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Bts were on their way to shoot some scenes for their new music video coming up. They all got dressed and got ready for the day as they prepared breakfast to have energy for their shoot. Yoongi always wakes up last as every second of his sleep was precious. So when a member or someone would intentionally or not, wake him up, he was rather grumpy and throw curse words at them. Jin knows that very well since they are roommates. When he didn't know any better, he used to jump on him to wake him up and he would have a surprise his way. So now all he does is gently as possible tell him its time when he sleeps in or wait for him to wake up on his own. But for the past week, Yoongi had no interactions with the members.
Whenever Yoongi smiled, it was very rare. But when he did laugh, the members were almost entranced. He was always adorable yet handsome when he smiled or laughed. But most of his smiles were pretty much forced. The reason for this was because the members were avoiding him, only seeming close when in front of a camera. The members started to ignore him because they believe Yoongi has been the one giving out personal information about them. The proof that they have is simply that he had made a fake account, the one that had been giving out the information. They all concluded that he had done this because he wasn't as open as the others and just simply cold; though that was the opposite of what he actually is.
He was kind of closed off while the others were happily talking. He also gave off a cold aura around him that just supported why the others thought he was the culprit. Yoongi had depression before, and the members ignoring him, worsened it. He wanted to be included and laugh the same way they all did, but he didn't know how to show that he cared and that he can laugh, because he never knew how in the past. And he still doesn't.
Their day progressed normally each doing their own thing until everyone eventually returned back to their house. Yoongi was still back at the studio, like he always was. Someone from the group always had to forcibly bring him back, which was usually Seokjin, since the other members weren't close enough. Even Seokjin wasn't close enough, but still brought him back. But nobody had bothered to contact him this time.
Yoongi was working on his new mix tape which will be thrown into the track that they are making. Since he was a perfectionist, everything had to be the way he planned it, no excuses. This is also what causes him to always come home later then mostly everyone in the group; not that they care.
As he was finishing wrapping up his work, he quickly remembered that he still hasn't had anything to eat the past 2 days. He quickly checked the clock and realized that everyone should be asleep by now. 3am. He was relieved but also felt a pang at his heart, knowing the members didnt feel happy, nor anger when he came home. Conveniently, there was a convince store. Though he would have to drive to get there. But it was open 24/7. So without a rush, he cleaned up his studio, and headed for the car keys and left the studio.
As he entered the car, he had a gut feeling that something was going to happen, but being Min Yoongi, he just dismissed it as the rumbling his stomach did, demanding for food. The store was not too far, but not close as well. Around...20 minutes? He made himself comfortable as he began to drive away from the studio.
He was right at the corner, as he turned, a car didn't stop at the stop sign, and it was going well over the speed limit. Everything seemed to go slow, even if this is over used, but his life literally flashed before his eyes. As he turned, the other car ran straight to him full force. Yoongi's blood went cold as his whole body crashed into the window, and landed harshly on the road, glass stabbing him everywhere as he was lying there. He couldn't feel anything, or hear anything other than the beefing noise and something warm running down his head, arm and legs. He could strangely feel tears rushing down his face, even though his expression didn't change.
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The sky full of stars were staring straight at him. They were twinkling as if saying it was alright. He could hear sirens in the background, and the shuffling of feet and a few gasps. He couldn't move at all and his vision got blurry by the second. Still staring straight up into the beautiful sky with his eyes still full of tears, he lied there as if he were lifeless. Barely any light left in his eyes as it turned into a dull black color. He could faintly hear someone trying to call to him as he was being picked up very carefully. He couldn't even remember what happened to cause such pain that violently shook his whole being. He felt like he was better off dead than to feel this pain. He wanted to close his eyes and just sleep away everything that was happening. It felt as if he was being torn apart. He felt himself being wheeled away or something then being put in a car. He felt that it was better to close his eyes and not to feel the tremendous pain he felt. And so he did.