Yoongi woke up from the sound of machines. He opened his eyes; the blinding light beaming brightly on his face. His vision was fuzzy and all he saw was the white ceiling staring down at him, or so he thought it was looking. But his vision sharpened like a developing Polaroid as his eyes adjusted to the dazzling light.

He doesn't know how long he was been asleep. His mind was fuzzy. Min Yoongi doesn't remember a thing nor does he know his name was Yoongi. However, he did remember something: he had had a terrible dream of devils and himself being possessed by those terrifying monsters. The image was flashing through his vision like flying cards. He remembers it vividly.

It was something more than just a terrible nightmare. It feels so real and his mind could not stop thinking of the horrifying face soliciting through his vision. His fingers began to tremble and Yoongi had to grip them tightly to stop them from shaking.

He looks around. The place looks different. His room doesn't have white walls, (he'd hated white for a silly reason it makes him feel like a dead body in a coffin and the feeling makes him sick), and definitely no boring paintings on the wall. Min Yoongi doesn't have taste in arts, even if how colorful and gorgeous they may seem in one's eyes, it doesn't change the fact they're just empty paints on a piece of rough sheet. They'll always be ugly for him and not artistic. Not impressive. Never beautiful.

His gaze shifted to the dextrose in his arm like a writhing snake injecting venom right through his veins. He scrutinized his arms and Yoongi saw the bruises, all yellow and purple dappled his arms, confirming it wasn't a dream.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts he didn't notice the door opening. "Oh, you're awake." A gravelly voice called from behind and Yoongi tilt his head in the direction of the person. He looks alarmed, but then, his expression softened after seeing who it was.

"Dr. Park," he whispered. His mouth slits in a ginormous smile and his eyes sparkled at the now pink-haired man. A feeling of great triumph tingled his stomach like the thin wings of a butterfly flapping in his liver. He remembered him very well; so well a dragon's eyes can tell the difference between the real gold and the fake. Dr. Park didn't change. He was still as handsome as ever. And Min Yoongi couldn't stop himself from admiring him just a little bit too much.

The man walked toward the bed. He held a bouquet of colorful tulips. "I was so worried about you. I was afraid you were not going to wake up ever again." The young boy chuckled at his statement.

"By the way, happy birthday," Dr. Park said, handing the bouquet to the latter with a slight blush of shyness flashing on his bubbly cheeks. A wide-eyed look came over Yoongi's face. He doesn't even remember it was his birthday today. Although it was nothing special as he never celebrated one before.

"Was it today?" He asked, bewildered.

Dr. Park hummed in response to his question. "I heard that you like tulips so I thought of buying you one as a gift," he added, brushing his sweaty palms together.

The pale boy took the flowers and muttered a ‘thank you’. He moved the flower closed to his nose and inhaled the soothing aroma of fresh honey and apple. The smile on his face grew bigger, the honey-like smell clings to the air and Yoongi find it hard to stop smelling its sweet addicting scent.

"How long I've been sleeping?" asked Yoongi. His eyes don't leave the flowers.

"Five days," replied Dr. Park. Yoongi wasn't surprised at all. He could sleep for a whole month if he wanted to. It was one of the things he was good at.

Sleeping. Sleep. Sleeping. Sleep.

And it goes on for weeks or more.

Dr. Park sat on the chair beside the bed, watching the beautiful lad plays with the flower he bought for him. A ghost of a smile touches his lips. Dr. Park could not see the difference between the tulips he was holding and the boy, there was hardly any difference at all. From his smooth 
delicate skin like the petals of a tulip to the perfect radiant shade of his cherry lips, like the elegant color of a pink tulip. Yoongi was indeed a flower. A lovely beautiful tulip.

Yoongi was the flower on his dying empty field that keeps beauty in his dreary life.

The webs blocking his thoughts from the feelings he has had for a long time had withered and his thoughts become clear to what his heart was telling him. Dr. Park no longer wants to fool himself. He was lying to himself for almost his entire life about what he really wanted to be and who he was—and that was going to end today.

"Yoongi," he said.

"Hmm?" Yoongi said and turned to him.

"I have something to tell you." He stared at his eyes. Dr. Park finds himself drowning in their deep purple color. He couldn't look away.

"What is it?"

His heart thudded rapidly against his rib. It was so loud and no doubt the latter could hear it as well. He starts sweating bullets. If there is something he was afraid of, it was not telling Yoongi how he feels but the fear of rejection makes him vulnerable.

He took a long breath in before speaking. "I-i knows it's crazy telling you this right now considering the place we're currently in and after what happened but Yoongi I want you to know that I love you," he said. "Not as a friend. Not as a patient. When I tell you I love you, it means as you to be my lover. You, being the root of my tree... My life...."

He added, "I want you to be mine, Yoongi. To be part of the tree I am growing and becoming. I want to be with you every moment of every day. You're my everything. Without you, my life wouldn't be complete."

Min Yoongi stared astounded at his confession. He looks back at his unblinking eyes. And then, a smile slowly swept on his pouty lips. "I know..." Dr. Park's eyes widened.

"What? You know?"

The boy only nodded and giggled lightly to himself. "My devils told me," he says.

"They really did that?"

"Hmm..." Yoongi uttered, "...sometimes they're nice. Sometimes they're my friends but most of the time, they're my enemy."

He glanced at Dr. Park and saw him listening. His face was as red as the heart of flame. And Yoongi thought it was cute.

"So... Will you be my boyfriend?" Dr. Park asked, he could feel his stomach flipping over end to end. He doesn't know how long he could stand it before the violent fear and flattering feeling melts him like the thawing snow.

Min Yoongi makes a humming sound and looks up as though to think and then nodded his head without a second thought and hesitation. "Hmm!"

Dr. Park's eyes glinted. His smile flickered across his face like a hologram. "Is that a yes?" Min Yoongi hummed again. "You're my boyfriend now?" He asked again and for the third time, the younger hummed in reply.

Dr. Park wasn't satisfied. He wasn't convinced at all. He doesn't just wanna hear it in a zipped hum of lips that words stick behind the tongue. He wants to hear Yoongi saying it with his saccharine voice like the soft melody in a fantastic paradise, only then he'll believe that he wasn't obliged. "No, I want you to say it," he demanded. Yoongi snickered. Blushing like a wedding night.

"Park Jimin, yes, I am your boyfriend now."

To the latter's surprise, Dr. Park moved closer to him. He held his face gently with his gigantic hand. Their faces are only inches away from each other, and Min Yoongi could feel his warm breath wafting against his skin. He stared back at the man's luminous burning coals of fire, orbs as sweet as chocolate and as solid as the oak. Reading his mind directly and Min Yoongi knew what he wants.

Slowly, his gaze skids toward his tantalizing succulent lips that were begging for him to wipe the colors in them using his tongue. He gulped, feeling the thirst like swallowing sand and desire to suck the juices out of the ripe berry.

Their face moves closer and closer as if there's a magnet pulling their lips together and there's no other way they could pull away. Dr. Park closed his eyes, waiting to feel Yoongi's soft lips on top of his.

A minute passed and it never happened. He waits a couple more, thinking that Yoongi was shy and just gathering strength. The lad opened his mouth to speak.

"Hmm... Dr. Park?" he called unsurely.

"It's Jimin for ya, baby," Dr. Park said still having his eyes closed. "Go on, baby, I'm waiting."

"Okay, Jimin... I'm hungry..." Upon hearing it, Dr. Park opened his eyes. His face shows disappointment but the man smiled confidently, however, the awkwardness shone in his eyes.

"Of course, you are. Wait here, I'll buy you food. Just a minute." He stood up from his chair and walks out of the room. Dr. Park went to the cafeteria to buy something for his boyfriend to eat.

Meanwhile, in the room, Yoongi waited patiently for his boyfriend to return.

On the thin surface of deafening silence, he thought he heard the door creak very slowly. It was painfully awful, like the sound of an old rusty door being open after one hundred decades' nobody touches the doorknob. He sat up straight. The door was ajar. He quivered. "Jimin? Is that you?" He called, trying to see through the small space in the slightly opened door. There was no one outside. The door was heavy for the wind to push it open, almost impossible for a slight blow of wind.

He saw a shadow flit across his vision. It darted fast to the wall and gone like a little patch of night. Yoongi listened to the soft whispers of the wind, as though they are trying to communicate with him, but the voices are nothing more than just a silent murmur. Yoongi wasn't certain if he wants to know what they were saying, perhaps it's better to pretend to not hear at all.

The Mysterious shadow leaped from object to object with its gigantic scuttling feet, approaching closer to him.

His heart pounds like a drum in his chest, fast and hot in anticipation of something—anything. At the moment, Min Yoongi could not stop sweating. He felt like he was on fire and like he might spontaneously combust at any moment, like someone had set a slow and steady match beneath his center, deep in the pit of his stomach.

If he was back in the nightmare he'd dread and wish to forget, Yoongi wants nothing but to wake up. He thought he'd finally escape them, but it seemed that he had not lost them. Perhaps they found him.

"I am not afraid of you," the man said bravely, but his voice was trembling. His eyes couldn't hide the tangible fear that coated him.

As agile as a tiger, the shadow scoots and stops right in front of him. The dark figure came with now-familiar features, grinning from ear to ear and eyes glinting with wrath.

"You should be." He says with a deep voice that caused the hair on the back of Yoongi's neck to prickle. 

"Who are you?" He asked. The man made no reply. He just continue to stare at him with his unsettling gaze and silly smile.

Yoongi heard a small gentle voice telling him to run in the back of his mind, but he has no strength, and his body refused to obey what his mind is telling him. So he sat there, looking at the strange man, expecting him to be gone after a blink of an eye. Yoongi was frozen. He couldn't blink nor move. He's only certain about one thing, this man was doing something to him that prevents him from creating any movement.

The man took out a knife from his back. His smile grew impossibly bigger. His eyes glitter with ecstasy.

"Your life is worthless, but I'll take it anyway," he said and stabbed the knife right into the boy's face. He gets on top of him. The knife squelch against the flesh and blood spattered on his face. Tittering, he jabbed him repeatedly in the face until he couldn't be recognized.

****

Dr. Park was on his way back to the room when he heard the shrill note of the alarm from Min Yoongi's room. He hurried to the door.

The time slowed down for Dr. Park. He was frozen. His vision was red. Blood stained the walls and pool the bed. The corpse of his boyfriend lay there on top like a lump of dead meat.

His eyes locked with his burning gaze like the agonizing luminous flame of scorching molten lava. He's trapped in his deadly stare of glowing red eyes. Dr. Park couldn't see anything in his eyes but pure hatred and malice.

Dr. Park's breath hitched. "Taehyung?"

His mouth slowly opened showing his big pointed teeth like sharp metals that would rend human flesh to shreds. Dr. Park could not help to wonder how painful it would be if they happen to sink into his muscles. But he also wouldn't probably want to have them between his bones and flesh. Not when he's awake.

"Oh, Dr. Park, you're just on time. Yoongi left just a while ago," he says in a sweet tone. The blade shone sparkly in his hand like a frenzy eye of death. He smiled lovingly at the astounded man. The blood dripped from his hand onto the white tile.

"...Now I'm thinking... why don't you go with him? So he won't be lonely. I'm sure Yoongi would love to have you next to him... Like always he wanted it to be..." He stopped and looked straight at him, the rictus on his cheeks expanding as a threatening fog hovered above. "...to be by your side... forever..."

Dr. Park felt his knees quiver and he fell to the floor. The booming was furious and incessant. It was his heart, which seemed to swell into a mallet and swing against his rib cage, a drum full of dirt that might burst at any moment. When he looks up, the possessed man was already feeling his way in his direction. The smarmy smile on his psychotic face doesn't leave.

"Don't worry, I will make it less painful for you."

He beamed with care and amusement as betokened of his wish to take the soul of the broken man into his hand. And he did take his soul into his hand as his arms went through his chest and gouge a hole in his back. And he clutched his beating heart in his palm.

Dr. Park choked as the blood leaked into the side of his mouth. He felt his eyelids grow heavy as the life slowly fade in his eyes. He gave what he promised him, just like how he swore it would be—he doesn't feel any pain. Dr. Park doesn't know if it was the shock that was delaying the pain from traveling throughout his body or the empty feeling of no longer having the beating soul flicking against his rib. As he was only sure about one thing, he doesn't have regrets and had wholeheartedly accepted the fate that bounds on his feet.

The lulling melody of his sweet poisonous giggles died away as he lets himself fall into the ceaseless sea of a never-ending void.

THE END.