Wide Awake - The Story Untold | BTS ff

He who captured the voice

A/N
And a warm welcome to this 7th part that will take us a bit further into the mystery of the Omelas and the boys lost in time. Maybe we need some answers, let's see if there will be some today! I hope you will enjoy this chapter!

Authors pov. Bangtans gathering

It was the first time since Omelas that they could be together and really talk.
They had a place that was theirs, well, as far as they knew, anyway.
Seokjin had , together with Yoongi, prepared a festive dinner. They had learned to demand food they loved and gotten used to that it was delivered by their door.
They were also by now rather fed up with the daily message: "soon, you will come outside soon. "
Namjoon tried his best to keep them above the waterline. Encouraging and constantly speaking to them about worries, memories, flashbacks. Seokjin had decided to be the lightgiver that Hoseok used to be......Hoseok. Nobody dared mentioning his name.
Especially not around Yoongi. But he wasn't the only one upset about the loss of Hope, Jimin cried most nights.

They had their meal, praised the chefs and had a rather good time. After dessert, a splendid patbingsu, they leaned back, chattering happily . Almost like before. The only thing they were reluctant to bring up was the fact that they didn't really know who they were and how they ended up in space after 65 years of deep sleep. They all thought about it. Constantly. But their backwards thinking little cute brother had had enough.
- It's like the magicians box
Taehyung's voice brought silence over them all.
- How so, Tae?
- They go in, he closes the curtain and they're gone.
This rather typical Taehyung interpretation of how things are, set their minds going. But not as much as his next announcement.
- He has his voice. He knows his voice.

In a split second the 5 young men stood up in agitation and looked at Taehyung, sitting crouching over his half empty bowl. Yoongi spoke first, softly putting his hand on Taehyung's shivering back.
- You mean Hoseoks voice, don't you?
Taehyung nodded fiercely, eyes fixed on Yoongi. The others gasped but didn't speak.
Yoongi could reach through the language barrier that sometimes made Taehyung a foreigner among his own kind.
- Who had his voice, Taehyungie?
- The none person, I was there.
They looked at each other with a mixture of bewilderment and horror. The feeling of being locked in by enemies started to gain space in their hearts.
- I felt warm hearing it . The none person did not. He doesn't feel.

Jimins pov.

It was the day after their dinner. Jimin had spent a lot of time with Taehyung . Sleeping in his room, he felt so desperately lonely. Bit by bit the memories came back to them.
He realized that he hated loneliness. He also knew now that he and Hoseok were roommates. The name Hope flashed by, not only in his mind, in the others too.
Sugahyung would know, but he didn't want to ask him. Yoongi was in a way so deeply troubled by all this, even deeper than him.
Taehyung had slept better after that dinner, he had spoken what had burdened him. Most of it. Not all. Jimin knew because he talked in his sleep.
Taehyung said Jimin did that too. Jimin thought those nightmares he had was the issue.
But they had changed. At first the dreams were mostly about the kryotubes but now,
he constantly ran through darkness and high pitched alarmsignals. He held someone's hand, there was fear and shouting everywhere.

At once it stopped and he stood hunched behind a velvet curtain. Through it he saw thousands of lights. Like bright dots. Suddenly the ground shook and he could feel his heart pounding like mad, he was pushed through the curtain and the lights blinded him, the thunderous sound grew stronger and stronger and he heard people screaming....
only....he wasn't afraid. He looked back and saw Hoseoks smiling face.
Just when he started to walk Hoseok was torn away, back through the curtain, screaming with fear.The warm feeling he experienced turned to ice and he woke up crying. Taehyung knew, so he was often there.

- What happened to us Jimin-ssi? We were and then we were not and so we were again. Like the magic box. A magic shop were you go in and leave a token and get a life.
We got a life. But the magic box is empty . Where are we? Where is this Life?
Jimin watched him as he sat with his feet resting on Jimins legs.
- I don't know Tae, I'm so tired of this: soon. But I have these feelings, like my body remembers what I can't. In the gym, I don't use the machines so much. I....dance.
- I dance too. But I need to come outside. Jinhyung is working like mad on those machines, he says his body wants to go walking. All he can do is use the treadmill with the video player.
Jimin looked down on Taes long, bony feet and his own smaller ones. He thought that Taehyung was right. What life was this?
One thing was perhaps going to change. The staff had told them that Christmas was approaching and it would mean something nice. How nice can that be?

Yoongis pov. Secret messeges.

First time it happened he thought it was a mistake. They didn't have any cell phones, but one personal channel each. Not that they knew what to use it for, up til now there had only been alerts on new interviews and check-ups.
It could be used for text or voice. This one was text. He must have read it 100 times. His first personal message since.......he could remember, vaguely, his texts from Hoseok. There used to be lots of them and he.....he was no good with texting. Hope was better. A real chatterbox but texting he was more serious and matter of fact.
He couldn't really remember why he knew all this, had they known eachother long?
He thought so. He'd known all of them long and he loved them. But.....how?

He scrolled his list of text messages. There it was, the first one:
"Dear Yoongi ajeoshi."
Ajeoshi!!!!!!??? What the .....he flinched at the honorific.
But at the same time he knew now what he had noticed, this woman had Korean blood in her.
" I'm not supposed to take contact with any of you, but I disobey stupid rules.
I just wanted to know that you are okey. I guess you all have nightmares, and a lot of questions . I wish I knew more. As soon as it's possible, I'll come and visit. Would that be appropriate?"

Yoongi chuckled. There had been quite a few texts since that first one. His own wasn't all that informative but it helped breaking the mist gathering in his brain.
He had began writing more than texts.  Dribbling. Ranting. One line and again one more. He shaped them after a beat. It felt familiar and made him relaxed. Holly was coming over today, he was quite exited about It. But she wouldn't enter the dorm, like that pabo Holler.
They had a visitors quarter, well monitored but Jungkook had spent hours finding the hidden devices.
They did all they could to make him happy. Yoongi loved them all, but he missed that crazy fool. I'm your Angel, I'm your hope, I'm Jhope.
Hope, that's what they all needed. He strolled nervously up and down, she was late. Or no? Shit!
The sliding doors opened without a sound. There she was, the rather slim , young woman with kind, almond shaped eyes and a determined chin. She smiled at him and greeted him with a deep bow.
- Ajeoshi.
Goddamn it, he had to make her stop saying that.
- We need to talk,things are going to change real soon, you need to be prepared.
And also, it's so good to see you !! Her eyes sparkled and Yoongi could feel hope returning in wave after wave of warmth inside. So familiar. She was so familiar.

A/N
So why is Holly back and why is she using honorific? Will there be a nice surprise for Christmas or is there something coming that they're not prepared for?
Taehyung holds some of the truth, but there is one who holds more.