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Eternal Shadows ch.4

Eternal Shadows (m) Chapter 4. The God

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature (18+) Please do not read if you are underage.

Word Count: 3323

Incomes YOONGI! Long chapter and we have reached "The God"

Warnings: Hospital. Talks about death. Mentions of gods, angels, and demons, not diving into any specific religions, and maybe just mixing several believes. Some mentions of anxiety, a poor attempt at humor, and 'Lilith Yoongi' That's a warning on its own.

If you are uncomfortable reading this story please refrain from doing so. Warnings will change according to the chapters.

Again this chapter hasn't been revised. The grammar might be off and certainly, I am not a medical professional so the descriptions of the procedures and the hospital itself are simply based on watching way too much Grey's Anatomy. ¯\(°_o)/¯

Also, the way of speaking of Yoongi changes from sounding ancient, or my attempt in making him sound like it, to normal... it is intended to give the character that feels of "Eternal".... Some scenes also feel -at least for me- a bit repetitive, but it all makes sense... I think. I doubt myself too much, but either way i want to put it out there hoping that there's someone who can enjoy my gibberish.

Enjoy. :)

And Thank you for reading.

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are used as inspiration for the characters in this story. However, this is a work of fiction and should not be seen as a projection, representation, or judgment of the real-life individuals. The scenarios and representations depicted in this story are entirely fictional and do not aim to convey any aspects of real life.

Chapter 3 Masterlist

"Who are you?" you wondered, your eyes still tightly shut.

This must be a dream, another one of those hallucinations, you repeat to yourself like a mantra, attempting to steady your racing heart.

"I am your savior," a low voice replied. "Come on, open your eyes and look at me."

Shaking your head, you clutched the thin fabric even closer to your face.

The man chuckled, his deep laughter almost resembling a growl. "Little doll, I have no intention of hurting you. Quite the opposite, I assure you."

"You're not real. You... my tumor is creating you. You're not real!" you exclaimed loudly.

"Wrong," he responded.

Suddenly, you felt the warmth of his touch on your cheek. What should have sent shivers of fear down your spine instead felt like a compassionate caress, comforting and inviting. So much so that you instinctively tilted your face to prolong the contact.

"Who are you?" you asked once more.

"I am here to either take your life or give it back to you. Those are your only two options," he replied, his hand still resting gently on your cheek.

You wanted to scream; you were terrified, yet strangely comforted. A thick fog of confusion enveloped your mind.

You tried to recollect your previous encounters with this mysterious being, whether a creation of your mind or something more. He had always mentioned the same thing: the ability to return your life to you. And then you remembered "Your condition... what is it?" he had told you. He could grant your wish, but on one condition Now, you wondered what that condition might be.

You heard him chuckle again, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. But these shivers were not of fear; they were of a different, a very unfamiliar sensation.

"Impatient little thing," he mocked.

Desperation washed over you. If he was real, if he was some sort of demon or magical creature, it felt as though he was toying with you now, as if his sole purpose was to torment and play with your emotions. With these thoughts racing through your mind, your eyes flew open.

You were still in the hospital bed, the man sitting beside you on the same chair. However, the rest of the room seemed to have vanished, swallowed by darkness. You found yourself surrounded by an inky void, with only you and him existing in this eerie space. You locked eyes with him.

"What do you want from me?" you yelled, your voice filled with both fear and defiance.

The man wore a devilish smirk on his lips. "I knew I was going to like you," he said, causing you to furrow your brow at his words. He chuckled deeply once more before getting up and taking slow, deliberate steps away from you. The sound of his shoes hitting the floor seemed normal, except for a faint wet noise that muffled it. This was all too strange.

Raising his hand, a table materialized in front of him, accompanied by a pitcher of what appeared to be water and a clear glass. He filled the cup with the liquid and approached you slowly. "Drink," he insisted. "You're thirsty."

"I'm not going to drink that," you refused, your voice filled with skepticism.

"It's just water," he assured.

"How can I trust you? You won't give me any answers, won't tell me—" you began, but the man sighed and dropped the cup. You expected to hear the shattering of glass and the splashing of water, but nothing happened.

"Yoongi. The name you should know is Min Yoongi," he pointed to himself, and you repeated the name, silently mouthing the words. "Although I have gone by different names throughout many centuries, eras, and cultures, for you, I am Min Yoongi."

Confused, you furrowed your brow. "W-what are you?"

Yoongi chuckled deeply once more. "A god, a villain, an angel, a demon, and many others in between. But for you, little doll, I'm just Yoongi."

Yoongi.

Looking around, confusion still clouds your mind, and you remain uncertain about whether this is just another hallucination or if reality is truly hitting you. The once bright hospital room is now shrouded in darkness, creating a surreal atmosphere that leaves you bewildered.

"Where am I? Is this a dream?" you inquire once again. Tentatively, you move your arms, feeling the tangible reality around you. The thin fabric of the hospital sheet brushes against your skin, the pain from the IV needle throbs in your hand, and even the cold breeze from the air conditioning reaches your senses. It can't possibly be a dream, can it? Could your brain conjure up such vivid details?

"Not a dream," Yoongi responds, crossing his arms over his chest.

You nod grateful that he is finally providing some answers, even if they only serve to deepen your confusion. "Am I dead?" The thought lingers in your mind, fueled by Yoongi's mention of angels, demons, and gods. Perhaps you have passed away, and Yoongi is simply the grim reaper. It would make some sense, wouldn't it?

"Not dead either. Not asleep, nor awake. Somewhere in between," he explains.

Frowning, you admit, "I don't understand." Yoongi nods and chuckles softly, moving his hand to rest on your shoulder. The weight of his touch, the warmth of his skin—it all feels undoubtedly real.

"Come with me," he urges, causing further confusion to cloud your thoughts.

"Where do I go?" you ask, lifting the sheet from your body, and preparing to stand up. But Yoongi gently pushes you back down.

"Just your soul, darling. Accept me, surrender yourself to me, and follow me," Yoongi responds, his voice sweet and inviting.

"How?" you inquire, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

"Take my hand and let go of doubt. I'm here for you, whether you're alive or dead. I'm here for you," he reassures.

If this is a dream, you tell yourself, you'll be able to wake up. If it's not... Well, what could go wrong? After all, you are one step closer to death with every passing minute. With this realization, you reach out and grasp Yoongi's hand, and a smile graces his lips.

Suddenly, you feel an intense pull, so strong that it immediately pulls you into Yoongi's embrace. Your hands rest on his chest as his arms envelop your fragile frame.

"Ready?" he asks, and you nod, a mix of apprehension and curiosity coursing through you.

In an instant, the darkness transforms, and the bright hospital lights reappear, You turn around, only to see yourself lying in the hospital bed, eyes closed, machines beeping incessantly. Confusion floods your mind once more as you gaze at the doctors and nurses scurrying around.

"Doctor Kim?" you call out, seeking answers. You observe their frantic movements and hear their voices, but it's all a blur.

"We are in the in-between. You have fallen into a deep sleep. Your doctor is trying to figure out what's happening. You are in no danger, my dearest. I promise you this," Yoongi explains, his voice filled with reassurance.

You contemplate the reality before you, your physical body lying in the hospital bed while your soul remains in Yoongi's grasp.

"What's going to happen now?" you inquire, unsure of what to make of Yoongi, still uncertain about his true nature.

"Now, we shall discuss my terms, and you can make your decision. Agreed?" Yoongi's tender smile reassures you, and you respond with a nod. "Good girl," he murmurs, his left hand rising as his fingers interlock with a resounding clash. Suddenly, everything around you freezes— the doctor, the nurses, the incessant beeping. All movement comes to a halt, and Yoongi releases his hold on you. His hand gestures conjure a chair out of thin air. "Please, have a seat, dearest," he invites, and you obediently walk towards the chair, quickly taking your place.

You gaze at Yoongi, taking in his appearance. Only now do you notice the subtle changes in the way he is dressed. In the elevator, he had on a don sleek, elegant suit. During his second visit, your memory is hazy, but you recall him in a simple white dress shirt. Now, however, he exudes a more mystical aura. Clad in black leather pants and a satin or silk black blouse, adorned with silver jewelry on his ears and neck, he dons a cloak that adds an air of enchantment to his presence. He appears mystical, magical, and undeniably dangerous.

As Yoongi effortlessly conjures another chair, a sense of awe washes over you. This chair, unlike the one you are currently seated on, is larger and grander, exuding an air of royalty. It stands in stark contrast to your humble seat, almost as if it belongs in a different realm altogether. The sheer opulence of the throne-like chair captivates your attention, drawing your eyes to its intricate design. The wood is adorned with exquisite carvings, each stroke telling a story of its own., The rich deep red velvet cushion beckons you, promising comfort fit for a king or queen.

At this moment, you can't help but feel a pang of insignificance. Your simple chair, reminiscent of those hastily set up at corporate events, appears feeble and unremarkable in comparison. It's as though the stark contrast between the two chairs symbolizes a looming judgment about to be passed upon you.

"Nothing like that," Yoongi quickly dismisses, his voice laced with humility. "This is not a throne, for I am not worthy of such grandeur. I am merely a pawn in a much greater game." His words strike a chord within you, resonating with a sense of vulnerability.

A surge of curiosity and astonishment fills your being as you gaze into his eyes, searching for answers. "You read my mind?" you ask, unable to conceal your astonishment.

A knowing smile plays upon Yoongi's lips as he nods gently. "I see it all," he admits, his voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom. "Your dreams, your nightmares, your deepest desires, and even your darkest curses. They are all laid bare before me."

As his words sink in, a mix of wonder and trepidation courses through your veins. The realization that Yoongi possesses the ability to delve into the depths of your consciousness leaves you both intrigued and vulnerable. It is as if he holds a key to unlock the most intimate corners of your soul, a power that both fascinates and unnerves you.

"You are like... omnipotent?" you ask, your voice tinged with a mix of awe and curiosity.

Yoongi's lips curl into a smirk once again, his finger lightly brushing against his bottom lip. His demeanor seems to shift, almost appearing shy for a moment. "You could say so, yes," he responds, his voice carrying a hint of mystery. "I possess a series of abilities, and while I am indeed eternal, I am not immortal."

The revelation leaves you momentarily speechless as you consider the implications. "So, you are a god?" you question, seeking clarification.

He chuckles softly, the sound carrying a sense of nostalgia. "A god, perhaps, yes" he muses. "There are several others like me. It has been many yesterdays since someone called me by that name."

The realization that Yoongi is not just an ordinary being, but a being with god-like powers, fills the air with an aura of enchantment. You find yourself in the presence of something beyond mortal comprehension, an entity that has witnessed countless ages and is now sharing its presence with you. It makes you feel somewhat special. Yet confused even more.

"What do you want from me then?" you wonder aloud. You can't help but question why someone like you, who is not particularly special or remarkable in any way, has been chosen for this encounter. Even your current condition, though unfortunate with the looming presence of a brain tumor, doesn't make you stand out among the many other humans out there. So, you find yourself pondering the reason behind it all.

"Call it fate, or maybe I'm just a bit bored with the routine. I don't know," Yoongi chuckles, his amusement evident. "I say fate, but I wouldn't attribute our encounter solely to my brother."

"Your brother? Fate... your brother is fate?" you ask, seeking clarification.

Yoongi nods, his expression serious. "One of the other... gods, as you would call us. Fate, or as I personally know him, Hoseok. I would like to believe that he didn't meddle in my affairs, but I can't be completely certain."

The revelation that Yoongi's brother is intertwined with the concept of fate adds another layer of intrigue to your conversation. Gods. Fate. It all feels like a whirlwind of surrealism, a tale that surpasses even the wildest fantasies you've ever encountered in books. Your mind is brimming with so many questions, and a thirst for understanding that seems insatiable.

"How many gods exist out there?" you inquire, your voice filled with curiosity and anticipation, eager to unlock the secrets of the divine.

"Many..." Yoongi's response is brief, yet it reverberates with an air of mystery and untold tales, leaving you even more intrigued.

"And what role do you play in this world of the divine?" You ask with a twinge of sarcasm "If your brother Hoseok is the god of fate, what are you the god of?" you press on, unable to resist the allure of Yoongi's presence and the enigma that surrounds him.

A mischievous chuckle escapes Yoongi's lips, weaving its spell around you, captivating your senses and drawing you deeper into his world.

"Lost souls, death, life, and everything in between," he reveals, each word dripping with an intoxicating blend of power and mystery as if he holds the keys to the very essence of existence itself.

"Like the Grim Reaper?" You ask "Do you gather souls and guide them to the underworld?"

"Grim reaper?" Yoongi chuckles, a sound that resonates with a captivating enchantment, his smile revealing a glimpse of his delicate gums, making his appearance more human, and less dangerous. "You could refer to me as such. I am indeed the collector of souls, but only those deemed deserving."

"And who determines who is deserving? What must one do to catch your attention?" you press further, eager to unravel the intricacies of his divine judgment.

"My dearest... I fear these inquiries lead us down a path we should not tread, at least not in this moment," Yoongi's voice takes on a mystical hue, his words carrying a weight of wisdom and caution. "I have halted time, solely for you. But this recess is finite. I cannot halt its flow indefinitely."

You gaze upon the frozen figures of the people you know, their movements suspended in time, a testament to Yoongi's power. He has orchestrated this moment, this pause in the world, for you to truly listen, and to make a decision that will shape your future.

"Okay, I apologize. It's just that all of this feels..." you begin, your voice trailing off, struggling to find the right words to capture the surreal nature of the situation.

"Surreal?" Yoongi interrupts, his eyes penetrating your very being. You nod in agreement, unable to deny the overwhelming sense of wonder that engulfs you.

"Indeed, my dearest. Even for a creature as inquisitive as yourself, this world is a boundless tapestry, far too vast to comprehend in such a fleeting moment," Yoongi's voice carries an ethereal quality, the way his words move, as if he holds the key to unraveling the mysteries of the universe, and probably he does. "But don't you worry my dearest, for I shall guide you, help you grasp the unfathomable. That is, of course, if you accept my demands and allow me to take your hand, returning your life to its rightful course."

You nod, a heaviness settling in your throat as you become acutely aware of the gravity of the moment. This is the turning point, the opportunity to alter the course of your life forever.

"I am here, listening," you utter, gathering your courage and taking a deep breath.

Yoongi, the embodiment of mystique, acknowledges your readiness. He leans forward, his body curving with an otherworldly grace, resting his elbows on his thighs and cradling his chin in his hands. A profound aura surrounds him as he speaks, his voice carrying the weight of countless ages. "If you seek to rid yourself of this... affliction, I require a payment," he states, his words dripping with enigmatic power.

Confusion etches across your face, your brows furrowing in perplexity. "A payment? What can I possibly offer to a god?" you inquire, your voice trembling with a mix of awe and uncertainty.

A chuckle escapes Yoongi's lips, its resonance carrying the echoes of forgotten realms. "Ah, my little doll, I have grown weary and bored. Centuries have passed since I last tended to a human," he muses, his voice the carrying weight of countless experiences. "I have been called by many names, subjected to curses and accusations. It falls upon me to discern who is deserving of my care and who shall suffer in Mingyu's grasp."

"Mingyu?" you interject, your curiosity piqued.

Yoongi chuckles once more, the sound tinged with a mixture of amusement and wisdom. "The god of the underworld, darling. The almighty protector of those souls deemed unworthy, those who find no solace in death," he explains, his words painting a vivid picture of the divine realm.

Your mouth forms an "o" of wonder, the revelation of a vast and intricate divine world leaving you in awe. "And what is it that you want from me?" you inquire, your voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

"To judge," Yoongi declares, a mischievous smirk adorning his face.

"Judge? Whom?" you ask, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

"The souls. It is you who shall decide, on my behalf of course, who is deserving of my attention and who shall wither in Mingyu's realm," Yoongi reveals, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "And I will take care of you; body and soul my dearest"

Your eyes widen, overwhelmed by the weight of such a responsibility. "I... I cannot do that! How... no! It's beyond my capabilities, I could never... such responsibility, no" you protest, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief.

But Yoongi doesn't falter; his eyes fixate on your trembling form with an intensity that feels like a storm brewing. The mischievous smirk on his lips fades, replaced by a gaze that holds the weight of ancient secrets. "Shall I grant you some time?" he asks, his voice carrying a mystical undertone.

You shake your head, your voice filled with desperation. "No! I... I cannot do that. I could never..."

Yoongi lets out a weary sigh, his breath mingling with the ethereal air around you. "Very well, then. I shall grant you a week," he states, his words resonating with an otherworldly power. "For one week, you shall be spared from the grasp of death."

"What?!" you exclaim, your voice a mix of disbelief and astonishment. "I don't need a week. I can't do that I–"

Yoongi raises his hand, adorned with a ring that seems to hold a glimmer of ancient magic. His finger points behind you, towards your motionless body lying on the hospital bed. "You were destined to meet your demise in precisely 24 hours. I offer you this week to contemplate my demands. Should you reject them... I shall not claim your soul, my dearest."

Your eyes widen in horror, the realization of an eternal decay settling upon you. "So, you would condemn me? To suffer forever?"

"Indeed," Yoongi replies, his voice a whisper that sends shivers down your spine. Your heart races and a wave of dizziness washes over you. "One week, my little doll," he declares, and with a swift snap of his fingers, you are pulled backward into the unknown.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi fic #bts fic #bts #bad writing #sorry if my grammar is bad #anxiety at its finest

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kimeow7 · 6 months

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Eternal Shadows Ch.7

Eternal Shadows (m) Chapter 7. The Time

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature (18+) Please do not read if you are underage.

Warnings: Hospital. Talks about death. Death. A lot of chitchatting. And some mentions of anxiety, if you are uncomfortable reading this story please refrain from doing so. A lot of chitchatting.

(**** indicates small time jump)

Thanks To everyone who has taken the time to read my story...

You lay awake, plagued by the weight of an impossible decision. You couldn't sleep, how could you find solace in the midst of such uncertainty? Your very existence teetered on the edge of a precipice, with the knowledge that death was inevitable.

Yoongi's words echoed relentlessly in your mind, a constant reminder of the terrifying truth. There seemed to be no escape from this fate unless you were to accept his enticing deal. But the more you think about it, the more daunting it becomes.

To determine the destiny of five souls—such a colossal responsibility weighed heavily on your conscience. Their eternal rest or eternal torment would rest solely in your hands. The mere thought sent shivers down your spine as if you could already feel the souls tugging at your very being.

Yet, as you grappled with the decision, a chilling realization took hold. your own soul, once vibrant and full of life, would be left in that realm of eternal darkness if you weren't to accept his offer.

The mere prospect of such a fate frightens you. The idea of being trapped in shadows forever denied the solace of eternal rest, was too horrifying to fathom.

However, could you bear the burden of sending the souls you will judge to the same dreadful fate? It is an undeniably cruel deal.

And a thought fills your mind

Yoongi is a merciless god.

The knock on your door shattered the silence of your internal turmoil. With a timid voice, you beckoned the person outside to come in.

"Are you awake?" Dr. Kim entered your room, cautiously moving towards your bed.

"Couldn't sleep," you replied, and the doctor hummed in response. He proceeded with his routine check-up, examining your eyes, heart, fluids, and chart. It has become a familiar routine for you.

"I don't see any improvement in your platelet count; I'm puzzled," the doctor expressed his confusion. His sole objective at this moment was to raise your platelet count so that he could take you to the surgical room. However, he was falling short of achieving that goal. You knew the reason why - Yoongi had told you. Your path had been set, and there was nothing your doctor or anyone else, except the visiting god, could do about it.

"I'll order another transfusion, y/n. I had hoped to take you to surgery today," the doctor informed you with a tinge of disappointment. You mustered a tender smile, trying to conceal the true torment that haunted you.

"I'm sorry I can't do more for you. I don't understand what's happening," he apologized sincerely.

"It's not your fault, Doctor. I know you're doing everything you can," you assured him.

"And yet... It's not enough," he replied, his voice filled with frustration and helplessness.

Your friends, Jimin and RinRin, paid you a visit. Their presence brought you both gratitude for their company and sadness knowing that this might be the last time you see them in this context.

Rin had thoughtfully brought you comfier pajamas and a fluffy pillow, along with a few pictures and knickknacks to add some personal touches to your hospital room. Jimin, on the other hand, arrived with a bouquet of beautiful gardenias, their heavenly scent filling the room and replacing the sterile hospital aroma.

It was clear that they didn't expect you to leave this room anytime soon.

As you began to grow uncomfortable in bed, RinRin asked if you were allowed to walk somewhere. You admitted that you hadn't asked.

"I don't see why not!" RinRin exclaimed, jumping up and rushing out of the room. You turned to Jimin, who shook his head and chuckled.

"Watch her go and force a nurse to let you out for a while," he predicted.

And true to his words, RinRin returned within minutes, wheeling a wheelchair with a nurse in tow. Soon enough, you found yourself settled in the chair, still hooked to an IV bag that would accompany you. RinRin and Jimin took you to the hospital terrace, allowing you to enjoy some fresh air.

Oh, how much you needed to feel the breeze, the warmth of the sun on your skin, and even the unpleasant scents of the city. The laughter and bickering of your friends filled the air, bringing a wide smile to your face. It felt like all the life you longed to live.

You don't want to die.

"So... did you talk to the god?" Rin asked as she joined your side, having been caught up in a playful argument with Jimin about who would pay for lunch— an argument that of course, Jimin lost.

"I did," you replied, your gaze still fixed on the bustling city before you.

"And?" Rin inquired further.

"I have to give an answer tonight," you told her, avoiding direct eye contact.

"How did he respond to your revised terms?" she pressed on.

You felt grateful for your friends. They never dismissed your story, denied the existence of Yoongi, or made you feel as if you were experiencing an elaborate hallucination or lost your mind. Both Rin and Jimin acknowledged your truth.

"He gave me the details..." you sighed, and RinRin waited for you to continue. "I would have to judge five souls," you said, raising your hand and extending your fingers to emphasize the number. "I would be responsible for deciding whether their souls would rest eternally or..."

"Go to hell?" Rinn interjected with a chuckle

"Hell?" you chuckled back. "I don't even know if it's hell. Or if the reality of it all could align with our conventional description of heavens and hells. Yoongi mentioned the underworld, pain, and suffering. I don't even know if heaven or hell exists as we imagine them. Yoongi is..." You sighed again wondering how else could you continue. "I don't know what to do."

"I would do it," RinRin responded nonchalantly, causing you to finally turn and look at her. She shrugged her shoulders. "He will tell you what they did or what their situation is, right?" She asks and you nod in agreement " I mean, unless they have done something truly horrible or heinous, why not forgive them and then allow them to rest? You fulfill the god's deal, and you get your life back. I would do it."

"That easily?" you asked her, seeking confirmation once more.

"That easily" she responded "Merciful"

As you and your friend sat in silence, Jimin left to fetch lunch - simple sandwiches from the hospital cafeteria. Meanwhile, Rinrin's words echoed in your mind, prompting deep contemplation.

Rinrin had raised a thought-provoking question: Why not grant eternal rest to the five souls you were meant to judge? She presented it as an easy solution, suggesting that you simply allow them to find peace.

However, this notion gave rise to a wave of conflicting emotions within you. While the idea of granting eternal rest seemed simple on the surface, you couldn't ignore the weight of the decision at hand. There were deeper implications and moral considerations that needed to be taken into account.

What to do? What to do?

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Throughout the day, your friends had come and gone, taking turns to stay by your side during the visiting hours, which occupied most of the day. Like every other day, nurses took your blood, ran tests, and administered the transfusion as ordered by Doctor Kim. As the day neared its end, a sense of nervousness began to creep in, knowing that the time to make a decision was drawing near. Soon, you would either face your demise or continue living as a judge for five strangers.

To distract yourself from the weight of this decision, you tried to stay present at the moment, enjoying the interactions with your friends, engaging in stories, and reliving pleasant memories. You welcomed the distraction of Doctor Kim's visits, attempting to push thoughts of the deal to the back of your mind. However, as the clock continued ticking, your indecisiveness grew, and your mind couldn't help but dwell on the impending choice.

"I'm hoping that this transfusion will bring us closer to our goal, y/n," Doctor Kim remarked as he retrieved the bag containing your transfusion after it had ended. "How are you feeling?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

Almost as if his words had summoned it, a strange sensation began to manifest. Your head started to throb, much more intensely than a typical migraine. It was a sudden onset, as you had felt fine and even energized throughout the day. Now, however, it felt as if a heavy weight had been dropped onto your skull.

"Headache," you informed your doctor, squinting to shield your eyes from the intense brightness that seemed to pierce through them.

You got dizzy, your breathing altered and the yell of your name from Doctor Kim's lips echoed in your ears.

This is it, you know it.

#bts #yoongi fic #bts fic #yoongi x reader #new fic #writers on tumblr #sorry if my grammar is bad #english is not my first language #anxiety at its finest #thank you for reading

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