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 woke up with a splitting headache. His entire body felt numb. Heartbeat being dangerously low. His breathes were shallow and he barely had any sense of where he was. It was almost like he was the effect of some strong anesthesia.
He groaned, and tried to move his head. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, trickling down. And it was during the beginning of winter. His throat felt like it was fire. Mouth dry. With much struggle, he was able to roll off his bead. The shirt he was wearing felt like it was chaining him down. Tears of pain wetted his lashes, as he removed the shirt of his body. He stumbled to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water. He sighed in relief as the cold liquid seeped down his throat.
His mind was so muddled up he forgot where everything was kept. So, he loudly opened and closed every single cabinet to find the coffee packet. He groaned in annoyance when he realized it was right in front of him. On the counter.
"Morning hyung" Jimin's voice came.
Yoongi had a confused look on his face until he recognized the voice. Jimin was standing on the other side of the counter. As soon as he saw the younger, concern grew inside him as he rushed to the younger.
"Jimin are you okay?" Yoongi asked. His voice was gruff and husky from the sleep and pain, "Did you get hurt somewhere?"
"I-I'm fine hyung-"
He looked over all the exposed part of Jimin's body. Face. Neck and arms. He didn't pay much attention to the younger's eyes that were slowly turning to red. His hair mimicking the color. The younger lost his balance because of the sudden movement. Instinctively, Yoongi placed his hand behind Jimin's back. The younger's hand flying to his shoulder's for support.
"Careful" Yoongi muttered, finally looking up at the younger.
One...
Two...
Three...
In a blink, Jimin's face was decorated with a flamboyant rosy blush. His eyes turned to a deep shade of red, with streaks of black. His hair was pure carmine.
"You're... not wearing... a shirt..." Jimin whispered.
Yoongi's eyes widen as he looked down. His mind being clearer that it was before, he realized was naked from waist up. Embarrassment crept up on his cheeks as he let go of Jimin and stepped away. Without saying anything, he rushed into his room and quickly wore a tee. And before walking back out, he brushed his teeth and fixed his hair a little.
When he came back out, he saw Jimin walking through the kitchen. He seemed to be searching for something inside the cabinets. Immediately, Yoongi's eyes fell on all the sharp objects in the kitchen. And even though, Yoongi never moved anything and kept all items in one specific place, Jimin was still new to the surroundings. He had only been here for three weeks. He still didn't know where everything was kept.
