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Silence.

The dangerous pin drop silence was there, just like before happening something which can be dreadful. Something which can be unpredictable, unexpected, and painful just like...death.

Fortunately for them, that day is not today.

Lucky them.

But that doesn't mean it's not there. It is there, the lifeless stillness.

But was badly destroyed by a furious, wildly mad Yoongi who is yelling his heart out in the corridors after waking up from his sleep, sensing that there's no one beside him.

Where is Sun?

A part of him wanted to believe what happened to him is not true and was erroneous.

While the other part of him was terrified, every single nerve was answering back to him whenever his particular that part, wanted to believe what happened was true.

Because he can still feel the same curvaceous figure of those two dead black snakes.

The skin of his was still alive with those unpleasant senses. And the most important part, he wanted to stop this awful feeling but he couldn't able to.

But still, he needs evidence for his satisfaction. He doesn't want to assume things with himself and make him more restless than he already is.

As he walks forward with his speedy steps all above the shining blue and white marble of the hospital in search of Sun, the strong emotion in his chest was increasing.

There's no way she left with herself right? She can't even stand up on her legs. She was so weak. He knows something is happening to him. With them. Both of them.

But what?

What should he name this? Those dreams, the death, the snakes, changing of her clothes, the man, the very suspicious man.

As if hammers were banging on his head as he walks forwards to open every door with all force.

Nurses were running behind him, hands ahead wanted to grab him from causing disturbance. Desperation was clear in their eyes as they call for the patient.

Yoongi didn't give a damn about them and was shattering the silence with his deep voice. He just wanted to see her, alive and breathing in front of him.

He was about to enter the operating theater. The bulb was glowing dark red, clearly notifying that the operation is going on. Before that, a hand yanks him back to his opposite side with full force.

Adrenaline was already rushing thought-out his weak body, he still can't believe in himself that he checked all the doors. But when he was jerked back in force, all the energy left him in a second.

He was tired with all his body, the numb feeling was settling in his limbs, covering the whole trunk in a flash. Just like when a snake swoops its prey with its two pointy teeth which have enough amount of venom to kill the innocent victim in seconds.

His legs gave up badly from the numbing sensation that encircled his body in its wings.

However, the pain never arrives. Just there was a pair of hands that were enveloping his body in them.

A weak whimper left his body when he came to know that there's a stronghold around him. He feels so small all of a sudden in them, the large veiny hands like after doing a heavy workout every day.

A hard chest, soft yet made of steel was just attached to his shoulder blades.

They both settled down on the floor after the strong impact. Yoongi didn't say anything, he was still thinking about his Sun. Where in the world is she exactly?

"W-Where are y-you, my Chipmunk?"

A fluctuating stutter left him chapped, but pink lips. Eyes roaming all on the floor because he didn't have the strength to look up. Eyes started to fill with tiny droplets of tears.

"Where a-are- "

"Are you okay?"

A sweet melodious voice interrupted him from thinking any further. His dizzy eyes startled looking up, but for a second they rolled back in his head, all due to weakness.

"Oh my, are you okay, Sir?"

A weak nod came from Yoongi's side when he opened his eyes tiredly, not completely losing his consciousness.

His weak head automatically rested on the latter's chest making others' eyes widen. In a moment, the person's brains work, and without leaving a single second he slipped a hand under the thighs of Yoongi and lift him like nothing.

Yoongi's breath softly hitched at the contact. Impulsively, his body leaned to the touch. The latter adjusted him in a comfortable position and started walking leaving a faint sparkle of blush on his cheeks.

But it didn't stop him from questioning when he hears what the person asked the nurse, it's about his room.

"I n-need to- need to f-find her. Put me down, p-please!"

A weak plea came from his side. He just came here after searching the whole hospital which contains seven stories in total.

He doesn't want to come here again that's why he begged the person to let him go. But the latter didn't stop walking, he did what a doctor has to do in this situation.

"You can find anyone you want after a proper rest. You are not in a good state of mind. The brain works surprisingly strange when a person is dizzy so wait for some seconds and let me take you to your room."

The doctor answered back, suggesting which is best for the almost sleepy man.

"No! I n-need to...s-she is not there! Wanted to find her..!"

He babbles, don't know what words he is delivering with that foggy mind of his which is already started functioning strangely.

"Who are you talking about? Is it about the girl who was with you?"

And he didn't stop himself from bobbing his head like crazy, but a little bit of pain shoots in his neck when he looked up. Voluntarily, his weak fist clutched the coat tightly in pain, a hiss left his lips in response to the discomfort.

"Don't answer you are hurting yourself?" The doctor warned softly.

But he didn't care about himself. Because the warning was nothing for him, and he needed to answer that question the person asked him.

He needs to know where is she? Did he know her? Is he the one who treated us? Is he that doctor? But he didn't look like him. That person was not that bulky as this man.

Curiosity got the best, he looked up again now can see the face of the man properly.

He isn't a man.

He is a boy.

A fairly soft-looking boy with bambi eyes, a dot nose. Sharp jawline, light caramel skin with a black pretty mole under the soft red with a little tint of pink shade lips.

There's another mole on his nose, it was not in the center but starting of his nose giving him a lovely look.

"Y-Yes, have you seen her?" The gorgeous look of the boy didn't stop him from asking.

"Yes, she is in her room, why? Are you searching for her?" He asked, so doubtful.

Yoongi's eyes widen at the latter's words. Is she in her room? But he didn't saw her there?

"No, she is not there. I searched her everywhere in the hospital."

"Sir, I just came hereafter checking on her. I didn't find you in the room, after asking the nurses I got to know you are here, disturbing the silent environment of the hospital. It's not good, you know."

A sigh left his pretty pink lips. "I told you already, this mind behave strangely sometimes. It's all okay. Just let me shift you to your room so you can see her with your own eyes."

He didn't believe this.

Nope. Can never.

He saw with his own eyes, he didn't saw her near him.

Illogical and confusing thoughts were messing with his mind, clearly making his head hurt like hell. He didn't even answer the doctor back. He didn't think he needed to.

Should he believe himself? Or anyone else near him?

Did what happened was entirely a truth, and all he is did is denying it? Or all of this is in his head?

Is he gone mad?

Is he really GONE MAD?

A sob left his chapped lips, allowing all other feelings to let their pain out. He started crying softly in the person's hold, after communicating with his inner thoughts.

The battle is tough there, he doesn't know where is he going from it. Everything is messing his mind up. Why is everything so confusing?

Yoongi didn't know when he entered his hospital room, but when he feels the softness of the bed, he came to know he arrived already.

The doctor treats him delicately after knowing that he is crying. When he put Yoongi on the bed, he suddenly called for a nurse in hurry, and with that three nurses entered the room.

"Yes, Dr. Jeon?"

The sobbing boy didn't hear anything around him after that. His mind was never there. His eyes were just stuck on the girl who is sleeping in the attached bed next to him.

The shaking hand of his was out now, just to confirm it's not his illusion. It's not something that is in his mind. If she is still not here and he is just imagining things, then he is going insane.

The freaking desperation is clear in his eyes. The icy blue orbs hold all the grief and distress in them.

Jungkook, as a doctor has his eyes on him, secretly noticing every single moment of his patient. He didn't interrupt him, not made any noise.

He signaled to all the three nurses to stop doing whatever they are performing in the room, in response, they halted, frozen in their places.

Slowly all the distances cut short and the time came, as the long veiny trembling fingers touched the sleeping figure.

That was the moment when he broke down again, tears were not stopping, because of how happy he was, knowing that everything he was imagining, was not real.

Because she is real.

She is here, just beside him.

And then everything goes blur in front of him, the lights, the voices, the thoughts, the people, and the world except her.

Adrenaline is high now, the energy level is at its max, his left-hand snake down under her waist as if wanted to desperately touch every part of her body.

His grip was strong currently, she was engulfed by a large wave. And the ocean was itself, Yoongi.

And as the savage boy he is, he didn't give a fuck about the tubes which were connected to her body.

He hugged her like never before, he didn't know his heart was beating out of his chest till now when he feels it on her body.

Face buried in the crook of her neck as he inhaled the deep feminine aroma of hers, which he loves to death.

Nobody said anything and he is grateful because he needs time to collect himself and his girl.

He will never let her go. He will protect her. He cried and cried, very delighted to know it's all a dream.

But why did he feel something different?

He saw how plump her lips are, not anymore chapped like his. When did she drink water? When did she wake up?

As if he was waked up from a nerve-wrenching nightmare. A thundering outcry left his lips startling everyone in the room when he saw a small swelled orifice, on her neck.

But that's not the only thing he saw.

There was again, a mark, a tattoo of two dead snakes, flooded with dark red mesmerizing blood, looking the same as he saw in his so-called images, he thinks of it as dreams.

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I am scared 👀