through the mirror

PART VIII | it's possible

PART VIII | it’s possible

She’s there.
She’s here.

I can touch her.
I can feel her.

She’s real.
It’s possible.

Freya’s here with me.

Thousands of thoughts fill up Yoongi’s mind as he struggles, carrying a shivering Freya on his back. He happens to find her walking home and alone under the kind of weather, on the brink of catching hypothermia— or she probably has it now, but he’s not so sure.

Yoongi locked the door right away when they got inside. He places her on the floor near the heater. Just someplace where there is enough heat. Besides, Yoongi has already turned the heater to its full capacity. Yet he’s still unsure if she’s in the process of going through hypothermia but she’s shivering so much, her teeth are grinding against each other. Even if it’s just plain suspicion, Yoongi remained cautious and did what he learned once when he volunteered in a first aid program back in high school.

“Freya?” He checks her consciousness first. If she’s conscious, then that’s a good sign. But Yoongi doesn’t get a response. The 27 year old checks her pulse by placing his two fingers on the inside of her wrist.

Yoongi sighs once he feels it, but it doesn’t ease his worry yet. Freya’s heartbeat is slow. Because of this observation, he proceeds to check on her breathing, he leans forward, ear hovering over her nose.

“Thank God,” Yoongi mutters, moving back. The next thing he does is take off her jacket. He gulps as he continues to remove the rest of her clothes. It doesn’t help that his heartbeats’ literally hammering against his chest. Freya’s left with only her tank top and shorts. This exposes her skin to a breeze that makes her shiver even more. Yoongi grabs the thick duvet from her bed and uses it to wrap around her.

“This will ease the cold somehow.” He says, wrapping it tighter around her, making sure that it’ll make her sweat at least.

Then finally, he sits to observe her. If it gets any worse then that’s the time to call for help. The instructor once told him about the 2 minute rule. Sit and wait for 120 seconds, if it worsens, call for an ambulance, if it stays as is, do more of the next steps left in the emergency procedure.

While he sat there, Yoongi’s thoughts start to flood his head again. He’s always like this. He doesn’t talk much. But as they say, it’s the quiet people who have the loudest minds. And Yoongi’s mind is so loud right now, it might blow off his head. He’s been thinking too much ever since he got that letter, it doubled when he finally crossed Freya’s universe and tripled when he finally saw her— touched her even. Everything is surreal and it makes him feel like he’s floating— yet he doesn’t allow his thoughts to go that far. Instead he thinks about Jungkook, why he’s not here and when he’s supposed to be with Freya.

“It’s Christmas, for Christ’s sake.” He whispers, clicking his tongue softly against the top of his mouth.

It makes him angry, he wants to scold her so bad, for waiting so long for her stupid boyfriend and getting caught up in the snowstorm.

Yoongi knew Freya brought it all to herself, of why she stayed there for hours or why she didn’t know the storm could become this worse— far worse than the snowstorm in his world. Freya’s stubborn but Yoongi’s not any better. He couldn’t bring himself to despise her dumb decisions. For Yoongi, Freya’s just so passionate in love, and anything you do with passion, no one could have a word about it. Yoongi knew that. He feels like this with music— he understands very well.