《I look up to the sky to talk to you, because I know I can't look beside me to see you there anymore》

Get ready for some trippy shit

- cute-namjoonie ♡

JIMIN'S POV

I clambered through the doorway, fingers clutching the peeling, white frame. My chubby fingertips dug into the wood, the pressure making the skin turn a lighter hue. I shakily stepped into the room, the gentle scent of cigarettes wafting into my nose, alongside the sweet smell of apples. I cringed; the familiar scent reminding me of Yoongi. I closed my eyes and breathed out a deep sigh, breath reverberating as it slipped past my lips to escape into the silent room. My grip on the doorway loosened, and I felt myself fall to my knees in a wretched heap, the carpet rubbing uncomfortably against my shins. Dragging my hands up my crumpled legs, I began to sob into my palms. My tears trickled down my wrist, but each inch of my hand felt like it was covered in Yoongi's warm, sticky blood, the thought immediately making me whimper and recoil from my own limbs. I stared at my hands, the thought of crimson staining each crevice making bile rise in my throat. I turned my head to the side, choking up sickly yellow vomit onto the clean carpet. Cringing at the taste in my mouth, I had realised that the bitterness had tasted somewhat metallic. Cautiously, I placed my index and middle finger into my mouth, pulling out a string of red saliva. I choked at the sight of blood, breath immediately hitching sharply in my throat.

Tilting my head back to look at the ceiling, I let out another sigh. My eyes were now open, staring at the dull white paint that was layered thickly onto the slab above. Reaching out my hand, I attempted to grab something, anything, to feel his touch again. My lips parted, and tears pricked my eyes once again.

"Y-Yoongi?" I started, eyes still glued upwards. Breathing was the only sound heard, and I continued looking up, softly talking.

"Yoongi I miss you. You're not dead; you'd never give up that easily, right? We're still gonna be that old couple that bickers about stupid stuff like what to have for dinner, yeah? So wake up for me, please, wake up so I know that we can live like that. I want to be Min Jimin, Yoongi. I want you to hold me at night, for us to get married, for us to have kids. I want that. I want you - forever. Wake up f-for me, y-yeah? Y-Yoongi, g-give me a s-sign; anyth-thing, p-pleas-se," and at that moment, I had sworn that I felt some sort of breeze drift past me, the soft gliding of hands across my back. But I laughed weakly, my head falling forwards to stare at my wrists. My finger traced up and down my arm, the way Yoongi used to when he'd try to calm me down.

"W-where are y-you when I n-need you, Yoon-ngi? W-wake me up-p, I b-beg y-you," I whispered weakly, my voice wavering after each word. Each crack in my speech was like another crack in my heart, and I began to shake violently, the tears relentlessly flowing down my cheeks. They dripped onto my thighs, seeping through the denim, the warmth settling onto my skin. My breath hitched and I wrapped my arms around myself, attempting to replicate the skinny arms of my boyfriend. Slowly, I rocked back and forth, imagining me sitting on Yoongi's lap as he would try to put me to sleep. But his touch wasn't there, and I found myself crying and heaving into my crossed arms.

"Yoongi, Y-Yoongi, Yoon-ngi," I chanted, voice cracking after each repetition of his name. Some tears slipped past my parted lips, the salty flavour settling onto my tongue, mingling with the sour taste of vomit. I shook my head weakly, refusing to believe that Yoongi wasn't here. Sobs wracked through my body, my chanting quietening to soft whispers; almost mantra-like. I squeezed my eyes shut, breath quickening in pace and head feeling light. My grip tightened on my arms, rocking slowing down, and I felt my body go limp and hit the floor.

"Jimin!"
"Yoongi! Yahh~ I missed you," I mumbled into his neck as he pulled me in for a hug. I felt his hands run up my back, tracing hearts into my shoulder blades.
"How was school, baby?"
"School was great! I learnt so much, I got a reward from Mr.Kim!"
"What did you get?" He asked, kissing my black hair softly. I reached into my back pocket, pulling out two lollipops from my jeans. Yoongi quirked his eyebrow and I smiled, the two lollies laying in my palm.
"Two? Wow my baby must've done really well," he commented, thumb running across my cheekbone as he cupped my face. I averted my gaze, shy to tell him why I really had two.
"I actually... I wanted you to have one too."
"Why?"
"Because I love you."
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose, and then moving down to peck my lips.
"And I love you too."

We both sat down by the stairs to Yoongi's house, and stared out into the road. Yoongi's hand had found mine, and our fingers intertwined with one another's, the warmth of his touch spreading through me. The sky was painted a dark blue, streaks of purple cutting through and the slight shine of stars littering the evening sky. I smiled when his hand squeezed mine, taking out my finished lolly and placing it beside me. He turned me to face him, eyes shrouded by his blonde hair, but they still pierced into my own, making me blush and shiver under his stare. Suddenly, he pulled me in for a kiss, his lips meeting mine softly and shortly.
"Mm. Strawberry."

I watched Yoongi walk beside me, while I walked on top of the line of bricks that were on the side leading to the road. I heard the soft laughter of a woman, and I looked up, seeing my mother beside Yoongi. Her eyes were glassy and cold, but her bruised lips were pulled up into a soft smile. Her body was wrapped in a beautiful white gown, and her black hair hung delicately by her shoulders. She held Yoongi's shoulder, suddenly stopping him in his tracks. He stepped next to her, and I stopped - confused.

"Sometimes we need to say goodbye."

She whispered, her lips ghosting by the shell of my ear.

Then, on the floor laid my mother, her eyes cold and hard, white gown now a hospital blanket covering her up. Her eyes and forehead were seen, hair splayed out.

"Beautiful," she whispered beneath the cloth.

Next, lay my first love, hand outstretched towards me, blood caked into his fingernails.

"Ugly," he mustered, jaw hanging off his face and fingers twitching sporadically.

My breathing was cut off, and everything went black. Suddenly, I was sat in a blue - walled room.

I had no idea where I was.

I felt something shift behind me - no, not something, someone.

Yoongi.

I didn't turn around, the smell of cigarettes indicating it was him. My eyes were fixed in front of me, but soon, fingertips - now a hand - shrouded my vision. A breath washed down my neck, teeth nipping at my ear lobe.

"Lie."

I woke up, my body jerking painfully. The stench of vomit in the silent room made my head whirl momentarily, but the sad truth still lingered in the air.

"Y-Yoongi?" I attempted, expecting a reply. I closed my eyes, thinking that I was still dreaming, but when I pinched the skin of my arm, I still whimpered and found myself in the empty, putrid bedroom.

"This is... it's a lie. I s-swear, I-I'm c-caught in a l-lie."

I really like writing a bit of fantasy, especially when it's dream based.... and totally themed on 《WINGS》

- cute-namjoonie ♡