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fifty three

/ WARNING: TRIGGERING THEMES /

{final apologies}

Trembling hands, strong grip, Yoongi held the gun to his father's head. 

The ticking of the clock came steady and time had slowed to the beat of his heart. But with each passing second, he could feel his heart pound all the more, the ticking of the clock picking up speed until everything was a rush of sound in his ears.
Breathing, ticking, beating...
breathing, ticking, beating. 

His heart was racing - beads of sweat forming against his heated skin as time began to rush. But he was still stuck in that moment, a gun in his hands as he looked his father right between the eyes. He could feel his breath begin to shorten as his heart threatened to break free from his chest. 

His hands trembled and all he could hear was the ticking and the beating of his heart as a murderous smirk slipped its way across his father's face, eyes blood read as the man slightly moved forwards, "You could never-"

Closing his eyes Yoongi pulled the trigger.

And after the shot... everything went silent.

His heart slowed, and then there was darkness. Darkness suffocating his body like a damp, musty, thick blanket, clinging to every inch of his pale skin. He could barely breathe as he dropped the gun from his now bloodstained hands and was swallowed up by the black. His feet were bare, that was the only way he knew the ground was still beneath him. 

His father's body lay lifelessly in the dark, everything else had dissolved like it was never there at all. He tried to take a step forwards, his entire body now trembling in fear. But he paused, taking a step backwards instead when he noticed the flesh and bone decaying from the body in front of him. 

He wanted to scream, but as he clawed at his throat nothing came out, not even as much as a breath as he watched the body of his father rot away into nothing but bones. The skeleton was so white against the darkness, and Yoongi found himself taking yet another step back. 

One step soon turned into two, and then three as he slowly backed away, but it was all for nothing when he realised he was going nowhere. With a panicked expression, he watched as the skeleton's bones began to grind, slowly rising. Yoongi had no where to go in the endless darkness as the skeleton drew closer and closer, it's hollow eyes beginning to bleed with thick crimson blood, trickling down the white before dripping into the darkness at their feet. 

With wide eyes, Yoongi managed to find his voice, "No please..." his breath hitched as the skeleton reached an arm forwards, snatching Yoongi's throat and tightening its grip. All he could do was struggle in the hold of the skeleton, trying to pry away the boney fingers as his breath fell short once more. "PLEASE!" He screamed, but all his voice seemed to do was echo in the darkness that surrounded him. 

It didn't take long for Yoongi to fall speechless as the blood on the skeleton slowly morphed into crimson red roses, a single snake slithering out from the skeleton's eye and sending Yoongi screaming once more. "STOP!" Yoongi's throat was now hoarse, but soon enough, the grip around his throat grew lighter, each boney finger lifting one by one as the skeleton let go. 

But beneath his feet was no longer solid, and Yoongi's skin paled as he fell through into the darkness, reaching forwards as if catching the swirls of black would somehow save him. 

And then he screamed. 

Yoongi's eyes snapped open as he shot up in bed; his heart pounding, mind empty. It was as if he had been injected with liquid adrenaline and every limb was ready to run a marathon. His eyes strained into the utter darkness, breathing rate beginning to rise even more until the small click of the door sounded and a crack of light flooded into the room. 

Jimin ran inside. 

With his eyes wide and alert, Jimin rushed over to Yoongi, crouching down beside the bed as he took a hold of Yoongi's hand. Slowly and softly, he ran gentle circles over the male's palm, waiting as Yoongi clutched at his chest to regain his uneven breathing. 

Ahh, he remembered now...
Yoongi had almost forgotten that he had been discharged from hospital.
He wasn't at the Bangtan mansion, nor was he at the parlour, or District Unknown. He was in a hotel room, in an unfamiliar place. 

Jimin must've switched on the lights because the room was now flooded with warmth, the curtains beside the bed moving ever so slightly in the cold wind that crept through the slight opening. Slowing his breaths Yoongi found himself focusing on the sounds in the room, then on the comfortable feeling of the mattress under him and the slow and soothing circles Jimin traced against the palm of his hand. 

Yoongi hated this, he really did. 
Weakly, he let go of Jimin's hand and brought his knees to his chest, burying his head in them, "I'm sorry." he muttered, letting out a drastic sigh. 

Jimin rose a brow, "For what?" he asked, standing back up before taking a seat beside Yoongi on the bed. He scooted over until their shoulders were brushing against one another, not in a romantic way, more of a touch of comfort. 

Bringing his head out from his knees, Yoongi's expression fell, "I'm of no use anymore..." he paused, drawing his lower lip between his teeth, "Not for a while at least."

"Yoongi don't say-"

"It's true though!" Yoongi shouted, catching Jimin off guard with the sudden raise of his voice. Yoongi clicked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, "It's true, and if only I was more careful-"

"No." Jimin cut in, his voice deeper then usual as his expression hardened into something more stern. His tousled orange hair fell softly over his stare, "I was the one who got you all riled up on that day." he spoke, his stance buckling as his hands began to slightly tremble, "I shouldn't of forced anything on you, and I shouldn't have dug up painful memories." His eyes turned away for a split second, a moment of silence between the pair before Jimin let his gaze flicker back to Yoongi. 

Jimin's lower lip trembled as he fidgeted with his hands, the male visibly distressed, but keeping his stern gaze none-the-less. Yoongi found his shoulders dropping at the sight, the realisation hitting him that this was going nowhere, just backwards and forwards banter of who was more sorry.
Because they were both trying to rid themselves of their regret. 

They stared at each other in an odd way, as if it were a silent argument. Their glances battled each other, until tears arose, and they found themselves crying again. 

"Why did I do it?" Jimin hiccuped, tears rolling down with quietness. Yoongi sighed, wiping his own stray tears, before turning towards Jimin on the bed with a steady slowness. His hand was curled around his stomach, a sign of both mental and physical pain. 

All Yoongi could do was watch as Jimin's guilt poured out in the form of heavy tears, the male's shoulders shaking as his gaze fell to his lap. Yoongi felt an urge to do something, to comfort Jimin, but also himself. So, in that moment, he reached a weak hand forwards, cupping the side of Jimin's face. He tilted the male's gaze to meet with his before leaning forwards and crashing his lips against Jimin's. Immediately he felt his body loosen and arms touch his shoulders... it was warm, and comforting. Slow and soft. 

Yoongi pulled away, chuckling beneath salty tears at Jimin's dumbfounded expression. "It's payback." Yoongi gave a weak smile, "Stop apologising, I forgive you."

And the pair hovered close right there, soundless for so long, simply feeling each other's presence.
Because no words had to be said anymore. 

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{Author Note}

Hope you're all taking good care of yourselves xox