Who Is My Sunshine? {Closed}
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
[슈가] This was what felt like the millionth time he’d sung the song that day, his head rocking back and forth as he laid on that padded floor. At first, he knew exactly why he was singing it the entire first week. He couldn’t forget his Hope, he had to remember him. He had to stay strong for him. But as time passed he slowly questioned why he was singing it again.
The drugs they gave him clouded his mind, the words slurred as he tried to remember what that song was connected to. He almost remembered when the door opened and he was given another dose of drugs. It was gone before he could even remember. He didn't know why he sang it anymore.
Another week passed, and half way through the song stopped altogether. It was like it never existed in the first place. Instead, he stared at the white ceiling wondering why he was there. What had happened? He was going insane, slowly but surely. No human contact on top of his already antisocial-self had only made it worse.
He shied away from the nurses that came in, keeping his distance. They never stayed long, only long enough to feed him and give him his medication. Except, one day, they did stay. They handed him a pair of normal clothing as they spoke. “Someone’s here to get you. Get dressed and sign the release papers,” was all they said.
He frowned. Who would come get him? He couldn’t remember ever having friends. He thought this room was his life. He hadn’t made friends while in there, so who’d be there to release him? He dressed, signing the papers with some difficulty after going so long without holding a pen. As he was led out, he stayed as far away from contact with any human as he could, shying away from those that passed until the nurse stopped walking.
In front of him, he noticed a man, taller than him. He seemed gentle, but most of all he seemed to know him. But who was he? Yoongi didn’t know. “Wha- Who are you?” His voice was raspy from days without speaking after he’d stopped singing. “I just... I want to go back to my room.” He spoke, his words slurred just slightly. Did he like it in there? Well, not really but it was safe, and he didn’t have to be around people. It was all he remembered, all he knew now.
