"Do not consume more than one tablet per consumption" Park Jimin read aloud from the prescription sleeping pill bottle.

A broken laugh mixed with a choked sob fused together, creating a sound full of raw pain, falling onto nothing but the four walls that surrounded the boy.

Jimin emptied the bottle onto his bed, the pills forming a tiny blue sea in the middle of his black comforter. He let out a weak chuckle at the irony of it, the pills creating an ocean right in front of him while he himself was drowning.

The boy lined the pills into a row counting them out as he went "14, 15, 16". He said to himself. Climbing off his bed, the boy was careful to not disrupt the river of blue on his bed.

He walked into the small kitchen, its cheerful yellow walls almost too much to handle. His mother loved this kitchen.

It was colorful, "Spunky" would be the word she would use. The walls were a bright sunny yellow, with white curtains framing the windows. The cabinets were all blue, soft, baby blue. The fridge however was what sent a fresh wave of nausea and tears to the young boy.

The small white fridge, covered in pictures of life before. Life before his mother's death.

The pictures capturing a happy Jimin. Like the picture taken of Jimin's science fair project, his mother standing behind her little "Chim Chim" as she liked to call him. Her arms wrapped around him, smile beaming at the camera, Jimin was smiling too holding a second place trophy for his little papier mache volcaco.

They had identical smiles. Smiles that lit up their entire faces, smiles that left their eyes as little crescent moons, smiles that made anyone who witnessed it want to smile.

Or maybe the picture of them at his mothers birthday party the previous Spring. Cake frosting smeared on their noses. Those same identical smiles beaming for the camera.

Jimin grabbed a cup, filling it up with water, he began walking out of the kitchen. Reaching the door way of the kitchen he hesitated for a second, walking over to the fridge he looked over all the photos before finally finding it.

It was a simple picture, A family photo taken not that long ago. Jimin's mother and father standing in the center, Jimin standing next to his father, his little brother Jihyun standing next to their mother.

The happy family on Eurwangni beach. The sun setting behind them, their bodies covered in sand from a long day of fun. Each year the family would vacation to Eurwangni beach and have their "unofficially official" sand castle building contest. The winner usually being Jihyun.

With his glass of water in one hand and photo in the other Jimin climbed back up the stairs, entering his bedroom and climbing onto his bed. He placed the picture down above the sleeping pills, still clutching the glass of water in his hand.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled tears streaming down his face. "I-Im so sorry mom... I'm sorry d-dad... I'm sorry Jihyun.." Jimin wiped away the tears, he knew they'd almost immediately be replaced but he wanted to look at the picture. He wanted it to be the very last thing he saw. His very last thought before...

Jimin cried. His eyes crying wet tears while his heart cried dry tears. He cried for what felt like an eternity. His eyes were burning, eyelids feeling heavy. Every blink seducing the boy with the promise of sleep. But no, Jimin held off.

His head was pounding, a migraine prominent. Hiccups from crying so much, though small, almost inaudible over his clogged ears, were echoing around his skull adding to the intense pressure.

Using his shaking hand, Jimin grabbed the first pill. Rolling it between his index finger and thumb, inspecting it for just a moment before he placed it in his mouth.

Picking up the Second pill Jimin's eyes went back to that family picture, his thoughts consumed with sadness. Longing to go back in time, back to when he was happy and popular and when his biggest stress was passing finals... Back to when he still had his mom.

Jimin kept taking the pills unable to stop. It was like he wasn't in control over his own body anymore, his brain had just gone into auto pilot.

Consuming all the pills. Jimin gripped the glass of water with shaky hands

*Gulp* *Gulp* *Gulp*

the ice cold water was painfully cold going down his throat but he didn't care.

Jimin emptied the entire glass, wiping away a few droplets making their way down his chin.

The boy set the glass down on his nightstand. Laying down onto his bed he brought his covers up, letting the warm softeness envelop him. Gripping the picture hard in his hand, Jimin stared down at his loved ones. Tears falling rapidly, his thoughts were all in a jumble. Thoughts of the past and thoughts of "I'm sorry" dancing together in a jumbled mess.

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"Jimin!" He could hear his brother downstairs. Jihyun was home early from school, this wasn't supposed to happen. Jimin had planned to be long gone before either his brother or father came come.

The pills were kicking in. It was hard to focus on anything, the room was spinning. Everything swirling in and out of focus.

"Jiminnnn!!!!" His brother called. "I came home early to take care of you! Jiminie!!!" The sound of footsteps pounding on the hardwood floors, Jihyun must've been running up the stairs by the sounds of it.

Jimin had told his father and brother he had a cold as an excuse to stay home, he knew it was selfish. His poor remaining family members coming home thinking they'd find Jimin with a fever, or a runny nose.

Not dead. No, not gone. Dead and gone. No longer in the land of the living. Somewhere in the afterlife, whatever it was.

"Are you sleeping!?" He could hear the boy getting closer, Jimin's eyes became heavy no longer able to keep them open a yawn escapong his lips. His mind had trouble connecting thoughts.

Why was Jihyun calling him? Making such a ruckus. Why did his eyes sting so much? Why was he suddenly so tired.

His eyes rolled back into his head, body going slack just as his bedroom door flew open "Jimi-" then everything went dark.

___

Tap. Tap. Tap. The rythm awakening Jimin from his nightmare. His eyes shot open as his body shot up into a sitting position. The dream still fresh in his mind, it had all felt so real. The pills. The tears. The pain.

Jimin could feel the tears, but the tears refused to fall. Pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his head on them, Jimin let out a heavy sigh.

"I wish it had been real" He whispered, eyes squeezed shut.

"It was real" a deep voice came from the doorway. Jimin's eyes shot open looking to the man standing in his room.

"W-what a-are you d-doing here!?" Jimin said panicked. "W-who are y-you!?" He said pushing himself against the wall his bed rested against, trying to put as much distance between himself and the man as he could.

The man took a step forward coming closer to the side of his bed. Not taking his eyes off of him Jimin frantically reached for the first thing his hand made contact with and threw it at the stranger.

"S-STAY AWAY F-FROM ME!" Jimin screamed throwing the glass cup in the mans direction, the glass hitting the wall next to him shattering into dozens of tiny pieces.

"Okay! Okay!" The man said placing his hands in front of him and taking a step back "Let me explain" he said trying to reason with the boy.

"GET OUT!" Jimin screamed at him "GET OUT BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!" the man's facial expression had yet to change. He looked, almost bored. As if being in a house that was not his own was something he did all the time.

"The police won't come Jimin" the man said with a sigh. "W-what the... Why..." Jimin stumbled over his words, unsure what to say. "H-how do you k-know my name!?" He finally said with a shaky voice.

"Because Jimin" the man said surveying the boys room. Not making eye contact.

"You're in a coma".

"W-what!?" Jimin said eyebrows drawing together in confusion. "Look, I don't know who the hell you are or what the he-"

Jimin was cut off as the man spoke again "Yoongi, my name is Min Yoongi". The boy on the bed looked at the man standing in his room. Shocked, Jimin hadn't expected the person to actually reveal his name.

"Now if you'll let me speak" the man-Yoongi said. Not moving from his spot near the door. "You're in a coma. You took an overdose on sleeping pills. It was a suicide attempt, you are now in a coma. Your life... is hanging on by a thread. A thread that depends on your decision Jimin".

"W-wh..." Jimin began. His jaw having gone slack, the boy didn't know what to say. Had it really happened!? Was it really not just a dream? Did he really kill himself!

The past few months Jimin had, had many suicide dreams. Pointing a gun to his head and pulling the trigger, Jumping from a building, crashing his car into a tree... drowning himself.

But each time he woke up, it became a reality... That they had just been dreams. That he was still trapped in his own personal hell. That he was still alive, stuck to live another day.

"If you don't believe me Jimin" Yoongi spoke

"ask me something, anything that only you would know the answer too... And I'll answer it".

It took Jimin a moment to register what had just been said. He thought for a minute, thinking of something that only he would know. Something he had never breathed to another soul.

"In... In sixth g-grade... Who d-did I send a secret heart to... On Valentine's day?" Jimin asked.

Without a seconds hesitation Yoongi spoke "Jeon Jeongguk, you still hadn't come out to anyone that you were gay. Jungkook being your crush you anonymously sent him a "secret valentine heart" on Valentines day".

Jimin's eyes widened, he was right. But how? Jimin had never told anyone. Even after he'd come out two years later. He still kept it a secret. Not that there was really a reason to.

"B-but... How?" Jimin asked. This was insane. There was no way he was actually in a coma. "I told you dumbass, you're in a coma!" Yoongi snapped.

"you know what, for being my guardian angel you're doing a pretty crappy job!" Jimin snapped back. Shaking his head at the man in his line of sight.

"Actually!" Yoongi retorted a sick smirk on his face "I never said I was your guardian angel, I said you're in a coma you dumbass!"

"WOULD YOU STOP CALLING ME A DUMBASS!?" Jimin yelled at Yoongi throwing a figurine that was on his nightstand at the man.

"Or what!?" Yoongi challenged.

"You gonna kill yourself? Huh?! You gonna take some pills... Oh wait"

A smug smile made itself known on Yoongis face "that's right, you already tried that didn't you?"

Jimin stared at Yoongi. An array of emotions crossing his face. Pain, anger, sadness. He wanted to shout at him. He wanted to throw Yoongi out of his room, whether he was really in a coma or not, Jimin wanted nothing to do with this monster.

Jimin's eyes pierced into Yoongi's unmoving, unchanging. Yoongi stared back, neither of them blinking.

Jimin could feel the tears forming in his eyes, the familiar sting he had come accustomed to from excessive crying.

Looking down at his hands in his lap, Jimin let out a sigh. Closing his eyes and wiping the tears away before they could fall.

He could hear Yoongi let out a sigh from across the room. "Look" the deep voice said. Though his tone was still a bit harsh, it was softer. "I'm... Sorry".

Jimin shook his head. Still keeping his eyes closed head down, refusing to look up at the man and show him his vulnerability.

Soft footsteps echoed off the four walls as Yoongi made his way over to the bed. Hesitantly sitting down on the edge.

Jimin looked up at him, tears trailing down his cheeks as more fell from his eyes. "D-do you th-think... Its a-a fucking joke!?" Jimin shouted in between sobs. ""D-do y-you think I asked for all of th-this!?" He said dropping his head back into his knees.

Yoongi looked at the boy, a flicker of sadness crossing his features before his face corrected back into an unreadable stare.

It wasn't that Yoongi didn't care, he did. He had just never been good with emotions. Whether it be dealing with them himself, or other people's emotions. He didn't know how to express the feelings or how to help.

Yoogni was upset for his own reasons, and it'd come out in a hostile way to Jimin.

His insides screamed for the barrier to be broken down. To be able to help and be a comfort to the boy... But the signal didn't reach the young mans brain, because his limbs stayed slack.

"I'm sorry" Yoongi said softly. Though his face may not have shown it his voice did. The regret evident in his tone.

"Please, Jimin... Forgive me"

Jimin stayed silent for a moment. He wanted to stay mad at him. He wanted to throw this stranger out of his room, lock the door and... Wake up. He never thought he'd say this but, he wanted to wake. This dream... No this nightmare, had gone too far.

"Because that is all it is" Jimin mumbled to no one but himself. "A nightmare... A sick fucking nightmare". Jimin felt like the devil himself was playing with Jimin. Sending the boy into a realistic dream where his wish became true...

A memory came back to the boy. A memory he had of his mother.

Jimin couldn't have been older than eight or nine, his babysitter had let him watch a scary movie with her since his parents wouldn't be home til late.

The movie was petrifying to the small boy. A family being terrorized by a demonic creature. The monster was a giant\- not a literal giant but tall, at least six or seven feet tall, sharp claws and fangs. By the time the movie had ended Jimin was a quivering mess.

When his parents had come home hours later, Jimin was still awake screaming in fear. His babysitter was trying to get him to sleep. Jimin however was too scared to sleep, afraid the demon would come for him if he did.

When his mother saw her son in such a state of panic. She soothed him, taking the boy in her arms and whispering sweet words to him. Rocking him back and forth like he was a small infant, eventually Jimin fell asleep.

It didn't take long for a nightmare to wake him up, the monster had come for him in his dream. Screams echoed throughout Jimins room as his mother came rushing in to console her son.

"Sweetheart! Sweetheart, shhh baby its alright" she said to him. "There's nothing here baby, I promise you" she whispered in his ear.

"B\-but...m\-m\-mama..." The boy cried burying his face in his mothers shirt.

It took her just a few more minutes to console the crying boy. Once she had wiped away all of his fallen tears and given him a kiss on the nose. She spoke again.

"Do you want to know what I do when I'm having a scary dream, Jiminie?" She asked him. Her honey voice soothing the boy.

Jimin looked up at his mother furrowing his eyebrows. The traces of tears still evident on his chubby cheeks.

"What mommy?" The boy asked.

"I just give myself a little pinch on my arm" she said, lifting up her arm and pinching the skin on her forearm.

Jimin looked from his mothers arm back to her face, a look of confusion taking claim on his features.

"But... Why mommy?" He asked curiously.

Because baby, pinching my arm helps me to wake up and it'll help you wake up too!" She said giving him a hug.

"It sounds silly! But I promise sweetie it works."

~~~ back to the present~~~

"It sounds silly, but I promise sweetie it works" the words repeating themselves over and over again in the boys head. That was it! All he had to do was pinch his arm, the pain would help him wake up.

Jimin quickly held up his arm, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he pinched at the soft skin. Opening his eyes... He saw Yoongi staring at him.

"Jimin, please" Yoongi pleaded with the boy. But the boy wasn't paying any attention. He'd already begun pinching his arm furiously. Each time hoping it'd be enough to wake him up, but nothing happened.

Looking around the room frantically. Jimin tried to find something that would wake him up. His eyes landing on his bedroom window.

Jimin sprung up from his bed. Feet hitting the cold floor he ran to the window. His hands frantically pulling open the curtain. Sunlight spilling into the room, Jimin opened the window.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" Yoongi tried.

But Jimim barely heard him. His hands already fumbling with the lock. Pulling the window open and looking down at his front lawn. The green grass and colorful flowers filling his line of sight.

Jimin took one last breathe, one last breathe before leaning forward. Allowing his body to fall. Onto the beautiful green grass. Onto the beautiful colorful flowers his father had planted in honor of his wife. And back into reality.

Falling, that was the last thing Jimin remembered as he drifted back into conciousness.

He groaned rubbing his eyes as he sat up. He'd had the craziest dream. No, not a dream, dreams were happy, dreams were pleasant, dreams were places you went to escape reality. Jimin had had a nightmare. An evil, twisted nightmare.

A nightmare where he'd killed himself, finally escaping from his demons in life. But this nightmare had taken a dark twist, instead of dying Jimin had been in a coma. Trapped between life and death with a monster.

Jimin shuddered at the thought of the man from his nightmare. His Raven black hair making his already porcelain skin seem almost translucent. His dark eyes, the way they had pierced into Jimin's brown eyes. If Jimin never saw the man again it would still be too soon.

Opening his eyes, Jimin met darkness. It wasn't abnormal for the boy to wake up before the sun came out. In fact, the past few months it was all Jimin did. Wake up before the sun, and spend the next few hours in a "trance". Lost in his thoughts as he tried to fall back asleep.

Looking around his dark room. The boy contemplated whether or not to even bother trying to get back to sleep. Feeling around his nightstand, Jimin searched for his phone.

His hand grazing over knickknacks he couldn't really put a name to without having a light on them, until finally he felt his phone. Grabbing it, he turned on the light squinting at the bright display.

4:47 A.M

"****" Jimin muttered pressing the power off button and throwing the phone to bottom of his bed. Jimin woke up at 6 am for school everyday, so there really was no point in doing anything but starting the day.

Walking out of his room and into the bathroom down the hall. Jimin kept the light off as he relieved his bladder, his head was pounding and if he could avoid bright light even if just for a bit longer... Then he would.

Drying his hands, Jimin knew he was going to need some aspirin. Without it he'd surely be in the nurses office before lunchtime.

Is probably all the crying he'd done the past few days... Well weeks really, and headaches hadn't been uncommon for him. But this headache was by far the worst one he'd ever had.

Jimin tried to think back to yesterday, trying to piece together why his head hurt so bad. Maybe he'd forgotten to drink water to substitute for the loss of hydration from crying? But his mind came up blank. Everything was just... Fuzzy.

Opening the medicine cabinet. Jimin grabbed the bottle of apsirin and made his way to kitchen. The first thing he noticed when he walked in was the coffee pot hadn't started yet.

Jimin's father as long as he could remember, would wake up at dawn to have his morning coffee. Even after he'd switched jobs and changed hours, he continued waking up early saying it was "habitual".

Walking over to the coffee maker, Jimin contemplated whether to start it or leave it be. Ultimately deciding he'd start it just in case. Opening the cupboard catty-cornered to the machine, Jimin grabbed a glass and filled it with tap water.

Shutting off the faucet and opening the aspirin, Jimin poured two of the pills into his palm. Swallowing them and taking a few sips of water.

"Those won't help you"

Jimin's body whipped around, eyes going wide in a mix of fear and shock as they landed on the person who'd spoken.

"No" Jimin whispered shaking his head, tears beginning to form.

"No!" Jimin said louder this time.

"You need to calm down" Min Yoongi said flatly.

His face was expressionless, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the doorway leading into the kitchen, his posture was relaxed. Especially for a situation like this. Giving the boy an almost "bored" look.

Everything came back to Jimin. The events of the day before.. or however long ago it'd all happened returned. Jimin remembered taking the pills, he remembered his brother coming home just as he'd lost consciousness, Yoongi being in his room telling him he was dead... Jumping, no... Falling out the window.

Jimin wished it was a nightmare, he wanted nothing more-- other than for his mother to be back. Than for it to all be a nightmare, but this was real. There was no other explanation. No logical reason, as to why this man from before was here.

Everything that Yoongi had said... Made sense, yet at the same time it made no sense at all. Jimin didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do.

The two boys stood there staring at each other, Park Jimin trying to find a reason why the man from his "dream" was here. Min Yoongi, was waiting for the boy in front of him to speak.

"W-hat... Are... Why a-are..." Jimin stumbled over his words, breaking the silence the two had been in.

"You know why I'm here Jimin" Yoongi said.

Jimin could only shake his head. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but nothing came out other than a sob.

Yoongi watched the boy in front of him crying. He felt bad for the boy, but Yoongi knew It was best to just stay silent.

Once Jimin had calmed down, well at slowed his crying... He spoke. His voice still quivering

"P-prove i-it"

Yoongi scoffed at Jimin shaking his head as he slowly took steps in the boys direction.

"Thats what you say? After all that crying I was sure you'd finally understood"

"S-stay away... From me!" Jimin backing up only to realize he was already leaning into the countertop. Jimin knew this kitchen like the back of his hand, and he knew that there was a butcher knife in the drawer to his left.

Not taking his eyes off the raven haired boy, Jimin's hand flew down to open the drawer. Pulling out the knjfe and poining the sharp tip in the young mans direction.

"I'm not going to hurt you" his voice cold as ice He stopped where he was though. He had a job to do, and it was not going to get done if he was unable to earn this boys trust.

"If I was here to hurt you, wouldn't I have done so by now?" He asked.

Jimin contemplated what Yoongi had said. He did have a point, there had been plenty of times he could've hurt, yet here he was unharmed.

"I'm... How do I..." Jimin still tried.

Yoongi rolled his eyes letting out an audible sigh.

"Cut yourself" Yoongi said.

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows shocked at what he'd just been told.

"W-what?" He asked almost thinking he'd misheard.

"Cut yourself, Jimin." Yoongi said annunciating his words this time.

Jimin just stared at the man in front of him. Why would he do that?

"Oh, c'mon it's not like you haven't before! Stop being coy and do it." Yoongi said squinting his eyes. Obviously taking another dig at Jimin.

Jimin gripped the knife tighter. His knuckles began turning white around the black base.

"No" Jimin said shaking his head. He looked down at the knife in his hand, he didn't know why Yoongi wanted him to do so, but he wouldn't give in.

"Do it, Jimin." Yoongi said urging the boy to self harm.

"I. Said. No!" Jimin said looking up at Yoongi.

"Just do it for God's sake! If you want to see that I am not lying to you, then cut yourself!" Yoongi replied.

His facial expression barely changed from it's lazily bored expression, but his tone of voice suggested he was becoming impatient.

"Why!?" Jimin spit the word at Yoongi. Anger rising in his voice, Jimim's blood was boiling. He was done. With this conversation, and with the raven haired boy.

"Why do you want me to cut myself?! Why do continue making your little comment?? WHY WONT YOU LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!?" Jimin screamed.

What happened next came in a blur, all of it happening in just a few split seconds. As Jimin shouted the last few words at Yoongi. His arm subconsciously rose. The knife in his hand rose, pointing up to the ceiling for just a second before it was thrown in Yoongi's direction.

Yoongi had just enough time to widen his eyes in surprise before the knife came flying at him. He didn't blink, he didn't breathe, he didn't move.

The sharp blade pierced his skin, driving itself deep into Yoongi's ribcage.

Yoongi looked down at the knife, deep breaths slowly coming out of his mouth as he looked up. Jimin stood frozen, his mouth forming an "o".

"I...I.." Jimin said, taking a step towards Yoongi. He hadn't meant to throw the knife. He really hadn't! It was an accident!

"I didn't think you had it in you" Yoongi said in between breaths. Looking back down at the knife.

"P-please... Oh god I-Im sorry! I... I just..." Jimin struggled to speak.

Fresh tears fell. What kind of a monster had he become. He'd never hurt anyone before, Jimin couldn't even recall raising his voice at anyone.

Yoongi ignored Jimin. Tightening his grip on the knife, he slowly began pulling the blade out. Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut as the pain seared through his upper stomach.

"****!" With all the strength the Raven haired boy could muster. He pulled the knife out, taking a deep breath as he held it up between himself and Jimin. Showing the crying boy the crimson coated blade.

"I... D-didnt think... You.. H-had it i-in... Y-you" Yoongi spoke between breaths as he collapsed to the tile floor. Deep shallow breaths poured out of his chapped pink lips.

Each inhale and exhale of air sent a new wave of pain through the boys upper torso, the only thing Yoongi could think to compare the feeling to was running in the wintertime, running out of breath and stopping to try and refill his depleted lungs but being met by only the cold frigid air. Burning his insides creating a sick torturous feeling. Like a million tiny needles piercing through his lungs. The feeling of needing to breathe, desperation trying to... But each time a new wave of pain replacing the last.

The only difference being was at least that winter day, Yoongi was eventually able to calm the feeling. Regain his oxygen supply enough to be okay. But this pain, it was almost unbearable, no matter how many breaths he took the pain stayed.

Yoongi was too lost in the pain to notice Jimin had gotten a damp cloth until he saw the fragile boy lifting us his shirt to place the cloth against where he thought the wound was.

Yoongi looked up at Jimin, red puffy eyes filling with fresh tears, tears that fell only a second later making their way down onto the boys pink cheeks. Yoongi wanted to wipe the tears away. To be frank. Yoongi never wanted to see this boy cry again, he was small, fragile. Like a piece of art that belonged in a museum in Seoul.

Jimin turned his eyes from the damp cloth soaking up Yoongis blood, to Yoongis eyes. Eyes that were on Jimin. Since Yoongi had shown up in his room, he'd looked at Jimin with either annoyance or boredom.

But turning his gaze up, Jimin saw neither in Yoongi's. He saw something softer, something he couldn't find the right word for.

As soon as he'd locked eyes with Yoongi though, his expression changed. Going from a softer look, to that scowl-ful look bordering on boredom.

"I... I'm s-sorry" Jimin whispered. He hadn't meant for his voice to come out so soft, but he also hadn't meant to stab Yoongi.

Yoongi who'd opted to close his eyes was focusing on his breathing, he knew the pain would end soon. He just needed to be patient.

"I... T-told... You... Too" he mumbled out.

"B-but! I r-really am! I didn't mean to, I just... I.. I"

Yoongi held up his hand to silence the boy, trying to keep talking to a minimum as to conserve as much of his oxygen as he could, and to be honest he hated hearing the boy repetitively apologize.

"I am though! I... I really-"

"Quiet!" Yoongi growled

"But-"

"QUIET!" Yoongi shouted causing himself to wince at the pain. But he knew it was almost over. Almost.

"J-just watch" Yoongi said pulling his shirt up and removing the cloth covered in blood.

Jimin looked down at the pale boy's torso. Where an inflamed red wound should have been. Leaking blood and swollen. There was only a scar, a scar that looked like it was healing right in front of the boys eyes.

The dark pink tear was turning lighter. Fast enough for Jimin to notice, but slow enough for the boy to question if he was truly seeing it heal.

The scar transformed itself into a mark until it altogether disapearred. A wound that should've taken months to heal. Not to mention scar, was gone.

Gone.

Completely nonexistent on Yoongi's porcelain skin.

"Do you believe me now?" Yoongi asked. Breaking the silence.

Jimin looked up at Yoongi, fear in his dark eyes. As much as Jimin wanted to believe that Yoongi was just lying, that all of this was a joke. He knew, Yoongi was telling the truth.

"You're in a coma, Jimin".