The Dreamer {M.YG & J.JK}

Chapter One

Yoongi was told he had to go to therapy. At first, he was skeptical but then he thought he should when he absolutely didn't want to pick up his favourite instrument, the piano. There Yoongi sat, on a chair in a beige room with a fish tank in the wall.  There was no one else in the room besides one other person with brown hair.  The clock ticked as the mystery boy smiled while he started humming a tune. Yoongi was getting annoyed and the fish bubbles sank up.  Yoongi sighed and looked at the time on his watch, ten more minutes.  He was growing tired of the silent humming.  Yoongi had no idea what the stranger was humming but he wished desperately to have his earphones in. 

Someone opened the door and asked directly at him, "Min Yoongi?"  He nodded and stood up, "I'm Kim Namjoon, I'll be your therapist, for now, just wait inside and I'll be in there in a minute."  He nodded and Namjoon asked the stranger, "Jungkook, are you okay?"  Jungkook, as that's what his name is responded, "Oh yes, yesterday I went to buy a dog."  Namjoon responded, "alright, just take care of it."  And he left to go to Yoongi. 

"So, you're here because you are losing interest in everything and your friends are worried that you're becoming depressed again."  Yoongi nodded and Namjoon continued, "Alright, we should get to know each other before we go into the deep stuff, we already know our names is there something else you would like to add?"  Yoongi shrugged not knowing what to say and noticed his desk was neat with a glass of water on it.  Namjoon nodded, "I'll ask questions and we'll both answer." Yoongi nodded, and the sun was gleaming through a window, "What do you like to do?"  Yoongi thought, "I used to like to play piano and produce music, you?"  Namjoon nodded and responded, "I like to research new things and learn."  Yoongi nodded, "like what?"  Namjoon responded, "cultures and supernatural and all that, but this isn't about me." Namjoon took the water and drunk it before continuing, "what type of music do you make?"  Yoongi answered, "All types, depends on my mood, I guess." 

Yoongi grew acquainted with the room and Namjoon himself as well.  He walked outside his room and Jungkook wasn't there anymore. The humming stopped and he was glad. Jungkook also stole a pen on a table. Yoongi knew this because Jungkook was constantly looking at the pens, but Yoongi didn't really care. It was a pen and people can get more. He went outside to go home. The cars drove by and a bird had landed on a park bench overlooking the road.  Yoongi had often taken long walks in the nights, enjoying the cold air. He didn't mind walking home. 

He went distant a little while ago. His eyes went numb and his heart went cold, he hadn't known why.  His brother knew he was becoming detached and went out for help in which Yoongi yelled at him saying he was alright and then cried after he walked out the door. Yoongi couldn't figure out how he hadn't noticed he was falling deep. His thoughts had succumbed to perfection that he didn't want to do music as he knew it wouldn't be what he wanted. Yoongi wasn't falling into depression yet. 

Yoongi saw someone near a bridge looking off into the deeps of water.  He went up to the stranger recognizing the frame. Yoongi heard that annoying hum and was going to leave until the stranger in which he learned the name of by someone else, "You know what would be cool?"  Yoongi had no choice but ask, "What?"  Jungkook answered with his head in the clouds, "to be water, or at least swimming in the water, especially in there." He pointed towards the body of water that laid just below them.  Yoongi had asked, "Oh, why are you here?"  Jungkook laughed, "I'm not going to jump if that's what your thinking." Yoongi sighed inwardly, "Well, see you later then." He saw Jungkook nod before he walked away. 

Yoongi walked inside his small apartment. It was lonesome and dark. There were two rooms, one was the kitchen/living room and the other was his bedroom that was filled with an electric piano and a guitar with a small computer for editing. There was dust collecting on them as he walked past them. He fell to his bed and went into the sweet bliss of unconsciousness. 

Alright, if you couldn't tell from the way I was describing things, it'll go deep and deeper than my other stories... that's a lie I went deep in a couple of them but I deleted them and will publish them again later.  So Yoonkook?  Yoonkook!
~Anonymous