Laundromat Machine

released

It was like a knockout, the light inside Yoongi's head was turned off.

Temporary.

he was in a haze, he was on invisble waves, emptiness, and darkness, it was black but yetthere was nothing, like his body was slowly decomposed and he could't really feel his whole body parts, more like a tingle that reached from his head down to his toe, it was everywhere somehow like a bitter aftertaste or a undertone swinign in one's voice.

Nothing, one, something, two-

He was like dreaming, he could feel things happen but once they've passed his mind they were gone and he heard nothing but his own voice counting until suddenly there was a peep, painfully making his skin get covered in goosebumps and let him finch, like flash was a wave of agony jolting through his body.

It woke up his muscles and slowly it seemed like the particles he felt slowly sticked together to stiff muscles, like a sudden pressure was on his whole body but the reliving wave of emptiness was still guiding him.

Yoongi was just about to come to his senses wen sudden images flashed inside his head.

He had been touched.

He remebered gentle hands roughly grabbing him and pushing him, beating him up and marks being left on his body, he remebered a voice that echoed through the back of his head but it didn't seem to want to run to the front. everything was vague, Yoongi felt a clutching pain in his chest as he imagines the pleasure but was hit by pain and use that made him feel distgusted.

He was being stained with blood, the blood of those that wanted to hurt no other than the boy that had laid a finger on him.

He couldn't recall, anything because he had forgotten about the feelings towards Namjoon, it was like he punched them out like the blood Yoongi had been spitting.

Another wave and with it another memory hit Yoongi, he could see a bunch of bunny teeth, and a mole below ones bottom lip, Yoongi didn't know who they belonged to, but it made him forget about the cold, moist and disgusting feeling that came along with the pain and the memories.

How did he end up here, he was wodering?

Wave after wave and every single one raised up the volium of Yoongi's surroundings, he heard voices, first muted, like when people fight in the room next to you and you just mute them by hiding your head under a pillow, but soon he felt like he could hear voices.

'He gets in trouble for somebody he loves.'

Love, it echoed through his head. Yoongi did not understand a single word even though he heard everything clearly. Love, it shoot through his head and he saw this face, it was like the person's names was written on their forehead.

Namjoon.

But was this what love was?

Yoongi was young and stupid, how could've he known what love was, at least his dad used to tell him such things, right this man that raised him. But he remebered a soft palm of a hand against his small one and a soothing voice that mumbled nursery rhymes to him in bad times and told him about love on warm mornings: ,,It doesn't matter who you love, as long as it feels right to you."

'And this person isn't you?'

Namjoon's name didn't seem right, even though it used to keep him warm, but now-

'If it was me, he wouldn't get in trouble.'

Yoongi felt his lungs ignite, pressure on top of him, like he was in a bath tub, trying to drown himself but now pulling up again, only that the water was violently pressing him down, a pair of hands was pushing him down and back, a voice yelled and when he opened his eyes he was sitting straight, soaked in cold sweat.

He remembered things that were meant to be forgotten, and he forgot about things that he thought needed to be remebered.

There was Jungkook, holding his hand and resting on the side of his bed.