"I'm escaping from my dark past, shining on my path again, tiresome days that drove me crazy..."

~Hellevator-Stray Kids

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Kyung-mi didn't want to go home after dinner. She didn't say why, she just begged Namjoon for a place to sleep, and though he argued she should go home and there was no room for her to stay, Seokjin had done a fair job of making sure she stayed, offering his room, pouting, making puppy-dog eyes at Namjoon, offering food and hugs kisses and whatever else he could possibly offer.

Yoongi hadn't seen it before because he was fucking stupid apparently, but it seemed so obvious now that Namjoon and Seokjin were together. Jungkook had reminded him of the possibility, and now he saw it plainly as if advertised, and if they were trying to keep it secret, they weren't doing a very good job at all. Even without the direct public affection, it was obvious they cared for each other.

But either way, Seokjin had thoroughly convinced Namjoon to let Kyung-mi stay, through his usual flirting and holding something that happened before with him over his head, but what Yoongi didn't realize immediately was that in her staying, she was kicking him right off the couch, and when he did, he was what Seokjin called, 'Grumpies'.

Seokjin blew it off like any mom would and just used it as a way to poke at him, "Oh, its not that bad, Yoongi, you can sleep on the floor, I'll set up a little place for you to sleep." Seokjin said from the kitchen, washing dishes, glass clattering around with the occasional sound of the hollow plastic cup.

Why does he have so many plastic cups? There's no kids in here.

Yoongi grumbled to himself, already sitting on the floor as Kyung-mi was laying on the couch, wearing one of Jin's shirts for pajamas and her Boy-short underwear. The shirt was long, coming down over her knobby knees so she wasn't visibly indecent, it was otherwise a nightgown on her, but with Yoongi's knowledge that she had nothing but a bra and boxer-brief styled panties under it, it made him feel weird, and hyper-aware of every move she made.

"Yah, Seokjin," Yoongi awkwardly shifted and looked at the wall for a second, his voice breaking a very silent moment, "Can't she at least have some pants or something...?" Yoongi asked, glancing at Kyung-mi, who was laying on the couch, the blanket up to her nose and only her eyes and top of her head showing, obviously having picked up on the fact that Yoongi was glancing in the first place.

But Yoongi hadn't spoken very loud, a little embarrassed about asking since it implied that it made him uncomfortable since Kyung-mi would definitely hear it, though she already knew and her cheeks were a shade of baby pink, and being uncomfortable meant he wasn't thinking the purest of thoughts.

Honestly, He wasn't thinking the purest of thoughts, but he couldn't help that much as long as Kyung-mi was almost naked basically. In his head he mostly tried to blame her and her cute personality and warm soft skin and insisted in his head that must be why.

Kyung-mi peeked her head out from the blankets more and looked at him for a moment, just staring, her eyes holding nothing but a shimmer and no emotion behind them and Yoongi wondered if this was a sign she needed her medicine, and if she had brought her medicine. He wasn't sure what happened when she didn't have her medicine, because any time he saw her, she was mostly fine, she'd gone a whole night without it and woke up fine, gone out to see a sunrise with him and was still fine. It was just when she was quiet, when she stared right through him and became a ghost that she wasn't normal.

The lights flickered for a second, dimmed and got brighter, then went completely out. Kyung-mi froze, didn't scream, didn't move, and Yoongi could feel the change with his back against the couch, but across the house, Jin audibly freaked out, screaming and dropping something on the floor that sounded like it shattered into thousands of pieces.

"Shit! It's okay, everything is alright, it's under control! I've got it!" Jin says, then does what sounds like immediately tripping over something followed by things falling over and another scream.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, though no one can see it in the dark, but he soon feels a hand grab his collar, and he freezes for a moment before he realizes the hands are small and belong to Kyung-mi.

"Yah, Kyung-mi, you scared me, don't do that shit, it--" He paused, realizing this grip has much longer nails than he remembered Kyung-mi having... in fact, to his memory, her nails were bitten fairly short.

This feels like.... no....no...no...no! That's not....He reached out for the hand, just to touch it, then when he did, he felt what he knew her hand to be and sighed in relief, making sure to feel the tips of her fingers for the fake nails he thought he felt through his shirt and looked back to confirm.

"Yoongi...?" Kyung-mi asked, her face peeking out of the blanket, "Are you okay?"

Yoongi shook his head, looking away from her, "It's just dark....I'm making monsters and bitchy high-schoolers out of nothing..." He said that, but his heart was still pounding from the shock of it, the touch all to real for his liking.

Eventually, Jin came out of the kitchen wielding a black crank-able faraday flashlight, looking a little more than slightly distraught the power was out, and waving the flashlight everywhere.

"Okay, we have three primary theories for why the power went out." He says, then holds up three fingers, showing both Yoongi and Kyung-mi very slowly to make sure they see as if they were 18 months old and didn't know numbers. "One is that I didn't pay the electricity bill, and I know I did, so that's out. Two is that there's a city-wide power outage, and we're just one of many victims. And Three is that we're all about to be robbed and kidnapped or something." He said, completely serious.

Yoongi gave him a thumbs up, "That last option makes me feel really warm and fuzzy inside, thanks for that." He said, rolling his eyes.

Jin flashed the flashlight in Yoongi's eyes, "Watch it mister."

He squinted against the light and Kyung-mi giggled.

Then a hand went over Jin's mouth and an arm went around his waist, pulling him back as Jin screamed, making him drop his flashlight, and then Kyung-mi's giggle stopped and Yoongi froze.

"Oppa....?" Kyung-mi asked quietly, her voice not much more than a squeak in the silent dark.

Tentatively, Yoongi reached out for the flashlight, picking it up and shining it out where Jin was, not seeing anyone, and immediately, Kyung-mi threw her arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer to her, but mostly just choking him.

"Where is he...?? Where is he...??" She asked frantically, her tone filled with panic and on the verge of tears.

In response, Yoongi looked around the room for any trace of Jin, not finding any. Every sound he hears being investigated with a swift flash of the flashlight, and each search not yielding anything but an empty room. For a moment, he wondered if that last option was the truth--if they were really being murdered or robbed and if Seokjin was dead, because in that instant he was ready to take every mean thing he had said back.

Then one flash reveals a figure coming toward him to fast to see, and before he knows it he's screaming and so is Kyung-mi, dropping the flashlight and reaching for Kyung-mi and they're clinging to each other.

"Boo~!" Namjoon says, laughing, "Gotcha Squirtle~ Don't look so tough now do you?"

He wanted to kill him, after the screaming wore off, he wanted nothing more than to slap Namjoon in the face, and beat the smile off his smartass face, "You bitch!! You scared the hell out of us!!" Yoongi yelled at him instead, grabbing hold of his collar.

"Ah, but look how close you two are now. I ship it, Squirtle, don't mess it up." Namjoon said, smiling like an idiot.

Yoongi growled under his breath, but then saw Kyung-mi cowering into him, sitting on his lap and her face buried in his chest, whispering things over and over like, 'I'm okay, I'm okay', her tone still panicked and frantic, and he couldn't help putting an arm around her to calm her down.

"She's terrified!! Does she even have her meds with her? Did you just fucking do this to someone who struggles with being stable?!" Yoongi asked in a growl. He wouldn't expect thoughtless behavior from Namjoon, not like this, not when Kyung-mi trusted them so much that she called them her brothers. And knowing how hard it was for her to trust and how few friends she had, this could hurt her.

Namjoon smiled softly, "Glad you're thinking of someone else for a change." He said, pulling himself out of Yoongi's grasp and straightening his collar before going off to his room.

Yoongi spent a fair amount of time grumbling to himself about how fucked up that whole thing was, saying words even he rarely brought out before realizing literally that no one cared, or was listening except Kyung-mi, who deserved better right now anyway. Her body was nothing but a shaking mess, even her teeth chattering like a machine gun.

"Yah...Kyung-mi...." He started, then realized he wasn't sure how to comfort her. It wasn't exactly his best skill to comfort anyone given no one had ever really showed him that except Jin, so it was rough and awkward and she stiffened up more.

He gently helped her lay down into to a somewhat familiar position to how they talked last time, hoping the familiarity would help her find calm, even though it was the floor and the shaking was making her to hit her head a little.

Yoongi sighed and laid down with her, putting a hand under her head so she wouldn't hurt herself, looking at her in the face as his eyes adjusted to the slightly lit room, "You have your medicine? Did you bring it?" when she shook her head between shivering he swore, "Why the hell did he scare you like this..."

She was shaking pretty bad, whispering to herself, none of that could be very good for her. So with a lot of back and forth with himself, he eventually got closer to her, putting his arm over her and hugging her. Not tightly, not even around her properly, just something to let her know she wasn't alone.

"Kyung-mi." He said softly as he could to get the idea of calm in her head, he didn't know what he was doing as far as mental health or calming or anything but this made sense, so he went with it. "I Know you don't really like me....but...try to calm down....You need to calm down...you're safe.....I'm safe....Namjoon--the asshole, and Jin are safe and all the lights will be back in the morning...."

Kyung-mi's breathing slowed a little and she brought herself closer to Yoongi, closing the intentional gap he'd left. And though He'd done this kind of shit with Jae-hwa, it wasn't the same with Kyung-mi. For one she wasn't 75% silicone and actually had warmth and a heartbeat and breasts that weren't fake or stuffed to make look bigger, she was real. and terrified.

She was calming down a little, but not all the way, but she wasn't pulling away from him, she kept herself close.

"Yah....Jeez, Kyung-mi....I like personal space." He said, though he didn't really expect or want her to move.

He gently went through her short hair, thinking about things, about how for once, He must look like a good person to her. Maybe Namjoon had meant it like that, maybe it was coincidence, but now he must not seem too bad if she was willing to just cuddle up to him.

"You know...." Yoongi started in a whisper, just to break the silence, because even to him it was too quiet, "When I was little....When it was dark....I used to be scared...and I guess that's natural human bullshit, since we're weak and fragile anyway, we fear what we don't know, and....in the dark.....our eyes are shit so..." He paused, realizing this wasn't exactly a great bedtime story, "When I was alone.....In my room....Small and alone...I used to hug a stuffed animal I had gotten from some spoiled ass kid's garbage but.....eventually I learned that the dark wasn't something to worry about...Dark was just like....something that made me normal. It stripped away whatever made people not normal or normal, the color of our eyes, the color of our skin, gender, sexuality, beliefs, and it made us all the same." He stroked Kyung-mi's head softly, "You can't see yourself in the dark. Shit, sometimes it's like you don't exist in the dark, sometimes, I feel safest in the dark..."

"W-why'd you quit..." Kyung-mi asked softly, "The Piano..."It was a random question, and he sighed upon hearing it, that was years ago, years of heartbreak ago when he had a passion for it and it was his first real love, "Because...I loved it....and anytime I was happy, my mother would beat me so there wasn't a time when I was happier than her."

A long silence followed, this one, Yoongi didn't want to fill, and Kyung-mi seemed fine with this silence, probably mulling it over. As much as Kyung-mi said she wasn't loved and this new guy was replacing her in her 'mother's' heart, she loved her.

Her mother didn't beat her.

After a while, Kyung-mi's breathing slowed and became a soft snore, and Yoongi grabbed the blanket and pillow she had on the couch and eased the pillow under her head and covered both her and himself with the blanket, not wanting to move away from her in case she panicked since Namjoon and Jin seemed to be of no help whatsoever.

And Kyung-mi is warm.

He closed his eyes, trying to get himself to sleep, his eyes heavy anyway.

Kyung-mi isn't that bad...

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"Who are you, Yoongi? You're worthless as you always were."

Yoongi woke up with a start, seeing fire around him and immediately hyperventilating, the flames engulfing furniture and tearing it apart, the apartment on fire and even the blanket he had around himself and Kyung-mi starting to catch.

"Kyung-mi!! Kyung-mi!!" He yelled, shaking her, panicking.

Soon Jin came out of the room, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and boxers, and Namjoon wasn't far behind, "Calm down!! Whats going on??"

Yoongi looked around, "Are you fucking kidding me?? Use your eyes!"

Jin looked around for a moment, confused, and Namjoon did the same, and they both came to look back at him, squinting.

Kyung-mi touched his shoulder lightly, and Yoongi jumped a bit, still in a panic. The look in her face was nothing but worry, fear, and confusion.

"Yoongi....There's nothing there...."

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A/N:

You know what I love about perspective? It all depends on who's telling the story, the narrative. I'm going over this in class, so I'm thinking of it a lot XDDD

For instance, Yoongi is more or less who's eyes you're seeing everything from, but you only know what he would know and can only read as he perceives the things he encounters.

Therefore, if he was losing his mind, his perception can be questioned, but you cannot know what others are seeing unless they say tell you, so moments when he's alone, how would you know it's accurate?

If that doesn't mess with you hooonnnneeeyyyyyyy, i don't know what will ^~^)/

also hello my name is bob :)

~Neri <3