Had he known what he was getting into, this daydream of a reality, Yoongi wouldve woken up sooner. The golden wash of the Summery morning matching the shining bright smile that simply shamed the sun. The neverending energy he hadnt felt since he was an exhilirated child. If this was death, he wanted it more than anything. If this was life, then he was finally living. ForewordMin Yoongi was out running his usual errands. He was just out shopping at the local convenience store, looking for his microwavable ramen and his energy drinks, trying to pull off another all-nighter for university, writing music theory and playing piano. He pays at the cash and then leaves with the plastic bag dangling by his hand. Earbuds in and coat collar pulled up to shield his pale cheeks from the Wintery cold."Look out...!"