"I'm dying," Yoongi smiles tiredly. "And it's so very painful."

"Do you have cancer?" I ask worriedly. "Oh God, Yoongi I-"

"No," Yoongi breathes deeply. "Fifty days I am suffering. The fifty days we've been spending time together should be in the real world. You're my cure, you're everyone's antidote."

"Are you really going to die?" I hold onto his hand. "You can't die, what about the rest of us?"

"You can stop me from dying," Yoongi's smile falls. "I am going to kill myself in four days in the forest Ally and I visited. Please, stop me."

"I-"

"We can get through this together," he grabs my hand tightly. "These fifty days in real life you have locked yourself in your room and had gone mad. You need to snap out of it, for BTS' sake and your own."