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*3rd persons POV*
"Who are you"
These were the first words that escaped her lips after knocking on Yoongis door.
She didn't care about her appearance right now. Soyeons skin was sticky with sweat, her hair looked like a birds nest and her clothes looked like the ones of a homeless man. The dark circles beneath Soyeons eyes and her pale skin made her look like a zombie.
Yoongi on the other side looked like he didn't sleep at all. His hair was just fine and his clothes were free from wrinkles.
"Huh?", Yoongi looked surprised at the sudden visitor.
"I'll ask you only one more time.
Who are YOU?", with a slightly raised voice, Soyeon looked into his eyes with fire and the desire to know the truth."What are you saying?", Yoongi asked her with disbelief in his voice.
It sounded like he was mocking her for the "absurd" question.But hell to the no.
It only added fuel into the fire burning inside her body.
Soyeon looked him dead into the eye.
"Does the name Suga tell you anything?", she asked him again.
In the blink of an eye, Yoongis face fell. The teasing smile got wiped away and he looked at Soyeon with blank eyes.
Soyeon didn't see it coming when Yoongi grabbed her wrist harshly and pulled her into his room, before slamming the door shut. He trapped her against the door, and released an animalistic growl.
"Where the heck did you get this name from?", he asked with clenched teeth.
"I don't know, you tell me where it's from.", Soyeon asked with a hint of mockery.
His grip in her wrist tightened, almost hurting her, but she did her best to conseal the pain.
She knew that she was playing with fire, and she knew the consequenses of it.The glare he was giving her was as intimidating as the glare she returned. The looked into eachothers eyes deeply, as if they're trying to read eachother. The room was dark, and the only light that illuminated in the room was the moonlight.
Slowly, Yoongis grip in her wrist loosened before he tripped and fell backwards. Suddenly, he felt like there wasn't enough air anymore. He gasped for air, while reaching into plainly nothing. His chest seized up as he thought about the truth untold.
She knew.
She knew it all.
But...how?
Soyeon was familliar with Yoongis reaction. He was having a panic attack.
Without sparing a second, she rushed to his side, and grabbed his arms, which were sticking into the air like two antennas. Slowly, she started to hum a familliar tune.Painfully, she hummed the song her mother used to sing when Soyeon had panic attacks. It always worked like a cure.
*Soyeons POV*
It took him a few minutes until he had finally calmed down. He had teary eyes and looked into plainly nothing, while having the most hurt expression I've ever seen.
He stood up, and shakily sat down on his bed.
"From where did you get that name from?"
Yoongi asked with his voice cracking slightly. I sat down beside him and sighed before speaking up."I've been seeing things..."
"What kind of things?"
"Your past."
A moment of silence pierced through the room.
"What exactly?"
"They day everything started. I woke up in a little house, in the middle of a forest. I met you...more like saw you. You were playing with your little brother, Taehyung."
I stopped.
I knew that talking about such a senseitve topic was hard for him. After all, it's about his darkest past.
"Valentino"
The little whisper escaped my lips more like a huff of air, and I looked at him with concern after I sensed how he shuddered beside me.
"I'm sorry..."
"Don't be...it's not your fault after all..."
An idea flashed through my mind, an incredibly risky idea.
"There must be a way..."
I mumbled to myself.
Yoongi looked at me with a raised eyebrow."What? I didn't catch that."
"There must be a way to remove him from Taehyung..."
"Are you sure...You really think that I haven't tried anything yet?"
"You may have tried something, but not everything!"
Yoongi looked at me judgingly.
"Min Yoongi, I promised you that I'll find a way to remove Valentino from Taehyungs body.
I'll search everywhere where it's needed, and I'll start with the little room in your garden..."Courage seemed to take over me as I looked into his eyes sternly. I knew that there had to be a way to cure him. Yoongi has been living in pain way too long.
I knew myself how it felt to loose a family member, but the difference between him and me was, that Taehyung can be cured, and my mother couldn't.
"Thank you"
Yoongis eyes filled with tears as he looked down. I patted his back and looked at him. He looked tired and sad.
I sighed shakily before I stood up and made my way back to my room.
*3rd persons POV*
It didn't take him long to break down in tears after Soyeon left the room. He sobbed and weeped until he couldn't feel my limps anymore.
Yoongi knew that there was a way to cure Taehyung, but he also knew that they weren't in the position to heal him.
Angelic powers.
That was the main key.
Soyeon and Yoongi needed the purity and innocence of an angel.
But the question is where they're going to get an angel from, since there could be only found humans, which are far from purity and innocence, demons, which were Yoongi and Taehyung, and hidden monsters."Don't you think that the humans dumb and immature brain is quite amusing?", a sudden voice hyped up in the corener of Yoongis room.
Yoongi sighed and didn't even bother to turn around, since he already knew who was speaking.
"It's not nice to not greet your guest, Min Yoongi...", the voice trailed off and finally lost it's fake joy.
"Who freaking told you that you're a guest, V?"
Yoongi asked tiredly.He waited for a few seconds before he lifted his head, only to find himself alone again. Yoongi sighed before he laid down to catch at least a few hours of sleep.
What a shame that he didn't know that there was an angel right beside him.
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