It had all but started on a snow barren day inside of a Daegu elementary school classroom. A young boy, who you could only assume was around ten or eleven at the time, couldn't take his eyes away from an analog clock attached to the wall, no matter how many times classmates or his teacher called his name. Time was moving too fast, he thought, too fast. It didn't matter where he was, Yoongi always thought time moved too fast, and he hated it. He hated the speed of that little thing that made us age and made moments move forward. He hated how time moved on while he was stuck wasting it in places that he considered a waste. A bland building with a Daegu Public School label pasted on the side was a prime example of a place he'd prefer not to be.

If any place ever absorbed the most amount of time from a person's life, Yoongi would say it would be the school he was forced into attending. Eight hours of his young life absorbed by knowledge he was sure he wouldn't need in the future and people who were just as bored as he was. The weekends couldn't have come any sooner. He always made sure every second was spent doing something productive. It was something his own Mother never understood. She always thought that the weekends should be spent relaxing and sleeping in, especially if you were Yoongi's age. However, Yoongi spent it by cleaning the house, doing things for his Mom, working on homework and other such assignments, and writing.

Writing had been something he had always had a skill in. He wrote when he was stressed, when the amount of time spent unproductively was getting to be too much, he wrote when inspiration was dancing in his brain, which was quite often. His Mother nurtured her son's talent as much as she could, even though she was hardly home, trying to support herself and the young boy. His Mother had handled the single parenting life quite well. She hadn't resorted to any kind of illegal substance or drink, but took responsibility and worked to maintain both of their lives. Even if it meant working multiple jobs. Multiple tedious jobs that claimed hour after hour of her life. Yoongi wouldn't say it, but deep down, he knew that's why he hated time. Time had worn down his Mother to an empty shell of the woman she used to be, leaving empty eyes and wrinkled skin. A tired woman who always collapsed on the couch after work and couldn't care for her small son. Time had taken the young, fun loving Mother Yoongi had known away from him. He loathed and feared it beyond the normal capacity.

His stomach hurt and he couldn't focus with the large clock that hung on his bedroom wall ticking away. It was constantly moving. Ending precious moments. Claiming lives. Rushing hard workers. Taking good, loving Mothers and leaving behind wrinkled, worn shells. Those little hands on the clock began stretching out and elongating. The numbers sore up and off the white face and surrounded him like a group of bullies. The ticking noise just got louder and louder and louder. Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock.

His bedroom clock lay shattered on the floor, his Mother wide eyed and only partially awake by the door. He had ripped the hands and the gears out of the clock and left a white, numbered face. His Mother had tried to replace it, only to have the same result. An analog clock landed on his dresser and then fell out his window into the front yard. He couldn't stand them and his Mother finally understood that. His room was timeless. No bright red, lit up numbers or circular shaped time tellers were placed in his room. Time had become his enemy, one he didn't want to admit that he was scared of. He was scared of it having the same effect on him that it did on his mom. He was scared of getting old and being too tired to love. Scared of time killing his youth. He spent as much time as he could, even though he had hated it, learning. Learning to be something he loved and knew would support him while working a small café job. Yoongi was prepared. He was sure time would never get the best of him.

Word Count: 750

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I'm not entirely sure where this one was going. It's hard to write about Yoongi's Chronophobia, but I'm trying. It gets longer and a bit better after this, just wait three chapters :) Thank you for reading and I'll see you next week!