*Taehyung's POV*
Burnt. Everything it burnt. Fire cracks and burns as smoke fills my lungs. But it doesn't stop me from breathing, it helps me. I expands my lungs, then contracts then. It feels beautiful. The heat from the fire doesn't effect me either, no, my skin is covered in it. It feels warm and soothing. i open my eyes finally and lift my hands to look at them. They are burning bright with fire, but not getting burnt. I look around me and only see blackness.
"Taehyung . . ." Someone whispers. i slowly sit up and listen.
"Yes? Hello?" I ask.
"Taehyung . . . please." They whisper slightly louder. Frown as something grabs my head and slams my head into the ground. i gasp and everything fades again.
i gasp as i sit up. My hand goes to my chest and i catch my breath. I take check of my body and make sure nothings missing. i realize nothing even hurts, my whole body feels amazing. There's not a sore part in my body. I look around the room and see that it is dark and quiet. I slowly stand, the blanket that was on my naked body now falls to the floor. I walk to the closet and grab a pair of boxers, the only thing that will fit me. Then i walk to the doo adn go out, making my way to the living room of Yoongi's apartment. He sits there on the couch, a blank look on his face as he spaces out. I walk towards him and stop in front of him.
"Yoongi." I say, but my voice is hoarse so it comes out as a whisper. He jumps none the less and looks at me. He smiles and tackles me into a hug.
"Am i dreaming? Are you actually here?" He asks. I frown and push him back.
"What? No. It's me, hyung." Yoongi inspects my face and his eyes widen.
"What the hell? This is a dream. I'm fucking dreaming." He says, unbelieving. He runs to the room i was in, i follow closely behind. I watch as he tears the bed apart, then the closet. i frown.
"Yoongi, what's going on?" I ask. He looks at me.
"We-I am crazy. I'm hallucinating. Was your death too much? Oh god. Did i kill myself? Oh my god! Taehyung, am i dead?" He asks. I slowly shake my head.
"No . . . no. i dont think so." I say. Yoongi grabs a phone and dials a number, then puts it to his ear. i frown.
"Hello. Yes, it's me . . . yeah. Just one . . . you're still an asshole . . . ok, bye." Yoongi says to the other person, my frown deepens.
"Who was that?" I ask. Yoongi looks back at me and starts freaking out again.
In the end, it took two hours for him to calm down. He ran around, called people, even Jimin. Only to tell him he was going to kill him. Now, he lays under me on the floor, his back up as he listens to calming music. And as i sit on him, his fingers running small circles on my leg.
There are two reasons i am sitting on the water master. One; because he was going crazy and didn't look like he was going to stop anytime soon. I grabbed him adn shoves him to the ground. Two; because he was going to leave the apartment and beat up Jimin or something. I couldnt let Yoongi kill himself like that.
"What did you mean when you said i was dead?" I ask after a while. I dont want being weird again.
"You died a week ago, i didnt know what to do so i left you there. Your heart stopped, same with your chest. I aw how hard you hit the ground, my water taking a little of the fall." he says. i frown.
"Jimin shot me. He tired to kill me." i say. Yoongi rubs his face.
"We'll get him back."
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