*flashback*

"Sir, I'm sorry to say this, but there IS something wrong with you." The man's eyes were glued onto his clipboard as sweat rolled down my face. "W-What is it..?" He took off his glasses and sighed. "You have a rare mental illness called Audible. Currently, there is no known cure. If you could report to us if something happens and it dissapears, we'd be very grateful." I froze. Audible..? I've never heard of it...

The man continued. "Only one in three hundred people have it. You happen to be one. There's more information on the internet about it than what you could get out of me. I know I'm a doctor, but even I barely know anything about it." My hands trembled. "T-Thank you sir. I-It's a relief to know, even if it's u-uncurable." Before I could walk out, he cleared his throat. "I was told...You want to be an idol?"

I turned to face him. "Y-Yes sir. More than anything."

"The one way to quiet Audible is to drown it out. Music, for example."

"O-Oh. Thank you. I'll keep that in mind." I walked out of the hospital, traumatized.

*End*

I stared at the knife. I clenched the handle. "It's all your fault. Everything. Why did I even pick you up and cut myself in the beginning. Music is all I need. Hoseok is all I need. I will not forget what's happened. I will not forget Hoseok, Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin, or even Seokjin." Hot tears ran down my face. I looked at my reflection through the knife.

"I DON'T FUCKING NEED YOU!" With pure hatred, I aimed to stab the counter. What are you doing? You're worthless. I wasn't myself anymore, the words got to me. Instead of hitting the counter, i bullseyed my hand instead.

I yelled in pain. That's what you get for trying to run away. Blood ran down my hand, pain surging through my arm.

I pulled the knife out and threw it behind me, ignoring whatever I hit in the process. "What do I do...What do I do what do I do what do I do..." Hoseok. That was it! I'll call Hoseok!

Dialing...

"Hello? Yoongi? Is something wrong?"

I attempted to speak, but ended up coughing up blood somehow.

"Yoongi? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

With a shaky voice, I took a deep breath. "Uhhhhh...I Uhmmmm..."

"Yoongi, just speak to me."

"Iaccidentallystabbedmyselfinthehandandnowimgettinglightheadedithinkimightpassoutfrombloodlosssorryhoseokicanttrustmyselfanymore."

"I have no idea what you just said."

"I fucking stabbed myself in the hand and I think I'm going to pass out."

"OH MY GOD YOONGI DON'T DIE ON ME PLEASE!!"

I could hear Jimin asking if I was okay. "HES NOT FUCKING OKAY WE NEED TO GET BACK RIGHT NOW!"

A bit of arguing came afterwards.

"OKAY YOONGI WE'RE ON OUR WAY TRY TO STAY AWAKE!"

"Wait what's-"

Call ended.

I chuckled. "I guess he didn't tell Jimin."

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a rag, wrapping my bleeding hand tightly. Looking down, I saw little puddles of blood. "Shit. Stabbing your hand all the way through really does something..." I laughed nervously to myself. "Probably broke something too."

After a few minutes of standing there, I felt like I was starting to loose consciousness. Struggling to stay standing, i leaned onto the counter.

My vision faded in and out. "How much blood...Did I loose...?" Now I remember.

After pulling the knife out, I threw it behind me. I cut my side, didn't I..?

Looking down, my suspicions were correct. My shirt and pants were soaked. How did I not notice..?

I can't stand...Upright... I fell to the ground, the voice telling me a giddy 'good job' as everything went black.

- - -

"Yoongi. Wake up." I opened my eyes to see myself floating in a white room, with a very beautiful woman in front of me. "Who...Are you..? Am I dead..?" She chuckled. "I know, the appearance of an angel in front of you gives you the idea you're no longer living. But I can assure you, you are far from it." I sighed in relief.

"Yoongi. I brought you here because I wanted to talk to you." I looked up at her. "About..?"

"Audible."

"Oh..." I looked down.

"I know it may not seem like it, but it is a gift. Would you have found Hoseok if not?"

"I would've moved to that apartment or found that Music Shop, so I guess not."

"Do you see my point?"

"...I do."

"It will be gone soon, do not worry. Now, Hoseok is worried about you. But before you actually wake up, I must show you something." She gave a gentle smile as everything faded to white.

- - -

I found myself in a hospital bed, with Hoseok in a chair, sleeping besides me. I took a moment to take in his beautiful features, and smiled. I looked out the door, seeing a very smart looking man speaking to Jimin. I wonder who he is.

I went back to taking in my surroundings. This isn't real...

I guess that woman must've silenced the voice for now. I loved the silence. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, enjoying the serenity.

I opened my eyes slightly to the door opening, and three people talking. I could recognize two as Hoseok and Jimin, but I didn't recognize the last.

"What if he never wakes up? What am I gonna do? Namjoon Hyung, if he doesn't make it, I'm killing myself."

"W-Woah, Hoseok! Don't go that far! What kind of crazy bond did you form with him?"

"It's obvious he likes him, Jimin."

"I do not!"

I opened my eyes more, immediately being greeted by bright light.

They didn't notice me, and continued on with teasing Hoseok.

With a groggy voice, I spoke. "Hoseok..?"

He turned around. He started at me in shock for a good five seconds, then hugged me. "Yoongi...I thought you weren't gonna make it...I thought you were gonna have amesia or something like all those other Fanfics I've read, but you're here!" He reads Fanfics..? Oh yeah, this isn't real.

"Stop breaking the fourth wall, Hoseok." Namjoon said, with full seriousness. "That's going to offend people." Jimin looked confused as fuck.

"Hoseok, I'm fine."

I could feel my shoulder getting wet. "I'm just...So happy you're okay." He let go of me.

Without fully being aware, I cupped his face in my hands, and brought his lips up to mine. After a second, he kissed back. I heard 'Namjoon' and Jimin leave the room.

I broke the kiss after what seemed like no time at all. With tears streaming down my face and a smile I hadn't shown in years, I chuckled. I know this isn't real, just a figment of my imagination. But, now I understand.

"I love you."

Then it all faded to white.

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Little storytime:

I had a really hard week. I had to let go of a friend of mine, considering she was hurting herself and making me carry the burden in the meantime. I'm still a bit shaken up about it, but I realized it kind of ties to what happened to Yoongi here. I was so out of it and upset, that I didn't even realize I cut my hand pretty bad. It's fine now, but otherwise, I have no idea where it came from. I was so distracted by my emotional pain, that I didn't pay attention to my physical pain. This is kind of what happened to him this time, except he was so focused on pain in one place, he didn't consider the pain in another. I just kind of wanted to explain that.