The Mechanism of Life

𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽

𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨: 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘺 𝘡𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳

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Yoongi slowly opened his eyes. Blinking and frowning when he was met directly with the sunlight. He knew well enough his bed didn't face the window. It took him a second to realixe that they had shifted to the dorms yesterday, and relaxed. But stiffened right away, once his his back touched someone else. He noted the empty bed on the opposite and remembered the occurence from last night. 

He had woken up for no reason he could remember. He was about to go back to sleep once again, when he looked over to the other's bed. Though it was dark, Yoongi could make out the barely comprehensibly, distressed movement. The body jerking and trembling. Confused, he slowly got off his bed and pulled aside the curtains to be able to get enough life. And when he turned around, he saw Jimin's face srunched up in pain. His hand curled up in tight fist against his chest and neck. 

Alarmed, he walked over to the other's bed and crouched. Carefully, and gently nudging onto Jimin's shoulder. Not wanting to worse the boy's possibly nightmare. He called for him name a few times, before Jimin woke up. 

Yoongi felt his heart sink, and ache when he heard Jimin crying. The raven head always behaved in a confident manner. His voice carrying that confindence. And never for once, had he expected for Jimin's voice to sound so broken. And then the truth he had shared. Though Jimin's voice was nothing more than a whisper as he spoke, words and syllables merging together, Yoongi was able to understand most of what Jimin had said. And he took the liberty to connet the rest of the broken sentences together. Though, he regretted almost immediately.

He had felt completely and utterly helpless, once again after so long, when he tried to calm Jimin. He didn't know what to say or what to do. He hated feeling helpess. It was physically painful for him. But when the other had slowly calmed down, Yoongi felt so grateful. 

Then, he remembered Jimin quietly asking for him to stay beside him. Refusing to let go. And his voice was so weak, and frail, Yoongi couldn't help but oblige. Slowly, Yoongi rose up and looked over. Jimin's was facing the wall. Curled up in a foetal manner. But at least he didn't have another nightmare for the rest of the night. 

Yoongi took once last look at the sleeping boy and got off the bed. After last night, he knew things wouldn't be the same between them. Yoongi couldn't bring himself to hate the other, even if he wanted. Wouldn't be abe to be spiteful to other. And he wasn't sure if it was good thing or a bad thing. 

It was easier to declare that he hated everyone, rather than get attached and then be hurt once he had to let go. Willing or unwillingly. 

Sighing, he walked over to the bathroom. Washing his face, and refreshening himself before coming out. Jimin was still asleep he noted. It was still eight in the morning, and he wondered whether or not to wake up the other. The decision was made for him, when he saw Jimin stir in his sleep. He rolled over on his back. Eyes snapping open, and quickly looked over. Almost frantic. But he stopped once he saw Yoongi, and sighed in relief. 

"Morning." Yoongi muttered. 

"Morning." Jimin replied. His voice hoarse. But he smiled. His eyes creasing in half moons. Then, a small yawn escaped his lips. Lazily rubbing his eyes afterwards.

Yoongi didn't know what to say further. Or if he should say something, or just let it be. He didn't remember it being this hard with Namjoon or Hoseok. But that was probably because latter was bent upon being friends with Yoongi, and he himsel didn't have to do much. And though, he did fight with Namjoon at times, Hoseok always got them back together.