Music Room | M. Yoongi

24

september ?, 20?? ; ??:?? ??

third person's p.o.v.

min yoongi feels as if his body is floating into nothingness.

everything around him is eerily silent, just a constant sound of nothingness — it almost make his ears ring, however, despite the tranquility, the feeling of something sinister lurks somewhere else that makes him feel as if his heart had been caught up in his throat. the very thing that made him relive the nightmare he had tried to forget back then, however by this point, yoongi doesn't even bother to think of any logic behind whatever has been happening. doesn't even bother to think about what it is — what the threat is, threat that is after him, hana, and minsook.

hana and minsook whom he has no idea if they're even safe right now.

but yoongi's started to feel exhausted. exhausted for running away, exhausted for always getting tangled in the web of horror that, somehow, always finds a way to creep back in their lives.

exhausted of living in fear.

his ears picks up something. the sound of something faint.

the sound of something familiar.

somewhere within the distance, a voice calls, yoongi can't properly recognize to who the voice belongs to, but he has a feeling that whoever it is, they're calling — crying — out for him.

"ung... yung!... hyung!!..." the voice calls out continuously like a mantra.

and then, he feels as if his lungs burn like oxygen starts seeping away from him. yoongi's body started to convulse, his head pounding, his ears ringing. yoongi started to struggle.

suddenly, the surroundings that first appeared to be a large void fades into something crowded. something noisy. yoongi feels suffocated.

and then suddenly, he feels as if his body is falling.

yoongi shuts awake. his breath fast and rigid that it catches up to his throat.

he rolls over, knees and forehead on the ground while his hand clutches his chest. he belatedly notices it, but min yoongi feels someone steady him up, strong hands holding his shoulders to prevent him from possibly falling over.

"i got you, hyung."

yoongi freezes.

and that's when the memory before he blacked out came rushing in his head.

he doesn't even look at the person beside him, but before yoongi could even properly register his actions, he felt his body act up on his own. he feels his fist connect to the latter's cheek.

he once again throw another punch, yoongi doesn't even care if his hits land or not, he just throw fist after fist and let himself go berserk, and before he knew it, he's holding the person by collar as he pin the latter down onto the floor.

yoongi sees his brother's face, and then yoongi sees red.

exhausted and stressed, yoongi failed to act and think rationally, and before he knew it, he's shouting, his voice full of rage.

"couldn't you just stay dead?!" he shouts, his throat hurting instantly, but yoongi couldn't careless.

his fists are shaking — no, his whole body is. normally, he would've been happy seeing jeongguk again, but everything right now is far from normal, and jeongguk isn't even supposed to be here.

yoongi feels lightheaded, he feels like he would go insane any minute by now.

his frustration only doubled up when he sees jeongguk's eyes, eyes that hold such sadness and guilt as he's being pinned on the ground, not fighting back.