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Seven years of hard work, the last three more like torture than anything else, but it’s finally here. The light at the end of the tunnel. Yoongi had started to doubt if he was ever going to see it. But it’s right in front of him now.
“Thank you.” He bowed to the restaurant worker as he was handed his last delivery order of the day.
I’m quitting tomorrow, Yoongi decided. He wanted to put 100 percent of his energy into preparing for their debut in June, less than a month away.
“45 Daehangno Street.” Yoongi muttered to himself as he read the receipt, slinging the red plastic bag over his motorbike and double knotting it. Yoongi adjusted his helmet and drove off to his destination.
It felt nice. It felt so damn nice. It had taken him so long to get to where he was that he was beginning to forget why he chose music. It started off as a pipe dream, then when his grades were getting uglier by the year he said “fuck it” and focused on music instead, then it was to prove his parents wrong for saying what he wishes he would never have to hear from them again. He doesn’t care too much about other people’s opinions, but his parents are a different story. He hates how he still hears their voices in his head despite not contacting them for ages, how pathetic is he, that after everything, he still wants their approval.
“You think you can do anything with that fucking voice of yours?”
“You’re a Min, Min Yoongi. I suffered and your grandfather suffered, because we’re fucking stupid. You’re even dumber than us, if you can’t even give our family face with those pathetic grades of yours, you expect us to believe you will accomplish anything with this- what you call, music?”
“Son, look at yourself in the mirror, tell me you think you’re good-looking, tell me you got yourself a money-making face.”
Yoongi gritted his teeth and clenched the handlebars a little tighter at the memory.
Never mind any of that shit in the past. He’s Suga now, and he couldn’t wait to tell the world that name on June 13th. Nothing else mattered.
He imagined how people will think of the new Bangtan Sonyeondan. He secretly guessed who would be the most and least popular member in his mind. Jungkook for the former no doubt, he just wished he himself won’t be the latter.
Yoongi likes Spring. Especially the tail of Spring when there’s no lingering chill from the previous Winter at all unlike March, and the blistering heat of Summer hasn’t had a chance to set in. Deliveries in May were the best, when riding with wind in his ears was almost enjoyable. Yoongi let a smile spread across his face for the first time in a while. Finally, everything was about to be okay.
Why is it, that the happiest of moments usher in sudden fear?
Yoongi was so caught up in the blissfulness in the moment that he didn’t sense the looming dread in his stomach, a warning sign.
Just as Yoongi was about to make a turn at a green light at the crossroads, danger struck. The dread in his stomach finally rose up to his throat as he saw out of the corner of his eye a grey sedan that ran a red light speeding towards him.
A million thoughts ran through Yoongi’s mind in less than a second. He was suddenly aware that for the first time in his life, he had so much to lose, and he was terrified.
Yoongi gripped the brakes as hard as he could as he tried to swirl out of the car’s way, but it was too late.
With a thundering crash of metal against metal, the motorbike was ripped away from underneath Yoongi, then the pain came. Pure, physical, raw, piercing pain exploding from his left side as he felt his arm being drawn by the sleeve into the car’s back wheel. Yoongi felt like his entire arm had been ripped off his torso at his shoulder joint, and for a split second, he wondered if it really was.
His head collided harshly with the ground, stars exploding in his vision. As the car kept on driving with Yoongi’s arm still trapped in the wheel. In a cloud of pain and confusion, Yoongi heard distant yelling of passers-by at the driver to stop the car, he mentally thanked them for saving his damned life as the car dragged his helpless body several more feet across gravel before finally coming to a stop. A welcoming darkness following the adrenaline rush came over Yoongi as his consciousness drifted away.