I sat quietly on the bathroom floor, replaying my dream in my head over and over. The rose, the blood, Yoongi disappearing. My mind has been so dark since I woke back up. It's like my depression had restarted itself. 

But it was worse now. 

I sighed and hugged my knees loosely and laid my head against my knees, closing my eyes and sighing softly. I rubbed my left forearm lightly, my hands were cold, my arms weren't any warmer. I lifted my head and stood from the bathroom floor and went back into the bedroom. 

My limbs felt weak and empty as I  walked, like I wasn't in my body even though I was. I sighed softly as I sat down on my bed, feeling weak again. I laid back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling, counting how many times the ceiling fan spun around. I was on the tenth spin when Yoongi walked into the room. I looked at him and smiled weakly, earning a small smile from him. 

I sat up from the bed and sighed softly to hide a wince of pain, Yoongi grabbed my hand gently and helped me stand from the bed. I looked down at our hands, his hands healthy looking and mine were skinny and frail. I sighed and looked away from our hands. 

"Hey, you okay?" Yoongi grabbed my chin gently and lifted my face, making me look at him. I looked up at him, his eyes deep and had a small glint of sad in them. I faked a smile and just shook my head. 

"I just feel a little weak. I'll probably be fine after I eat something." I smiled comfortingly at him, he just smiled back and nodded his head. He held my hands gently and helped me walk downstairs to the kitchen. 

I sighed softly as I sat down at the table. I rubbed my eyes lightly and yawned softly as I waited for Yoongi. I leaned on my hands and watched Yoongi, he was plating food on two plates. 

My eyes drifted closed slowly as I waited quietly for Yoongi, tapping my index finger on the table out of boredom. My nail clicking on the table the only sound in the kitchen at that moment. Yoongi sat down after a second and set my plate in front of me. I smiled at him and started to eat slowly, careful not to eat too fast and hurt myself. 

Yoongi ate as well, but also watched me carefully. I felt his gaze on me, it gave me small goosebumps across my skin. I looked up at him, smiling again. 

"Its good, thank you Yoongi." He smiled at me, grabbing my hand and kissing my knuckles. I smiled again and looked down at our hands. 

He was warm, like always. 

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A/N 

Hey sorry for the late update and lame ending. I had midterms last week and I'm about to go on vacation so I'll have more time to update :3