People are so naïve. They assume that light is always good.
Is it?
People take light to be their representation of hope and life. They think light soothes their pain. Light for them is like a warm blanket that keeps them safe.
Light, for them...
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Yoongi opened his eyes, gasping for breath. His heart race madly in his chest, cold sweat dribbling down his forehead. He wasn't scared of Light, but he was terrified of what Light was now capable of. Because of a second of distraction, Yoongi almost willing broke down his defenses. Now Light had the control of going to and forth between the worlds. That meant, he might not have enough time of regain back his strength. He hoped Light wasn't foolish enough to go back to the edge on a frequent basis. It would be a disastrous move that would ruin both their presence.
Yoongi grunted, rolling off the bed. As Darkness he had lost a considerable amount of his power and it affected his mortal form. His legs almost gave out when he stood up. His head was dizzy and his eyes still felt droopy and were bloodshot.
But he couldn't go back to sleep. As of now, he couldn't afford to let Light out of his sight for a second. Not until he was sure that Light didn't get an upper hand that would ensure his victory. Yoongi walked to his bathroom. He checked for any new silver lines on his skin. Fortunately, there weren't any. No wound to his true form was deep enough to be reflected on his mortal form.
Yoongi splashed a little water on his face and freshened up before walking out of his room. Surprisingly Jimin wasn't anywhere in the living room which made him furrow his brow in confusion. But he shrugged it off when he saw that the door to Jimin's room was still closed. His mind was still in a haze and it took him a while to comprehend what he was trying to do. He walked out to his balcony to take a deep breath. It was already close to ten in the morning.The sun high up in the sky.
His phone started to ring and he looked down to see it was Hoseok. Yoongi sighed. He still wasn't feeling good enough to take the call, but at the same the time if he didn't Hoseok would start fill his phone with multiple messages. So, groaning and massaging his forehead, he picked up the call.
"Morning hyung" Hoseok greeted, his voice loud as usual.
Yoongi tiredly croaked out a reply and listened to Hoseok talking about his new song. The younger needed Yoongi to make a little melody to fit his song within this week. Yoongi sighed and agreed to him, not having anything better to do by himself in the house.
Suddenly Yoongi a wave of power hit him out of nowhere, knocking out the breath from his lungs and pushing him to the edge. He felt the building shake a little. The glare of the sun brightened. It wasn't anything that mundane people would realize but Yoongi did. Then he heard it. The choked screaming.
Yoongi's eyes widen a little when he realized that it was coming from Jimin's room. Immediately he ended the call ignoring Hoseok calling for him. He rushed inside and knocked on Jimin's door. As he stood in front of the door, the screams were clearer. The were more like low grunts than plain out screaming in pain.
Yoongi was worried, thinking Jimin was using his powers. But the waves he felt were different. They weren't plain and rhythmic like they should be. They were completely irregular. In chaos.
