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His eyes burned as he stared at his laptop, trying to put the finishing touches on a song he had been working on for the past few weeks.

Sighing, Min Yoongi finally closed the lid, too exhausted to keep working on it tonight.

He checked the time and groaned when he saw it was already 4AM. School was in three hours.

He trudged to the bathroom to brush his teeth, wondering if he should just skip tomorrow, since he would be too tired to pay attention anyways.

Creak...

Yoongi paused his brushing to hear better. "Juh-koo?" He called around the plastic brush in his mouth.

His younger brother was prone to staying up late as well, but with playing video games instead of composing music.

Yoongi spat in the sink and flicked the light off as he walked back to his bedroom, yawning.

He climbed into bed, curling up into a tiny ball under the covers.

He was just about to drift off when he heard his bedroom door slowly creak open, and soft light filled in through the space, silhouetting a human shadow across his floor.

"Jungkook," Yoongi mumbled, not opening his eyes. He was annoyed at being woken up and refused to get out from under his covers. "What do you want? It's fucking late as hell, just go to bed."

The figure paused, before walking swiftly over to the bed.

Yoongi gasped in shock when his blankets were ripped off of him, and he quickly rolled onto his back.

The figure above him wasn't his little brother Jungkook, but rather a tall, masked man that Yoongi had never seen before.

Yoongi's eyes shot wide open in alarm. He opened his mouth to scream for his parents, but a gloved hand covered his mouth, forcing only muffled sounds to come through.

Yoongi kicked and screamed, trying to pry the hand off of him.

His assailant didn't seem bothered by his struggling in the slightest. He straddled the smaller boy with ease, using one hand to keep Yoongi pinned to his bed, and the other to reach behind his back and pull something out.

Yoongi saw the flask in the mans hand and struggled harder, not wanting to ingest whatever was in that.

The man released Yoongi to unscrew the cap, and as soon as he was free, Yoongi screamed.

"No! Stop! Mom! Dad!" He shouted, trying to crawl out from under the man. "Jungkook!"

Fuck- Jungkook was sleeping over at Taehyungs tonight. He had forgotten.

But his parents were home, they were asleep downstairs. Surely they had heard that scream in the silent house?

The attacker gripped Yoongi's jaw, digging his gloved fingers into the boys cheeks to keep the small boys mouth open.

He held the flask over Yoongi's face, letting the harsh smelling liquid drip into the kids mouth.

Yoongi cried at the horrible taste, tears springing into his eyes at the burn.

He tried to wrench his head free, but the man was so much stronger, and he kept Yoongi down until the flask was empty.

Yoongi choked, coughing and crying as he tried not to swallow the liquid, but it ran down his throat because of gravity anyways.

Finally, the man sat up, satisfied his job was done.

Yoongi leaned over the edge of his bed, shoving a finger down his throat in an attempt to make himself vomit.

The man watched for a moment, before leaving, shutting the door behind him.

Yoongi tried several times to retch, but his body was so weak and tired. Finally, he couldn't even keep his hand raised to his face anymore.

He groaned weakly, flopping back onto the bed, trying to make his eyes focus.

He could feel himself slipping, despite his attempts to keep himself awake and grounded.

Everything fell away, until there was only blackness.

He fell for ages, until a pinprick of bright white light suddenly appeared.

He fell right into it as it got bigger and bigger, and then there was a blinding flash of light, and suddenly he wasn't in his room anymore.

As of 5:17 AM, March 9th, Min Yoongi was officially declared dead.