What Does Death Feel Like?

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖

Soft tapping, a moist feel, the gray clouds surrounded the earth as Yoongi woke up to a rainy day. The world really did understand Yoongi's emotions, in one way or another.

A soft buzzing was heard, Yoongi looked around as he saw his phone on his sister's nightstand. Yoongi didn't realize he brought his phone in here.

Yoongi picked his phone up, looking at Hoseok's name on his phone as he softly smiled, answering the phone and putting it up to his ear. He let out a soft hmm to show he was there.

"Hello my little kitten," Hoseok said in a cute voice, Yoongi softly blushing.

"I'm sleeping, go away," Yoongi said, his voice raspy as he felt Hoseok pout through the screen.

"It's 1 pm, I was only calling to make sure you ate," Hoseok said, Yoongi letting out a tired hum as Hoseok sighed.

"Welp, go back to sleep and I'll make you some food," Hoseok said, Yoongi smiling.

"Looks like I get to test your cooking now, I wonder how it'll taste," Yoongi said in a tired, but cocky, attitude.

"Well I'll tell you now, it ain't that good," Hoseok said, softly flirting into the phone as Yoongi's face turned bright red.

"I'm goin back to sleep. . ." Yoongi says in a soft voice, Hoseok let out soft cooing.

"I'll be over soon, my little Angel," Hoseok said as Yoongi smiled, hanging the phone up before cuddling back into his pillow before drifting back into his slumber.

He drifted back into his dreamworld, he one place he felt safe, happy, sure that everything was imaginary. In his dreamworld, he never had to worry about the evil of the world or the pain in his heart. In his world, he was happy.

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

It had been ten minutes sense the call, a soft knock tapped against the door. Nobody answered as a key entered, the lock opening as Hoseok walked inside.

He looked around, looking at the beautiful white walls and perfect furniture. He was honestly impressed, he never knew Yoongi had this sort of decoration skill.

"Now where is my little kitten?" Hoseok whispered to himself, looking throughout the house.

He felt a soft, uncomfortable feeling. It felt as if he was being watched, as if someone was there with him when nobody really was. At the same time tho, he felt a small sense of warmth with that person. A small, beautiful sense of warmth of someone protecting him.

He felt as if someone like his mother or elder sister were there, protecting him liek he was a small child in the dark, cold world. He felt different in this house, comfortable but uncomfortable, happy but scared. What was the real feel of this house?

He felt like all of his worries were gone, his mind was clear and relaxed. The more he spent here, the happier and safer he felt, everything felt better. The uncomfortable feeling felt more like someone protecting him, the feeling felt like someone was more watching over him then watching him.