[PENDING] Fluffy Husky ~ YoongixReader FF

Chapter 14. Fire

***Y'all. I was bench watching every bts mv and when I got to I need you and run I just died. Like yoongi though. Hence this chapter is greatly inspired by those mvs.

⚠ WARNING! THERE WILL BE VIOLENCE, CURSING, BLOOD AND UNPLEASENT SCENES READER MAY NOT APPROVE OF IN THIS CHAPTER. PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND AS YOU READ. ⚠***

(YOONGI'S P.O.V)

He sat at the edge of the bed, shaken hands on his knees, green hair in a pool of sweat as he looked down from himself in disgust. He watched as the red snow drops stained the fair whites of the carpet, A merge of disorientation and lucid confusion washed over him. His head stood up as his eyes searched the corners of his room as fast as he could. "W-where am I?" His dizziness fell from his head to his fingers to his knees. His eyes only stopped spinning when it landed on the crooked foggy mirror bearing he's face at the surface of the closet infront of him.

He looked at himself bewildered, he saw a man. Moss coloured hair with crimson slits and cuts dancing around his white porcelain skin. He's jaw and features well defined. A light flickered from the lighter sitting at a cross between his leg and his hand he turned his head as he smiled at Yoongi, thin lips crossing at the corner into a smirk. Eyes never leaving the green haired boy sitting across him in horror. This was him. This was the true Yoongi. He's blood filled eyes stared like the devil's. Scarlet spheres burrowing into Yoongi's. The other Yoongi- the darker one- flashed with a face full of amusmant and callousness. A dark cackle croaking out of his throat yet inaudible. He leaned in closer supported by his arms restlessly leaning on his lap, the burning gaze intesified as his lips moved and mouth the words A.N.I.M.A.L.
And with that the whole bedroom was drowned in fire and darkness with Yoongi, suffocating.
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(Y/N P.O.V)

It was black. But why was it black? The taste of gloom and death was overwhelming your senses in the pit of nothingness.
It smelt... burnt.
Was something burning?
The charcoal darkness started provoking your skin and before you could fathom another thought your lungs threw a ferocious fit in its rib cage. "W-what's burning?" You try to breathe, be it in vain. The thick fog grew deeper. All you smelled was the smoke. The smoke,the pain and the darkness. It clawed into your lungs and squeezed it like an old rag, until an incomprehensible amount of pain panged through your body.

You try taking deep breaths only to realize it was futile. You were drowning in this hell and there was no hope. Until...

you woke up.

Sweat around your skin, Your desperate consumption of air filling your lungs where paused as you looked around. Realizing you were back in your house covered within piles of tata blankets at foot and sleeping on the popcorn decorated couch you and Yoongi where sitting in hours ago. "It was just a dream." You whispered, a ray of relieve ridding the cautioness off your skin. Yoongi.

You remembered what had happened during movie night and relieve turned into guilt. Although his sudden outburst was uncalled for and wasn't excusable you did provoke him. Unintentionally, yes but nevertheless provoked. You got up, tying the disaster of a hair into a decent ponytail as you stretched. Feeling the aroma of a sun lit day creeping out through the window. You walked up to the door of your bedroom knocking on it gently as you recall the to do list of the day already mapped out in you brain.

When you were given no reply on the third knock, assuming he was still asleep, You turned the knob and waltzed in.
But the sleeping form of a tired husky cutely dozing off on the comfort of your bed isn't what greeted you like most mornings did. No. It was Yoongi, skin as pale as the sun was high, covered in a coat of deep red, unfeeling horrifying gushes of blood. "Oh my god!" You jolted towards Yoongi. Your legd automatically reacting to the whole Situation instantly wanting to close the gap between you. Tears bitterly stinged his opened eyes as he looked at you in sorrow. He never wanted you to see him like this. This filthy side of him. He tried reaching out to you but no sucess as you held his hand in yours unaware of the tears melting from your eyes and mixing into the pool of blood forming in your hands.

"Y/n..." He stomachs out trying to keep his composure. Ignoring the growing pain in his throat and the colossal one in his heart, he looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, shedding tears as she squinted her eyes shut then open in his arms. He wanted to sooth the wrinkles off her soft skin along with her worries.

"I love you."

He's eyes grew heavier until he couldn't stay conscious, and then there was darkness. One last glimps of her freckled face looking at his with so much love and care was the only thing yoongi needed to face his life time of hell again. So he drifted off into the welcoming hands of evil.