left me."
his mind felt like there was some sort of presence that laid like deep ocean currents, invisible, but could surface, with sudden brutal ferocity, sweeping him away in engulfing despair, with no time to think- surrender or fight, drown or swim? and after a long tug-of-war game between these decisions, these currents were hidden once more, buried, dormant, stirring the depths with malevolent force.
yoongi fell into deep sleep.
when he woke up- he had lost track of time, staring unblinkingly at the curtain, as rays of light pierced through, lighting the room dimly.
when he woke up- he had lost himself.
when he woke up- he had lost his memory.
