Tuesday, 8:23 A.M.

Call Doraemon?

Yes / No

"The number you're trying to reach is not answering."

Call Doraemon?

Yes / No

"The number you're trying to reach is not answering."

Call Doraemon?

Yes / No

[Hello?]

[Wait... Who is this?]

[Jee, this is Taehyung.

Yoongi hyung is in the

producer's room. It was

the third time you called

so I picked up.]

[I see. Can you just pass

the phone to him.]

[I cannot. He won't listen.

He is doing work.]

[Well Tae, its kinda

important.]

[Are you safe?]

[Yeah I am safe and

sound. But, like can you

just make him talk to me

for a minute?

I will be obliged.]

[He is busy Jee. I cannot.

He generally works like

that when we have our

album releasing. Please

understand others.]

[I do understand. I am

your elder, Taehyung. I

am telling you to do it,

then either do it or hand

the phone to someone

who doesn't have stereotypes

against me.]

[Excuse me? I guess

I apologised for earlier.]

[Did you mean it? Well I

am not here to give you

life lessons-]

[What makes you think

that I'll take life lessons

from someone like you?]

[*Sigh* I don't really care

what you think. Just lemme

talk to Yoongi.]

[He isn't free like you.

so bye.]

[*Sigh* bye]

Tuesday, 2:00 P.M.

Doraemon

Doraemon:

Did you and Tae fight?

Did you say anything to

him? He was sulking...

Me:

Yoongi....

Just fuck off.

Doraemon:

What in hell did I even

do?

Me:

Nothing sorry.

Will ttyl

Doraemon:

No. Talk to me now.

Me:

I am in the living room

rn. Will talk to you once

I get back to my room.

Doraemon:

Okay.

As I entered back into my room and closed the door behind me, my knees buckled causing me to fall down on the cold floor. I felt like breathing again as I took off the mask of expressions I had been wearing.

My hands started trembling, just like they were in the morning. It was difficult for me to compose myself when Taehyung took the call.

Pathetic Jee, you are so weak.

My breathing went heavy and my heart thudded in my chest. I fumbled a few times before I could actually dial for him.

[Hello? Jee?]

His voice made me weak, as if urging me to be myself. I just wanted to hear it because I knew that I could be authentic here.

My hands were trembling and my entire form was like a dried maple leaf in the autumn of Canada.

[Jee? You're there?]

[Y-Yeah.... Y-Yoongi.]

The way my lips were quivering while I was speaking just made it clear that either I couldn't act in front of him or I didn't want to.

[Hey?! What the fuck

is wrong with your voice?

What happened?]

Two tears fell down my cheeks and they were real. It has been years since I last cried. The pain, everything, it feels so raw. So real to be a dream.

[Speak it shithead! You're

scaring the shit out of me.]

[Y-Yoongi, this... This is not

a dream. I am... I am feeling

the pain. It's so real.

I don't want it. I don't want it

at all. Just wipe it off. It's so

real. It hurts.]

I broke down and my own sobs felt painful to my ears. I had been wanting to feel this so much, but now that I am here, it aches. My entire being aches.

[Are you crying?

What happened Jee?

I am sorry for what I

said earlier. I am sorry if

it's my fault.

I'll say countless sorrys.

Please don't cry. Don't cry

please. Jee, please.]

As he was pleading for me not to cry, I could feel the barriers of emotions being broken like a dam causing a flood to rain over my face.

[Yoongi... I... I don't

like this.]

[What happened? Tell

me! Tell me what happened.]

[Y- Yoongi *sniffle*

Lily... She died.]

[*Gulps* Take deep breaths,

Jee. Everything's gonna be

fine.]

[No. Nothing's gonna be

fine. It was just yesterday

that I said I like her. I shared

such a strong bond with

her. Whether it be of hate, or

anything. That bond gave

my life a thread.

It was straight away connected

to my being. Without it, my

dream is real. The reality is

devastating Yoongi. It's painful.]

[It was always real. You

need to snap out of your

dreamworld before it

consumes you.]

[If I end this, will she be

back? Is this a dream? I cannot

distinguish. I am confused.

Are you a dream? Are you

real? What's reality? What's

not? Wasn't this all a creation?

Am I insane?]

[No calm down. Jee, listen

to me. Just listen to me and

don't question yourself.

I am not a dream, nothing is

a dream. It's all real. And you

need to realise this. I know it

hurts. I know because I have

experienced it.

My love, understand that at

a point you're going to need

to change your behaviour and

actions. You need to acknowledge

that the things you want or

feel can be harmful to you.

The most important thing to

end the suffering is to stop

identifying with it. If you stay

like this, 'Oh this thing makes

me feel this emotion, this is

so necessary' , You'll never

get over it.

Anything or anyone who will

try to take you away from that

suffering would turn into your

enemy cause you'll feel that they

are taking a part of who you are.

Don't let it stick to you. Don't let

an emotion define if you are alive.]

[*Sniffle* My love?]

[That's all you got

from what I said?

I should've been careful

of the pervert assassin.]

[*Giggles* Yeah. *Sniffle*]

[Are you laughing or

crying?]

[Both *sniffle*]

[Calm down and sleep.

Everything will be fine.

I assure you.]

[You... You assure me?]

[Yes I do.]

[Hundred percent?]

[Yes. Hundred percent.

Time is not called the biggest

healer for no fucking reason.

Time is real, and let this

reality sink into you.

Go and sleep now.]

[I cannot, I have to attend

a party. It's a business party

to which I have to go.]

[Refuse.]

[I cannot. I'll manage. I always

do. Thanks, Yoongi. Though I

am embarassed for life for

crying in front of you.]

[Don't be embarrassed. You

made me cry too.]

[You cried?]

[A little.]

[I don't know what to say.]

[Obviously you're stupid.]

[And for Taehyung... I didn't

really say anything. I just said

that I am elder and he was supposed

to either respect me or pass the

phone to someone else.]

[I am sorry for not being

there.]

[It's okay, it's impossible to

be there everytime in real

life. In my dream-]

[Shh... I know you have

a world in your head and you

love to dive into it but

you need to come out to

breathe. Don't let it choke you.]

[Yeah.]

[And I am not a fucking dream.

I mean I am dreamy but

I am not a dream. I am real and

I am here. Remember, we are

paperclips supporting each other.]

[Yup. We are paperclips supporting

each other *giggles*]

[Bye. Take care.]

[You too. Bye.]

Call ended.

•••

(A/N: okay, this chapter was serious. 😓)