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The bright, burning inferno engulfed Yoongi in its too-warm embrace. The smoke stung his eyes, the furniture around him melting along with his vision as he let out one last scream of anguish and anger before passing out on the bed one last time. He thought this to be a fitting end for him, setting the world around him aflame, both with his hate and petroleum, before he went out with it as well.
He longed to know what it would feel like to let his rage consume him, and now he knew that it burned, and fire played an anthropomorphic role. But... why?
. . .
"Because I don’t want to be here."
Yoongi answered himself at the back of his head as the world felt like it was pulsating. A faint but painful flow of life refusing to give up even when the soul was nothing but a withered fragment of its own imagination. There was no solace, no peace with life, just a vast expanse of eternal nihility that engulfed itself mercilessly. Maybe this embrace is proof of love, maybe he was loved by the universe,
"Explains why it seems to be clutching onto me so fucking tightly." He thought.
That didn't explain his headache, though, he thought to himself as the pulsating only seemed to be getting more and more prominent by the second.
Yoongi took a breath, suddenly, sharply. Then he took another breath, this one much deeper and much more controlled than the one before. Too controlled, he realised. How was he breathing again? He didn’t remember the last time he took a breath, much less one so deeply. The pulsating headache returned, this time it brought Yoongi a little closer to reality than the one before. His heart was causing the loud thumping in his ears; it travelled to the back of his head and rested itself, pulsating, knocking at his consciousness back to its mortal coil.
Gosh, make it stop, please, he pleaded. The pulsating sensation dulled for a moment, and he took another deep breath.
"Okay, I am definitely not breathing on my own." The epiphany kicked into another gear, bringing him another step closer to reality,
“Hyung, please,” a familiar voice said, followed by the resumed pulsating headache. Greedily, Yoongi willed myself to stop making sense of everything for a second.
"One more time, please, just to clear my suspicions." He thought.
Not long after the pulsating headache cleared, he felt a pair of lips against his own, two fingers pinching his nose, and a thumb against his chin, likely to keep his mouth agape, as they breathed life back into Yoongi's lungs. He knew instantly who was performing CPR on him, and a sick, twisted part of him was absolutely fucking ecstatic.
His lips were soft against Yoongi's, stupidly gentle for someone trying to save his life. He took in the feeling of Jungkook's lips against his own, greedily burning it to memory, and the sudden surge of relief resulted in the slightest twitch in his muscle. Yoongi's lower lip quivered against Jungkook's, and instead of moving away to conduct the next part of CPR, he felt a hand snake to the back of his head, pulling his head closer, making Yoongi take another deep breath.
Tears pooled in his eyes, an involuntary course of action, he thought, as they began to slowly escape from the corners of his eyes. Yoongi felt Jungkook's lips leave his to resume performing CPR, his fingers locked onto his other hand, palm against his chest, as he steadily applied pressure in short intervals, mimicking a heartbeat.
He only managed to catch a glimpse of Jungkook before Yoongi jolted back to life, coughing vigorously, eyes unfocused and dizzy. Jungkook was crying his eyes out, helping him sit up, guiding him to take steady breaths, and patiently waiting for him to make sense of his surroundings.
It wasn’t until Yoongi's peripheral view cleared up that he noticed the crowd around them. A bunch of people were staring down at them, some tried to be of help and offer water, but then it all got too loud. Too many people were talking over each other. The noise felt like it was going to override Yoongi's brain once again. Without meaning to, Yoongi was leaning onto Jungkook, seeking some sort of solace from the overwhelming noise.
Jungkook wrapped an arm around him without thinking much of it, his hands reaching to cover Yoongi's ears instinctively. He was covered in ash and soot from the flames, and had inhaled too much smoke to be able to make it to the hospital without a ventilator soon. “Get an ambulance,"
Silence. Nobody budged.
Jungkook looked around, glaring at everyone's pitying eyes,
"NOW!"
That got a bunch of people to reach for their phones. Yoongi gathered every ounce of energy he could muster to grab a hold of Jungkook's hand wrapped around his shoulders, giving it one long squeeze, which he only hoped would pass on his message.
Hey.