BEFORE YOU GO || Y.K + V.H ✔ [Under heavy editing]

-Nightmares-

Plagued by images of a certain man, a particular dream, and a deadly pain in his chest Yoongi found it really hard to give his attention to anything but his thoughts. A man knows nothing but to drown himself in distraction just so he can avoid reality and for Yoongi that distraction meant drinking till he passes out and has no memory of the event that had happened before hand.

Yoongi groaned as he made his way to the bar, the one where his friends took him last time, complaining that neither the venue nor the rappers were appealing him this time. "Give me the strongest one please." He says seating himself down.

The drinks took only an hour to work their magic on Yoongi. Seeing his frail state, the bartender refused to give him anything more and asked that he leaves. When Yoongi got up and decided to end the day, he kicked the table in frustration, all the drinks in his system however halted him from taking stable steps, stumbling, the man bumped into someone, who grabbed him by the waist to prevent him from falling.

"And here I thought you were a responsible man." He mumbled, tightening his grip around Yoongi's waist.

Yoongi took his time examining the boy's face, squinting his eyes as he stared at him. Eventually, recognizing the familiar features, he let out a heavy sigh, assuming that this was just another dream. He weakly pushed the boy away, but in vain, as his strength at the moment didn't even bulge the other, "Get away from me, I'm miserable as it is." Yoongi gabbled.

"You are wasted my love and I'm not going to let this oppurtunity slide." Stated Jungkook, amused at the sight, dragging the whining male to his car which followed to his apartment.

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[Jungkook's pov : ]

How could I possibly let such a chance pass me by? It might seem as though I'm lying, but the only reason I saw him here was by coincidence. I had chosen to watch him from a distance and waited for the right opportunity to approach, which was right before he decided to leave. It was hilarious to watch him go through the many stages of grief, so me getting in the way of that process didn't seem right. This was when I realized that Min Yoongi was distinct from others and had piqued my curiosity in a way that had never happened before.

After stepping foot into my apartment I thanked the heavens that Taehyung wasn't here, or else having to explain this drunk blabber would've been such a pain. It was surely a ride back home because it made me regret the decision of bringing him here. This dude is a total delusional weirdo because what fantasy novel did he read before getting drunk and why the hell does he want me dead. I really want to kiss him back to his sober self but that would be crossing my professional lines so must I restrict myself.

Why the fuck is he staring at me like that?

"Why am I able to touch you? Don't you usually die before I can come to you? why haven't you encountered anything yet." He said as he drew nearer to me, close to the point where I could feel his breath on my face, I wonder if his sober self would have the guts to initiate such a thing. He gave me a startled look as he stared into my eyes before cupping both of his hands around my face.

"Is this really a dream?" He inquired.

Without waiting for an answer he made himself comfortable as he layed his head on my lap, "Let me stay like this for a while, feels nice." He continued, leaving me rather speechless.

"What the hell is wrong with this dude?" I let out a laugh in amusement, refusing to believe that this is the same dude who had his walls high at all times when being in my presence.