TaekookIsTheNewBOOK
The thought hit him harder than the noise.
His gaze drifted through the narrow gap beneath the desk, vision shaking as he watched figures move through the chaos. Red accents flashed. Bodies darted. And there-there was Yoongi.
Still standing. Still commanding. Still pushing forward.
Farmboy's fingers dug into the floor. If he hadn't moved. If he hadn't-
"Hey."
The voice was close.
Too close.
He jerked violently, breath hitching as a presence slid under the desk beside him, sudden and urgent. His body recoiled on instinct, heart slamming so hard it hurt-
"Hey, hey- it's okay." The voice softened immediately, cutting through the noise like a hand on his chest. "You're okay. It's just me."
Me.
The word landed wrong.
Farmboy stared, eyes struggling to focus as the figure resolved in front of him. His face flickered-relief crashing straight into something sharper, something that hurt.
Because he didn't know who "me" was anymore. Who was he?