Take Me to the Sky✔️

Chapter - 29

Yoongi nodded his head and waved goodbye to the young man.

When Yoongi got home, it was after eight at night. He had spent the entire afternoon away from home, lengthening the moment.

He had told Namjoon that everything was going to be fine, that one night alone at his house it would change nothing. But a part of him reminded him he was deluding himself. 

That part was to remind him of all the arguments his friend had given him to make him stay. And even though he was scared that all of this would finally happen, he didn't seem able to go back and spoil Jimin's party. Surely the others wouldn't mind, but Yoongi wanted them to enjoy; Lately, it had been difficult to meet all together because their schedules did not match or because they had to stay longer working. He wanted them to enjoy this moment because it would be very selfish for them not to do so because of their illness; it was not their fault that fate, or any other higher entity, had wanted to screw up his plans.

As he had already taken the opportunity to have something to eat before going home, all he had to do when he arrived was to settle in. At first, it was weird, because he felt strange inside his own home after a week away. It felt like he had just returned from a vacation.

After a week living with Jin and Namjoon, he felt strangely out of place and already missed them, which was a clear indicator of how bad he had been. But he didn't want to keep thinking negative things, for fear that it might attract that negativity, so he set out to keep busy.

First, he took care of the plant on the windowsill. Surprisingly, it was still alive, so he checked it had enough water and that the general condition of the plant was correct. He also did a little cleaning, ordering everything that was not in its place and organizing the things in his room, which was upside down. He took his time organizing and arranging everything because he was in no rush to finish. If he could stay busy and awake for most of the night, he might end up falling asleep from exhaustion, and if he was lucky, he might not even have a visit from the shadows.

When he finally finished organizing and placing everything, it was already past eleven at night. With nothing else to do, he put on something comfortable and sat on the sofa, then covered himself with a blanket that he always kept there. Finding a comfortable position, he turned on the TV and scanned the channels for something he liked. He ended up watching a superhero movie. It wasn't a genre that caught his eye, but this movie at least seemed entertaining enough to pass the time.

He didn't know how long it had been, but when he opened his eyes again, everything was dark. At first, he was disoriented, he didn't really know where he was, so it was hard for him to realize that he was fried on the couch. The TV was off, so before falling asleep, he had had enough power to turn it off. After feeling the couch for his cell phone and unlocking the screen, he used the dim lighting is provided to find the switch for the nearby lamp. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he checked the time on his mobile.

"Fuck." Yoongi cursed out loud. It was still half-past twelve at night.

Miraculously, during the time I had been cleaning and tidying up, the effects of the flu seemed to have diminished considerably; now he only had that annoying runny nose and the occasional sneeze that caused his nose to clog, even if only partially and for a few moments. The heaviness he felt still hadn't gone away, so it took him a long time to unscrew himself from the blanket that was covering him to go drink a glass of water.

When he got to the kitchen, he decided not to use a glass, but to drink directly from the bottle that was on the outside, although without pressing his lips together. The clear liquid did wonders for his throat, which was as dry as a desert. After hydrating enough, he put the bottle back in place and rolled over to go back to the couch to sleep, only to be completely petrified.

He remembered clearly that the television was off when he got up, and he also remembered that he hadn't turned it on. So why the hell was it on? Suddenly all the fears he had been keeping at bay appeared in his mind with great speed.

They have returned. The shadows have returned. Yoongi thought with a racing heart and a queasy stomach.

For a moment he stood still, his eyes closed, trying to muster up the courage to do something, whatever. He opted to go to the coffee table in front of the sofa and grab the remote control that was on top to turn off the TV. The seconds passed and nothing more happened, so he was satisfied and turned to go back to the kitchen. As soon as he turned around, the television came back on, causing Yoongi to turn towards it and grit his teeth.

The shadows had definitely returned, and their plan for a safe night had been ruined. It was impossible to stay inside his house while it was still the playground of these beings.

And that's when the idea came to him. He considered himself stupid for not having thought about it before. It was so simple. If the shadows wanted to play, he would let them play, but without him.

"Very well." He said aloud as if he was really talking to someone. "You want to watch TV? Go ahead, it's all yours. But I'm outta here, I'm fed up with this shit."

With that said, he took the blanket he had left on the sofa and wrapped it around his shoulders, then stuffed his cell phone and wallet into his pockets. He then headed for the front door with determined steps and an idea in mind. After picking up the keys that were hanging from a small plaque on the wall right next to the door, Yoongi walked over to the door and put the key in the lock.

Before he could turn it, the whole house went dark. Probably a power outage; Could it be a thing of the shadows? Did they have enough power to do something like that? Yoongi shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. Now was not the time to be thinking about that. First, he had to get out of the house to be left alone.

"If you think this is going to stop me, you are very wrong," Yoongi said to the darkness of his house.

With great determination, Yoongi turned the key, only to find that it did not turn, which must be impossible, since the keyring had only two keys: the one to his house, which had a rounded shape, and the keyring. From the entrance of the building, which had a square shape. The key, he was holding was, without a doubt, round.

And just then, with a grunt of frustration, he realized his plan had failed miserably, and that he was not only in the dark but also at the mercy of those damned shadows.

"You seem to have a lot of tricks up your sleeve." Yoongi laughed without a trace of amusement. It was more of a resigned laugh.

And suddenly, from one moment to another, two things happened at the same time. The first, or at least the first thing his brain could process, was that he felt someone touch his head. It hadn't been a product of his stressed mind or imagination; it had been too real. He had felt the touch of a finger slide from the crown of the head to the nape of his neck, sending a chill through his body as he turned around with a ragged gasp.

The second thing that happened is that his gem had frozen. Not literally, but it had gone from normal temperature to ice cold. And that reminded him of that time: the same thing had happened when he had been in the bathroom, about to take an entire bottle of pills. This time his gem had kept him from putting his life at risk, but now he didn't know if he had done the same because he wanted him to stay alert and not panic, or if it was protecting him from the shadows.

Whatever the intention, I was truly grateful, because it is not something a person expects to experience in their daily life. Yoongi felt his hands tremble slightly. His pulse had shot up, and his breathing was rough. Trying to calm his nerves, he clung to his gem with both hands, not caring that it was colder.

"A very nice gem you have there."

This story belongs to @nometoloko on AO3. I'm just her translator.

Please don't hate me. I know that this isn't what Y'all want but hang in there. Hope you liked this. Cliffhangers suck. I know.