Requested by Dragon_Kitara ♡

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The toasty mattress felt heavenly at the onset of the bitter glacial atmosphere in that cold month of January. Snug blanket contributed as another excuse to not leave the exquisite warmth.

"Yoongi, you don't want to be late for work again now, do you?" Someone had been trying to pilfer that comfy sphere he had locked himself in. "Yoongi, get up!"

"I'm up... I'm up!" Threateningly drooping eyelids made its contradictory statement but giving up, he got out, "Next time you-" But the owner of the hefty toil, the voice did, was nowhere to be found in his modest draped room.

Tousling his hair, aided to the beautiful mess he already had perorating on his head, he stepped inside his personal space; the bathroom – that room never really felt his when his conscience was awake, weird but a fact. His reflection bounced as a crystal-clear image in the mirror bedizening the otherwise bland wall. He brushed his perfect set of gem-worthy teeth, careful enough to not hurt the gums when in a trice, a faint blue streak - so sharp, so razor cut – conjured beyond the mirror and immediately dissipated, leaving a perplexed Yoongi.

The foam-mobbed mouth had the brush hanging from the cavern, as both his hands expeditiously searched up for its source yet he found nothing.

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His steps on the wide footpath made a pellucid click of familiar cadence each time – no alteration. Yoongi halted the haste move, realizing its peculiarity, a second or two diluted in the observation but then he went on. The day seemed perfect, diaphanous cerulean sky, unclouded and unhampered.

How long has it been like that?
Wait, what-

His locale felt odd as if it breathed erroneous work.

"Hey, Yoongi!" It was his pal, Jongseok.

Jeon Jongseok, ugh- This rabbit-looking guy is here now again.

Yoongi always happened to meet this lad, who for some reason elucidated his everyday tasks and that's why he was there. But why every day? Even Yoongi never contemplated that.

His irked notions that morning didn't permit him to greet the younger one and just a smile was more than needed anyway for him, right?

"Hey, Yoongi!" Jeon repeated.

"Yeah yeah, just tell give me the to-do list for today," He impatiently tapped his foot.

But maybe Jongseok was implanted with an error in his head, "Hey Yoongi!" His face beaming the same expression from the time he got there; straight.

"Jeon freaking Jong-" Yoongi could deftly put down his finger on this now, "Hey Jong- Jongseok..."

His lips twinkled with utter cheer as if he was bestowed with the reaction, he wanted him to wield, "Here's your to-do list. I shall go now," Stern on his claims; he left.

The fuck-

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"Uh... Sebastian," His bafflement gradually transitioned to limpid curiosity, "There's something wrong."

"What happened Jungkook?"

He adjusted his headphones, eyebrows arched as he unravelled the tension in his shoulders, "Remember Jongseok? There-"

"Player T7223?" Sebastian ceased the continuous aggressive tapping on the keys and grinned, "The character you drove the inspiration for from yourself."

"Yeah, it says error 23cT6k," He informed.

"Well, just fix it then- Wait," He rotated the wheel-rooted chair to ninety degrees, "That's an error that..."

"That doesn't exist... until now," Jungkook gulped, "Boss is going to kill me."

Sebastian heard a ting peal from the earpieces covering his audit, he turned back to his flickering screen, "Oh shit!"

"What?"

His eyes screamed the pain that now they both equally allocated, "Error 24cU8q."

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No, no, no... This can't be happening.

Yoongi imbibed the soul of Usain Bolt for he sprinted like a leopard to reach the next counterfeited destination.

"Hoseok!" He barged right in, pushing past the beings ambling on the ground to the second floor. Notably, Hoseok wasn't startled at all as he neatly stacked the bundles on the table's crest and comfortably flopped on his chair. "Hoseok, respond," He laboured more on the timbre with every chanting syllable, "Reply to me, Hoseok!"

Brawny attempts went vain, Yoongi realized the only incantatory phrase he would understand, rather programmed to apprehend, "Morning Hoseok..." His chest felt jammed, so much to take in, so much to absorb, "My first task for... for-" Perspicuous tears reeled below the hawk irises, he articulated the regular word exchange they usually do, for how long the loop had been executed? – No one knew. Hoseok never met him after this.
"My first task for today," He inspired an immense amount of air, "is getting Mr. Wang's grille repaired."

"Here, take these files and Mr. Wang's car keys. Good Luck!"

It worked!
Frantic, horror-struck Yoongi slowly grasped them and snaffled a step back.

"Jiho! Jiho would be here next to escort me," His mumblings summoned the beauteous lady, from the door that was mounted from the flaxen walls. Too perfect to exist, Yoongi always had this belief.

One last time.

"Yoongi, follow me. I will escort you to the garage," Her enticing blush, avid drowned gaze and sparkle in her aura ― impressive. But Yoongi had other plans, he wouldn't respond or not with the words she'd move on with her defined tasks.

He had decoded the motif.

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"Jungkook what do we do now? We just got thirty more minutes until everyone leaves. We can't leave our shit like this," Sebastian involuntarily thumped his sinistral thigh at Ferrari's speed.

"I'm trying Seb," Jungkook typed in the copious sum of programming; retyping, executing, doing his utmost to get to its root, "We need to cool our heads down, nothing would resolve if we make haste."

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"Hoseok, you need to listen to me!" Yoongi was well nigh on the table now, beseeching the man to lend him an ear. "Hoseok!" But he was enchanted amidst his papers and a bewitching smile that ornated his sunshine emanation. That was the last straw for Yoongi and a sharp blow landed on his charming cheek, "Hoseok!"

The same neon blue streak pitched up in his bronze orbs and dispelled right after, "The fuck was that, Yoongi?" His voice encouraged the tsunami gurgling in the sentimental bowl and Yoongi lamented to finally hear him speak normally which ironically, was anomalous.

"That was a necessity," He recouped his composure and stood beside his chair, "Hoseok, something is awfully wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know how to explain this, but- but we're trapped in some sort of a loop, a pattern," His brows lured close with brooding over the degree of that explicit explanation.

"You sound insane."

"No, I'm not kidding, it is like we were-"

"Programmed?"

"Programmed... Yeah..." Things in his vicinity encompassed a wall – a wall that incited cryptic interest and the sceptic individual limped closer towards it.

"What are you doing now, Yoongi?" But his interrogation was kaput as Yoongi blandly skimmed his fingers along with it.

"Look closely," He whispered, "look at this..." He trailed and Hoseok leisurely abandoned his seat. He, in a flash, hit a shockwave as he rummaged for an article – something infallible enough. He fetched a rod with a coarse tip and pummeled it with all his might. The subsequent vista was beyond one's credence. It ripped and portrayed a cataclysmic scenery; a jet expanse with radiant, futuristic cobalt lines, that glared right through both their souls, and were infinite in number. "I told you," He gulped.

"What in the world is that?" Hoseok was mystified and utterly bemused. "So, we're- we are..."

"In a running system or something? Yeah."

"Are we even real? Are we not... Yoongi, does that mean-" He cruised down the existential crisis route.

"Relax, we'll find a way out," He patted his back and somehow, he knew what to do. "Where's the restroom that you use?"

"Oh, it's there..." He thoroughly settled his thoughts but the answer was unknown, "I don't know."

Yoongi chortled as a mechanism to cope with the tensity, "Maybe they never created one for you. Let's head back to my house, I got one."

Halfway through the pathway to their freedom, which involved loads of jogging and constant walks, the world behind them was swapping into the previous cybernated picture. The same luminous cobalt striae wreathed in a tenebrous spread swallowed everything and everyone. Hilarious how it made its way towards the abnormal personas as well.

"Shit!"

"What now?" Hoseok was petrified.

"Run!"

Huffs and pants laced around them, walloping and leaping down the twisted blocks, they finally arrived at Yoongi's complex. Brisk and accelerated steps unfolded with every moment seeping from their grips, but they didn't stop.

Violent impetus gushed down his palm and he almost broke the door to his bathroom.
"What's the plan?" Hoseok asked.

Yoongi didn't speak, the enormous endeavour was based just on a theory he wasn't even stern would do the business. "Let's just hope it works," His murmur was followed by a shatter in the mean of the peering large mirror.

Instead of being greeted with a bathroom tile, it opened an extending portal beyond it.

"Yes!"
They were both in delighted tears but it wasn't supposed to be prolonged.

"Fuck," Hoseok muttered under his breath as their wrath sped inside that space.

"Go, go, go, go!" Yoongi shoved him inside first without wasting a second.

"What about you?!" He screamed through the mild turbulences that were incessant all along.

Hope.

Hope twinkled in his pure eyes, entitling Hoseok to look past into his impeccable soul, "I'll be right behind."

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"Uh... Jungkook," He tapped his shoulder, "Jungkook."

"What?" He slashed his concentration from the screen.

"The latest error I received after 24cU8q, just disappeared."

"What do you mean just disappeared?"

"I don't know, I didn't... Look!" Sebastian pointed at Jeon's system.

"How... How come? Did the coding work?" Jungkook sighed in reposing feel.

"I guess. The game seems to be working normally," He ran a test which progressed effortlessly.

"Excuse me, fellas. Could you tell me what place this is?" Another figure joined the duo's conversation.

"And who are you?" Jungkook folded his sleeve, asking him.

"I'm Jung Hoseok."

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How enthralling winters are and how lazy they can get you. Just like the bloke upholstered in the warm quilt.

"Yoongi, you don't want to be late for work again now, do you?"

He jolted up, the gruesome beginning galvanized his adrenaline rush, "No!"

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Glimpse into the request:

Prompt―
Can you do a mystery with Min Yoongi? He starts finding clues that the life he lives is not real. He is stuck in a game.




Written on:  𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟎, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

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