The Sound Of The Ocean/SEQUEL-[m.yg]

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(Attention: This is a sequel to "The Sound of the Piano")
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"Let's go", a faint voice said.

I turned around in the pitch blackness surrounding me, nearly suffocating me.

"Yoongi?", I asked nervously, sure that it had been his voice.

"Come here Y/N", he said, a little more sternly.

The voice belonged to him, but he didn't sound like himself at all.

"Who are you?", I questioned.

"Don't you trust me?", he chuckled in disbelief, his voice coming from a completely different location.

I snapped my head back only to see his smug face. He hadn't looked like that in a while. His usually healthy face was back to a pale monster with eyebags and bony cheeks, the way he used to look before leaving his old home.

"Yoongi, what happened to you?"

"Come with me", he spoke again, stretching out his hand for me to take.
"Please."

I looked at his white, bony knuckles that seemed so unfamiliar all of a sudden.

Abruptly, my body was thrown around and torn between two sides, as if I was caught in clashing waves of an ocean.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the same figure I did every night, standing at the edge of the cliffs.

"Yoongi!", I yelled at him.
"Don't-"

But when he turned around to face me with teary eyes, my breath hitched.

"I'm sorry", was the last thing he said.

And then he let himself fall like he did in every dream.

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I woke up with a gasp and an intense heartbeat.

"Y/N, calm down!", a familiar voice whisper-yelled and held my arms so that I wouldn't throw them around that much.

I opened my squeezed eyes and faced the boy I loved so much, holding onto me with a panicked face. Calming down again, I realized that I was in my room in Seoul, lying in bed together with Yoongi.

He worryingly let go of my arms and stroked my hair.
"Are you okay?"

I calmed down my breathing and tried to tell myself that had just been a dream, even though it had seemed so real.

Giving him a nod, I sat up and rubbed my face, slapped my cheeks a few times and breathed, like I usually did after having nightmares.

"I thought you said the dreams were becoming less", Yoongi commented as he sat up himself.
His hair was spread into different directions, his eyes looking all puffy from sleeping too much for the past weeks. The look suited him more than the terrible ghost he had been a year ago.

"They are, but I do still have them", I lied.
The truth was, the dreams weren't getting better at all, even after almost a year of therapy and hope to forget the trauma we had experienced a year ago. Yoongi seemed to have gotten better, although he rejected therapy and avoided opening up to Dr. Kim. The question was, whether he was actually over it or if a part of his old self was still in there somewhere?

But then again, he wasn't the one who had been held hostage next to the edge of a cliff with a knife pointed at him. That had been me.