Yoongi's POV

*Flashback*

7 / June / 2010

Seoul - 10:24 am

Already, the day was bright and sunny.

And already, a 17 years old boy had the biggest smile on his young face as his two legs sprinted like their lives depended on it towards a smooth birch wooden door that was located at the end of this plain white corridor.

With one fast-beating heart, Yoongi breathed in a lung full of air which failed to lessen down his excitement but still smells of antiseptic mixed with soap and cleanliness which he has already gotten used to.

Of course, he has...he visited the hospital for 2 years and was forced to leave his studies behind just to be taught like a 14 years old kid when he should already be trying his luck getting into a nice college for all this.

But Yoongi doesn't regret it because once that wooden door slides open like a dream he never knew would come true, his youthful eyes landed on his mother in a wheelchair with the biggest gummy smile on her wrinkling face.

Her precious smile has a different warmth to it than the one she would use to grant him every visit.

"My son, Yoongi."

"Mom!" With the stinging of hot tears already forming at the back of his eyes, Yoongi ran towards his mother and crashes onto his weak knees just to hold her soft hands with broken sobs falling from his thin quivering lips.

"Don't cry my baby, you know I hate it when you cry like this." Shaking her head in disapproval, Mother slowly leaned forward and give her son a loving peck on the crown of his head before resting against the wheelchair.

"I-I'm s-sorry." The black-haired boy squeezed lightly onto his mother's thin hand before lifting his chin up to watch how an identical gummy smile forms on her pink healthy lips. "I missed you mother."

"I missed you too Yoongi yah." Becoming flustered by her son's rare confession, the middle-aged woman broke out into small happy giggles before her boba like eyes soon started searching for a man. "Now where is that idiot? Don't tell me he's late again, y'know I still remember whe-"

"My love!" The room's hospital door flying open once again, a tall suited man entered with a heaving chest and ragged breathing as if he has been running just like his own son's horrible state a few minutes ago.

"Min Jae, you moron!" She yelped out with a cranky face but soon gasped in surprise after noticing the bouquet of Daffodils in her husband's sweating hand. "Who are these for you cheesy bastard?"

"Who else? You." Father also smiled brightly as he nonchalantly walked over and leaned over to give his lovely wife a quick peck on the cheeks before kneeling down with the reaching out bouquet.

"Yoongi yah, do you know what Daffodils symbolise?" Yoongi's mother asked with a soothing voice while accepting the bouquet with flushed pink cheeks.

"No, I don't." The 17 years old shooked his head from left to right, confused as to why his mother has asked such a meaningless question.

"It means rebirth and a new beginning." The woman's features softened as her husband only smiled fondly while Yoongi was startled from how his mother has melodically spoken those words which somehow left an impact on all of them.

"Let's go home now, shall we?"

Home.

' A new beginning and rebirth of something beautiful after years of sadness and part ways. '

Seoul - 12:36 pm

"Mom. mom, what are going to cook when we get back home?" The smiling 17 years old boy perks up in wonder as he turned to look at his mother with shimmering black orbs which were full of excitement.

"Well, I obviously didn't forget my son's favourite seaweed soup."

"Hey! what about me? I like your seaweed soup too honey." Father butted in, sounding offended at the lack of attention he was receiving from his dear wife who has been especially clingy to their son since she was discharged.

"MinJae, are you like five?" The woman laughed loudly once she caught a glimpse of her husband's pouty lips while driving onto the bridge with his eyes focused on the road ahead. "Of course, I will cook your bibimbap too silly."

"Dad, you're such a softie." With a teasing grin on his face, Yoongi smartly pointed out before bursting into fits of laughter with his mother who could not agree more.

"Once you found the person you like, you would understand how the world of being a simp work."

"I think I already know." Yoongi silently thought to himself when his mind wanders off to someone in particular who has the silliest smile on his adorable face whenever they made eye contact.

"Dad..."

"Yes, son?" Minjae glanced at the rearview mirror before paying his attention back on the road as they were getting nearer towards the bridge's end, only 15 minutes away from home.

"You know that cute little boy I brought to our hou-"

Out of a sudden like heavy rain on a sunny day, ragged coughing sounds filled up the car and Yoongi's words were cut short as he immediately turned to look at his mother's side with worrying eyes. "Mom, did you catch a cold?"

"Don't w-worry- hack! I'm- hack! fine." Yoongi's mother reassured with a dismissive wave and tries to clear her cloudy throat just to only start coughing again right after.

However, the unpleasant and jagged sound only intensified and now, Yoongi's eyes were switching their focus frantically between his mother's hands that were feebly covering her opened mouth and her squeezed shut eyes after every loud cough.

"Mom, why are you coughing?!" The 17 years old boy shouted in panic as his father managed to steal a quick glance at his wife before forcing his eyes back on the road as they were only a few seconds away from stopping at the traffic lights.

"Are you okay darling?" Minjae slowly asked from the driver's seat and tries his best not to take any more glances.

However, Yoongi's eyes almost instantly widened like a vast ocean at the unusual sight of the bright colour of red splattering against the passenger leather seat where his father was driving in.

At that moment of realisation where his tightly clenched heart drops to the bottom of the sea, a terrified gasp escaped his mouth like the air inside his beaten lungs at his mother who was coughing...blood.

"Blood!" Yoongi shrieked.

Eyes suddenly becoming twitchy for the first time in his life, he watches his mother coughing her lungs out with her chest popping back in and out nonstop while countless drops of blood rolls down her chin and fall like rain onto the long floral skirt.

"B-blood?! What's happening back there?!" The suited middle-aged man shouted in a hoarse voice before his worried face grew paler than paper when he looked back to only caught a glimpse of crimson red.

*Hack!* *Hack!*

The car which was once fragranced with the light scent of Daffodils now smelled like a filthy pool of Iron and metal combined but the horrible ragged sounds only continue without a break for air which can help the poor woman's infected lungs.

And that's when Yoongi finally realised something.

"THEY LIED! THEY FUCKING DID! MOM ISN'T CURED, THE DOCTORS LIED!"

*Hack!* *Ahem!* *Hack!*

"DAD! WHAT DO WE DO?! IT'S BLOOD! BLOOD IS ALL OVER THE CAR!" Looking at his father who was clenching his hands tightly around the steering wheel, Yoongi yelled out like a helpless little kid who did not know what to do in such an unfortunate situation like this one.

All the boy could do was let his eyes welled up with hot streaming tears while the car travels faster than before as if it wanted to match the coughing sounds and accompany his thundering heartbeat.

*Hack!* *H-hack!*

"Yoona! Min Yoona!" Minjae desperately called out his lover's name while turning on his shoulders to look at the backseat over and over again but the woman dressed in a beautiful floral dress which was already covered in her fresh blood won't stop gagging and spitting.

From the right passenger seat, Yoongi watches in terror at everything that was happening so fast.

With his mother who started choking on her own blood which was filling up her mouth and preventing any air from entering, his father's loud yells mixing so horribly with the suffocating coughs and lastly, Yoongi's mind that goes numb at the scene that plays right before him.

Those sounds bled Yoongi's ears and he did not enjoy hearing it then.

In a sudden panic of their forgotten surrounding, Yoongi perks his head up and take a glimpse of the outside world through the clear glass mirror and that is when he became aware of how his father was still speeding up with pair of eyes that weren't staring ahead but at his dying mother.

"Dad! The road! ROAD!" Yoongi screamed blaringly with a racing heart but the tension that builds easily like lego blocks inside his falling apart guts vanished almost too suddenly when his alerted eyes go still at another large vehicle that was heading directly towards them at maximum speed.

*Hack!* *HACK!* *HACK!*

"Yoona! Y-yoona! Breathes in! Please!" His vision blurring up like thick fogs because of the tears which cloud up inside his eyes, Minjae begged as the only sound he could hear at that moment was his wife's deafening melodies and not the ear-splitting horns from the cars around him.

"Yoona-"

"Dad!!!"

"What son?!" The weeping father snapped his neck to his screaming son and at that split second once he sees the drained look on Yoongi's face, he flinched back to life and hears all the booming sound of honks and screeching tires. "Shit!"

*HaCK!* *hAcKk!*

Yoongi's cries of terror broke free and immediately mixes with the coughings as his blood runs colder than ice that couldn't be melt at the scene that happens right before his witnessing eyes.

Father's foot that stomped onto the brake paddle in full force was way too late; they have already crossed the traffic lights and it was only a matter of a second until the large grey truck knocks them out of the road like a useless chest piece.

Seoul's Bridge - 13:19 pm

Yoongi shuts his eyes tight at the unbearably strong impact but within 7 quick seconds, the gagging sounds that his suffocating mother makes along with his father's sickening yells stop at once as if the teenager has become dead and entered the afterlife.

But when the 17 years old opened his soiled lids, water was his only surrounding.

Eyes widening from fear as they stare through the car's front windshield, little waves of blue bubble crashes heavily like a tornado against the badly shaped vehicle as empires of water ripple climb up and does not waste their chance to sink the useless chunk of metal.

"No n-no no..." Words of denial slip past Yoongi's quivering lips as his head begins to spin once the feeling of pain erupts just now because of the truck which thrown them off the bridge and crashes his head back onto the leather headrest in full force.

At that moment, Yoongi's body felt the numbest it has ever been and he found his bursting out tears merging with the leaking salty seawater that managed to seep through the little cracks and makes him shivers at its coldness against his fragile skin.

"Mom? D-dad?" Voice strained and barely audible, the crying boy whimpered as he brought his knees up and let the car sink further whilst his charcoal orbs get stuck at how peaceful his mother looked even if there are mist of blood encircling her thin body.

Because of the hectic water, the only sound his mother could make was silent coughs and Yoongi hated it.

Also, because of how the car's roof on her side was much compressed compared to Yoongi's less damaged ones and because of the surrounding bloody water which traps the woman's freedom, the despaired boy was forced to peel his gaze away.

As the violent water started rushing into the car, Yoongi frenziedly searches for his father but all that was left are the endless streams of gushing blood from his father's smashed head and chunks of smashed glass pieces tearing his skin open.

And also because of hectic water, the only sound Yoongi's father could make was muted shouts and he fucking hated it.

"I-I need to survive, I have to see him, I can't leave him right now." Like a sudden cold breeze of realisation in the scorching summer weather, the 17 years old boy says in between his broken sobs as the cold yet brutal water quickly reaches his nose level and leaves no more time for him to take another gasp of air.

He hates being there; in a broken car filled with endless leaks, the perfume of metallic red and the sight he was sure to never forget of his sleeping parents who looked painfully peaceful.

However, when he tries opening the car handle in a rush, the door won't budge and made his entire being froze for a few panicking seconds before his mind instinctively comes up with another plan which was to kick his way out like a total badass they would say.

As bubbles of oxygen managed to escape Yoongi's sealed lips with every desperate kick he makes, the already damaged car door became much more of a wreck as the connected piece of metal goes loose and that was when Yoongi was sure he would survive and live to see that silly smile again.

Despite the oxygen he has used up and left no more for his hungry lungs to breathe in pure air instead of the salty water that slowly takes away his consciousness bit by bit but Yoongi was so close to getting there, just one more strong kick.

So he gathered all the strength he could afford and break apart the useless scraps of metal before pushing himself up with the little force he can conduct while the greedy water steals his last breath away no matter how close he was to reach the illuminating surface.

So close to the point that he could hear the faint ringing sound of beeping sirens and people's loud chatters vibrating gently above the blue water.

So close that he could detect the faintest colour of red switching to blue and the process repeats until his eyes refuse to stay awake under the blue water that looked magical yet so deadly.

He was so close. Yoongi stupidly thought that yet he still gave in to nature and let the water takes care of him, carrying his numb body along with the flow of the steady waves he had seen as violence a second ago.

He hopes he survives and that he reaches the surface, and that someone came to save him, and that he gets to see the cute 14 years old once again. Someone come and save me, please.

Unlike the present, the 17 years old Yoongi hoped to live that day despite the deafening water which consumes him and leaves no more possibility of life in a world of cruelty where his parents won't be in it.

"He wishes to never kick his way out of that scraps."

Unknown - 20:46 pm

"I'm sorry to say but your parents did not make it."

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Author's notes :

8/8/21: I remember when I wrote this chapter, I used the time from the time in my country in it instead of making it up on the spot but some of it I swap the hours and minutes. 💁‍♀️

16/5/22: hope u enjoy!

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