It had been a while since the unknown and Min Yoongi had a chat and at first it was actually nerve-racking for him, especially since he the unknown, had specifically wrote out, ❝ I can see everything Yoongi sees. Honestly, I can see more than you think❞. This would always leave him to think,

Why Me?

Out of all the people who are suffering in this world, the unknown came to him, giving him more company than even his parents did. Yoongi's best friend even ripped up the paper of their previous conversation, and the first chat they had, Yoongi, himself, tossed the paper away in the teacher's trash can. Yet he still came back to him, no matter how many times the chat they had was tossed overboard along with all the other discarded things that nobody needed use for. Yoongi turned up the volume on his iPod, closing his eyes and slowly drifted away from the world. His heartbeat began to beat a slower pace at the relaxation that took over his body. He slowly began to forget about it all as the unknown, Namjoon and even his parents were washed away in the waves of silent sorrow.

A sudden loud ring invaded Yoongi's ears causing him to wince and quickly take the headphones off his head. He covered one ear, but only made the ringing focus in one ear and become louder. His chest rose up and down, feeling a shortness of breath, as he clamped his hands down on the sides of his head, groaning in the unbearable pain. He couldn't think, not at all. The pain only grew to the point tears started swelling up in his eyes as they flooded out onto his pale cheeks.

❝ Hey. . . ❞

Yoongi snapped his eyes open and the ringing suddenly ceased.  Though his heartbeat was still racing, and his breath was still short. One of his hands slowly dropped from his head into his lap. ❝ Relax, it's all gonna be okay. Just breathe. . ❞
He did as the voice said and took deep breaths, putting his hands on his heart and relaxed.

❝ You will be fine. ❞

Yoongi knew the voice came from inside his head but it was so realistic that it felt like a person was actually talking to him. It was a male's voice who was soft and gentle, soothing his pain away. The next thing he knew, he was back to normal. His heart beat at the regular pace it should, the numb ringing had faded away, and his tears had stopped falling. ❝Are you feeling better now, Yoongi?❞, the voice asked but there was no response. Yoongi refused to turn himself into a mad man. He was already talking to a unknown being that can see everything and write on his sheets of paper and now he's hearing a voice in his head that apparently helped him ease his pain.

❝ You're not going to respond to me? ❞

❝ Why won't you respond, hyung? ❞

With this, Yoongi immediately stared.

'Are you..?'

❝ Yep! I'm the same boy your talking to on those sheets of paper. Nice to finally hear you're voice, hyung! ❞

❝ I hope we can get along just as we do on those written pieces of paper. ❞