Freedom- Yoongi BTS

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I heard in the distance the sound of my alarm going off, but I was too deep in my sleep to be able to move.

I forced myself to wake, and turned around to turn off the annoying sound; I instantly regretted it, as my whole body ached, remembering me the long hours of work I had yesterday.

I took a look around while yawning: the sun was lighting up the entire van, welcoming us with his heat.

I rubbed the sleep off my eyes, trying to wake myself up.

I looked around searching for the body, anxiety already coming to me when I couldn't see his small figure anywhere.

I quickly left my bed, only a small part of me regretting the idea of having to leave that warm surface; I made my way out, exhaling a breath I didn't know I was holding when I found the singer.

He was barefoot on the grass, the white bandage standing out ; the thin shirt he was wearing moved by the gentle breeze, his eyes closed and his face exposed to the morning sun.

"yoongi" I spoke softly, not wanting to scare him; but failing anyway, as he flinched and turned to me.

"good morning" I said with a small smile.

"morning " he answered, his voice deep "I woke up early, but I wanted to let you sleep " he added while scratching his head.

I nodded and noticed a small table set up in the shadow of the van.

I walked to it, seeing breakfast placed on it. I smiled and looked up, only to find a blushing Yoongi standing adwarcally in front of me.

He was going to speak but I interrupted him, thanking him.

We set down and ate in a peacefully silence, I sipped my hot chocolate, pleasured that Yoongi remembered it; the only noises coming from the leaves moved by the wind and the birds singing their good morning.

"Yoongi" I called the boy, breaking the silence "Can you tell me what happened yesterday?"

He tensed up, visibly anxious about my question; he opened and closed his mouth trying to decide how to explain the situation.

He took a deep breath "the first hour I was fine, I kept telling me that it was nothing ...that you'd be back soon" he looked down " but, as time passed it became unbearable, and I just couldn't take it anymore."

He took another breath, his eyes glossy "I went to the hospital asking for you, but they refused and kicked me out."

Nobody told me anything... I thought frowning, unless...

"Did you ask it nicely or you demanded it?"

He looked down again, and that was enough for me to have a clear answer.

"Yoongi!" I scolded him " you can't keep behaving like this! What people are going to think when I'll go back today?" I was nearly shouting at this point, but I didn't really care.

I exhaled an heavy breath, and looked at the boy who didn't seem to be affected at all.

I sighed, giving up completely, and got up, proceeding to clean up the table.

The singer followed me with a plate in his hands.

"why can't you be alone anyway?" I casually asked

He placed his plate in the sink and went back out while murmuring a 'don't want to speak about it'.

I decided not to pressure him, and proceeded to wash all the dishes.

When I went back out, I found him sat on the grass, contemplating the view in front of him.

"you know" he said softly, his mood completely changed from minutes ago " Hobi would really like this."

"Who's Hobi?"

"a member" he answered "he's so pure, he finds happiness and beauty in everything, in things I would even notice... I wish I could be like him sometimes" he took a deep breath, letting his mind to fill with memories.

I nodded, my mind still trying to adjust to his mood swings. You'll make me crazy Yoongi !