TW: Mention of slight violence.

After Yoongi finished the bath he dressed up, then he walked to the washbasin and looked at the mirror. His cheeks were cherish red, his pupils were blown, his iris shined with a unique spark. Well, this can happen with someone who sees in short flashbacks what's happening in the other bedroom. Yoongi opened the tap and washed his face a few times, hoping that the cold water helps him to calm down a bit. He didn't bother to dry his face and made his way towards his room; he maybe closed the door with more force than necessary.

He put on his headset and turned on some music, hoping that maybe he could keep himself out of his hyung's mind.

As he stared at the ceiling, Yoongi started wondering; his middle school years came into his mind. He was on the basketball team, and he was the best shooter. After one training, Yoongi stayed longer to throw a few more scores as he was nervous about the match on the following day.

Yoongi was so tired when he walked to the dressing room. He didn't even bother to change clothes, he just grabbed his bag and made his way out from the dressing room, down the hall to leave the school.

He heard a repressed scream from a classroom, then, a moment later he heard a round of curses. Yoongi dropped his bag and rushed towards the source of the sounds. He opened the door of the classroom, and the sight made him frozen. A handsome, good-looking boy was pushed onto a desk, he looked at Yoongi with wide-opened eyes, tears rolling down on his beautiful face. A boy was holding his wrists, and another had his hands on the handsome boy's pants as he was looking at Yoongi with an annoyed expression. Anger took over Yoongi's mind, it made him see red in seconds, and a few minutes later he was standing in front of the good-looking boy with bleeding knuckles as he scanned the others on the floor.

After Yoongi made sure they stayed there, he turned over and looked at the terrified boy on the desk. The boy was still crying, tears were rolling down on his cheeks, his eyes were filled with fear. His whole body was trembling, the sight made Yoongi's heart clench; the boy was probably scared of him.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Yoongi said softly as he lifted his hands up, taking a few steps backwards. The latter stayed still for a few more seconds before he slowly stood up from the desk and buttoned up his pants with trembling hands. He wiped his nose with the sleeve of his hoodie and looked at Yoongi.

"Tha-thank you." The boy stuttered quietly, his voice cracked a bit because of his crying. It was obvious that he was still in shock after what just happened.

Yoongi didn't know how he should respond. You're welcome? No problem? Anytime? None of them were right to be said. He just nodded and started walking out from the classroom. When he was next to the boy, he grabbed Yoongi's arm as he stared at the floor with flushed cheeks. The sudden movement made Yoongi turn over to him with a questioning look; he had no idea why the boy wanted him to stay.

"Could...could you walk home with me? I'm too scared to go alone." The handsome boy asked quietly as he glanced at Yoongi with a hopeful expression. Yoongi's heart clenched once more; the boy looked so small, so vulnerable. He couldn't let the latter there, all alone. Yoongi nodded in silence, and it was enough for the boy to sigh in relief; his lips trembled a bit as a faint smile appeared on his face. He gripped Yoongi's hoodie, keeping the cloth between his fingers as he followed Yoongi to the hallway, stopping for a moment so Yoongi could grab his bag from the floor before they left the building.

A loud moan pulled Yoongi out from his memories; it was loud enough to hear it besides the music he was listening to. He puffed out his breath in his annoyance and volumed up the music. Unfortunately a few moments later Yoongi heard Seokjin again; he cursed under his nose as he woke up from his bed and took off his headphones, grabbed his wallet from the nightstand and left his room. He tried to ignore the loud noises from the other room while he slipped into his shoes and took on his jacket before he left the place.

A few minutes later Yoongi was walking on the streets without having a true goal; he ended up sitting on a bench in the park. A sigh left Yoongi's lips as he put his earpods into his pocket, and he couldn't help how his thoughts went back to the past.

After Yoongi saved Seokjin, a few days later the elder invited him for lunch at his house as some kind of gratitude. The food was amazing; Yoongi was surprised when Seokjin told him that he made all of those mouth watering, delicious dishes. Maybe the way they first met changed the way Yoongi acted with Seokjin, maybe it was something completely different that's unknown for him, something that he'd never comprehend. Yoongi showed his hyung a side of himself that no one had ever seen. But at that time Yoongi had felt like he'd done the right thing; he'd never regretted it. After that day, they spent their time together a lot, they got to know each other, they became so close to one another like they've been brothers.

A lot of things had happened to them, both good and bad, but they always supported each other. Yoongi was there for Seokjin when the elder found out that he had powers, that he could read in people's emotions. Yoongi was with his hyung and supported him when his boyfriend left him because he couldn't accept the fact that Seokjin wasn't a normal, ordinary human.
And Seokjin hyung was there for Yoongi when his powers showed up, and later on the elder let Yoongi live with him when he couldn't pay for the rent of that shitty apartment he'd lived in after he'd moved out from his parents' home.

They helped each other how they could control and use their powers, learning how to live together in the meantime. Somehow they had never had any romantic feelings towards each other, but neither of them were bothered by it. Yes, Yoongi had to admit that his hyung was handsome - he wasn't blind, duh -, but he just couldn't look at the latter like that, he never did. Yoongi loved Seokjin like a brother, and his hyung felt the same way towards him.

Yoongi was happy for Seokjin hyung, that after so many years he finally opened up to someone he liked. Jungkook was a special one, and it looked like the younger had similar feelings towards Seokjin. As much as Yoongi hated to admit, he was a bit jealous. He felt like he'd never met anyone who could love someone like him.

The thought made his heart ache; he sighed as he closed his eyes, trying not to cry.

"Aish, I have to release my wings tonight. I hope that no one will be on the rooftop at this hour..."

Yoongi opened his eyes at the shred of the thought and looked around. Unfortunately there were too many people out there - it was a nice, less chilling night -, so Yoongi had no idea who was the person he heard. He didn't want to extend his powers because he'd hear everyone around himself, and it would be too much. Shit! He huffed out his breath angrily and stood up from the bench, making his way home.

"Is that Yoongi?" He heard a way too familiar voice echoing in his head.

No, no fucking way that Yoongi would want to see him. He quickened his steps, hoping that he wouldn't notice him again. Three years had passed, yet Yoongi's heart ached just as sharply when he heard his voice. What the hell was he doing here anyway? Shouldn't he be in a practice room, learning the newest choreograph or something? It wouldn't be the first case that he'd practice until dawn...

Yoongi shook his head, trying to erase every thought of him as he walked out from the park. He was the one who left Yoongi when he needed him the most. His parents were scared of their own son, his sport career that just started to bloom was completely ruined. Besides Seokjin he was the only one for Yoongi, but he couldn't accept him. He was the one who couldn't process the fact that Yoongi had powers. If Seokjin wasn't there for Yoongi, he would've probably killed himself. But his hyung helped him, he pulled him out from the depression and with the elder's support, Yoongi got where he was now. It wasn't the best, but at least Yoongi was alive.

A soft smile crossed Yoongi's face at that thought as he entered the hotel. He pushed the button and waited for the elevator. As he stepped out at their floor, he extended his power to check out if Seokjin hyung and Jungkook were still awake. Thankfully they were both sleeping already; Yoongi made sure to stay as quiet as he could as he walked into their mansion. He took off his shoes and put his jacket to its place before he went into his room. While Yoongi changed clothes, he was wondering about what had happened at the park. It seemed like the person he heard was one of them. Sadly the only thing Yoongi knew was that the person was a male. Wings... what kind of wings did he have? Yoongi unintentionally thought about angel wings before he fell asleep.

But the angel Yoongi saw in his dream was something he'd never seen in any paintings or drawings before. He was sitting in a poorly lit room on an old bed, and he watched his reflection in the mirror. His almond-shaped eyes were filled with pain, his beautiful face was distorted by hurt. His eyes focused behind his back as he tried to extend his wings a bit, making sure he didn't shatter anything in his environment. Unfortunately there wasn't enough space in the room, he couldn't extend his wings fully. His bare chest moved frequently; the pain made him gasp for air.

"Tomorrow... maybe I can go to the rooftop tomorrow." The young man's voice was shaky as he spoke. He watched in the mirror as he slowly constricted his wings and extended them again; he wanted to move his not-so-used muscles at least a bit. Yoongi heard the angel's thoughts even through the dream, how he was thinking about how he moved into this city a few days ago, and how he missed flying under the clear sky. How he was cursing the teenagers in his mind that chose this night to hang out on the rooftop so he had to found another place to summon his wings. It wasn't enough, it was obvious, but he didn't have another choice.

Yoongi saw the young man's reflection through his eyes, he saw how they were sparkling with anticipation. "Tomorrow," the angel thought, it echoed in Yoongi's mind so clearly while he watched the wings retracting into his back, "no matter what, I'll go to the rooftop tomorrow." He sneaked up in the bed and covered himself with the blanket, and a few moments later he fell asleep.

Yoongi sat up in his bed with a huge gasp, like he just got up from underwater. What the fuck was that? As Yoongi recalled his voice, the realisation hit him in the head.

It was the same voice he heard in the park.

But how the hell did this happen? Yoongi was asleep, how in the world he slipped into someone's mind who he'd never met before?

...Well, he'd slid into Seokjin hyung's mind unintentionally today... maybe his powers became stronger? But why? And why now? Too many questions he couldn't find the answers for. But there was one Yoongi desperately wanted to know the answer.

Who are you?