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it's been a couple more months.

"did you hear?"

"hear what?"

"the news."

"what about it?"

"someone. someone found something by the ocean."

"what did they find?"

"yoon, please."

"what?!"

namjoon's eyes started to water. his eyes were turning red and his face showed clear stress. there was nothing yoongi hoped more than for him to wake up from his nightmare.

"yoongi, please wake up."

it's been two and a half years.

it's all been emptiness. nothing to feel except the thick air lingering in the empty space in the room.

yoongi slowly opened his eyes but quickly shut them after seeing how bright the room is. he was on a white bed with IVs stuck into his veins. without thinking, the male next to him started to call out to him.

then, a man with a white coat entered his room with ladies in the same fabric next to him. they all helped yoongi to stay awake. something seemed off.

the air. it wasn't suffocating him. it seemed new, like a new environment was out there to help him breathe better.

yoongi looked around but nothing helped him to figure out where he was. soon, the people helping him left the room, leaving him with a lady checking on his vitals.

"w-where am i?" yoongi asked.

"you're in a hospital," the lady smiled, "you're lucky to wake up. not many do."

"what does that mean?"

"you've been here, in a coma, for two years. but we managed to keep you alive on life support while we waited for you to wake up."

yoongi looked at his hands and he suddenly took in a sharp breath. the air quality was much better and he felt free. for once.

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