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The terrified male startled, a screech left his pink lips when he backed away to the opposite side from the cold hoarse voice.

He feels as if someone slapped him, but it never happened. When he backed away, in the process, his hands got in contact with the floor, result in making enchanting dark red handprints.

His eyes blur, hazy orbs were looking on the side, but nothing seems to be clear. Everything appears so cloudy, foggy, and musky in front of him.

After blinking for some seconds he can see a figure, in the doctor's coat, but was unable to distinguish the latter's face. His beating heart was like stopping, he senses that he has trouble breathing.

As if everything he is seeing is odd, strange. Why does he feel this is odd, bizarre, like so fucking weird?

"I-I c-can't s-see."

His lips uttered out some words in a hope that the person will answer but it is nothing but a mere whisper.

A blind choice of him to mutter this out and then someone spoke, shamelessly and openly announcing their grand arrival.

"Good for you!"

Yoongi was perplexed about what is going on? He is so confused about the whole situation. Why does he say it's good for him? Why-ugh!!?

The most important thing why he can't see? Why everything is so blue in front of him?

This moment can't affect him this much, right?

It never affects this extensively. This is too much! Why he can't breathe? There was just a moment ago when he was feeling like everything will be fine.

What happened? Why is the person not helping him? He is the doctor, right?

"C-Can y-y-you h-help m-me?!"

He pleaded, both hands on the floor, breathing heavy and fast, don't know what to do. His eyes were roaming here and there just to make his sight clear, but it's not happening at all.

A shudder again passed throughout his body when the person said, some octave lower than the previous voice.

"What did you do to deserve help!?"

His head snapped back to the direction, but in between he screamed, eyes wide at the sudden piercing pain in his neck.

It was tremendous.

This never happened, never in his life whenever he saw snakes. Those are some of the most painful moments of his life when he always gets panic attacks but these effects are something else.

This is no joke.

A second he feels like his heart is ripping out of his chest. And next second it is like his bones are crushing with noise.

White spots are gradually beginning to appear in front of his eyes making it more difficult for him to see what's going on.

But he can see someone, the one who is so weird, strange because of the way he talks. His mind again wanders about what he just said to him.

"It happens if you touch someone else property with your filthy hands."

"Good for you!"

"What did you do to deserve help!?"

"W-What!?" Suddenly he questioned himself as if heard something in a daze.

On the other side, the lad just clicks the tongue, as if amused that the next person zoned off when he, himself is here.

Poor people.

Don't know how to respect him.

Yoongi's eyes widen, something was clear to him, something like the way the latter was slowly approaching the bed of Sun with his heavy and booming steps.

The way he slowly slipped his right hand back into his pockets for something. The way his left hand was reaching for the girl Yoongi loves.

It terrified him to the core when he saw him doing something like taking out a syringe, causing aversion in his body.

"W-What are y-you d-doing!?"

He raised a question when deliberately the pieces were becoming obvious to him.

Too obvious, that he can see him slowly taking the blanket out from her half-naked body. Too obvious, that he can recognize the way he slides his hands past her hair.

A sudden satisfying hiss left the man's lips when she screamed in agony, eyes shut closed feel like will never open, chapped pink lips parted for yelling her heart out, the sound can make anyone shudder.

The intense outcry of her causes her body to shake like crazy. Like a petal, like a shivering wet leaf.

It was like a dream for Yoongi.

A dream which can be a nightmare. A nightmare that won't let him sleep for nights. But what if this cruelty is not a dream? What if it's all his brain playing pranks on him? What if the way his heart is beating, is real? The way it feels like bursting out of his chest is real.

Even if it's a dream or reality, he will help her.

The pale helpless boy wanted to help and did what he can do. Standing on his wobbly feet, for a shaky second, and then fell down the next moment when his body wanted to take no more.

Till that time, the cries were like stopped, but still there, muffled.

He saw how the person is so close to her, his lips on hers, in so much force that the voice of her which was suppressed we're now started fading.

He is swallowing all the screaming, every single begging of hers in his lips.

He saw how she choked on her tears, but the eyes were still shut closed, like glued.

Why is she not waking up? Who is he? Why he is doing this? Why he is unable to help? Why he can't stand? Does no one here hear the screamings?

He saw how her hands and legs started thrashing around, for some air. She was struggling to shove the body away from her but seems like nothing is affecting him. No matter how much she kicks him.

Because no one noticed that there was a hand, a very veiny, so hard and ridiculously heavy hand, was pressed against her soft stomach that was pushing her whole body down.

And it was enough.

It was enough for both of them.

Yoongi lastly broke down and reaches his last limits after crying and pressuring his mind to think which is not good for his condition and goes straight unconscious.

Wanting all this to be a very horrifying dream. He will be happy if this nightmare will haunt him down.

Because he doesn't want to accept this as reality.

Reality is cruel.

Harsh and brutal.

On the other side, the person opened his eyes, after greedily gulping down all the pleadings of her in his throat, satisfied and full by how she is whimpering, underneath him, so he let her go.

She needs to be a pet.

A whiny, whimpering pet, for him, just the way he likes her to be.

Just the way he likes when he was ten.

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Sorry for the mistakes '¯'(>▂<)'¯'