His jet black hair contrasted deeply with the yellow sunlight. Yoongi's eyes trailed to his neck, black veins were scattered over his skin almost like they were tattooed on. Yoongi clenched his fists in his lab coat, trying to stop himself from trembling. Looking at this person unsettled him to the point of wanting to wake up.

"What are you?" Yoongi asked.

The man chuckled darkly like he had heard a witty joke.

"I already told you, I am you,"

"The pills were sweet, weren't they?" he asked.

"What?"

"Ah, how sweet," he disappeared. Before Yoongi had time to register, the man reappeared again from behind him.

"So innocent," he whispered in Yoogni's ear, causing the hairs to stand on his arm.

"How serendipitous,"

"What is?" Yoongi begged as his patience thinned.

"Your creation, the pills,"

Yoongi's brows knitted; it was annoying how this man can say the pills were a happy accident. Scientific experiments were never of the sort. It was planned, calculated and based on medical background.

"Why are you here?"

"Why? Because I am a part of you."

Presently, Misa gazed at Yoongi's unconscious form sleeping peacefully. Bouncing her knee, she grew restless with every tick of the clock. Nobody knew what effect the pill could have on them and the fact that Yoongi volunteered to test it on himself scared her.

"Relax, worrying about him isn't going to make the situation any better," Kai said, not looking up from his computer screen.

"I know, but I just hate not knowing what's going on,"

"If he's in trouble we'll know,"

She shifted her gaze back to Yoongi and rolled up her sleeves. "Hey, does he look kinda pale to you?"

Kai once-over his sleeping body. "No, not more than usual,"

She reached her hand to his forehead. It was cool, not cold or hot, but not exactly warm either. She knelt beside him and brought her penlight to observe his pupils constrict to the light. Everything was normal. Still, she was uneasy. She brushed back his hair from his face and sighed.

"Please, be okay."

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. "You shouldn't be here, with the pills, the user can control time and matter, and I did not imagine you being here,"

"So...why are you here?" he muttered to himself.

"Correction, you can't control me, nobody can, I come and go freely, like any other dream the dreamer cannot control,"

Yoongi's jaw tighten. "Then the pills are a failure,"

"Or are they? You see, you can still manipulate a fraction of a dream however, the dreamer's other self will show up."

"Other self?"

"Yes, the self they desperately want to escape from,"

"The loser, the worthless, the insecure self they feel that they are, we all come out to play, observing the dream with you,"

"So you are everything I hate about myself?"

Yoongi couldn't believe what he had heard, it had to be a lie. But then again why would the other self lie to him about it. Why even tell him to begin with, he could have kept this all a secret and let Yoogni believe the pills had worked.

Yet, he is here, his jaw clenched as he bit into his cheek, he felt so stupid. All that he and Misa and Kai had worked towards led them to create this hideous being.

"Yes, but, think of the possibilities of constructing a perfect world around them to live in for a couple of hours of the night, now isn't that what you always wanted?"

Yoongi unclenched his fists and sneered. "Like hell, I'll let you have the satisfaction of that,"

Yoongi's breath caught in his throat as he was thrown against a wall with great force.

"Not the answer I wanted, Yoongi," the other self echoed in his ears. The situation had changed drastically, the bright and happy sunlit area was how murky, and he suddenly felt wet liquid on his feet.

"If you can't do it then I'll just have to make you," he laughed as his cold hand cupped the side of Yoongi's face.

Misa jerked upright on her chair as she heard Yoongi groaning while his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. She bent down to his side, beads of sweat gathered on his skin.

"Oh my god, Kai, get in here!" she yelled for Kai in the other room.

"What happened?!"

"I don't know he started acting this way,"

Kai shook Yoongi's body to wake but nothing happened. "Yoongi wake up, dammit!"

She opened his eyes and under the penlight, his pupils were dilated behind his brown eyes.

"Shit! Kai go into the cabinet and get the smelling salts,"

"Please wake up!" she hugged his body.

Yoongi felt his breath getting sharper as the other him touched his skin. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as the liquid was reaching his knees at an alarming rate. Yoongi tried to tear the man's hand off his face, but all this strength seemed to wane.

"You should have listened to me. I could have helped you make something of yourself! Something worthwhile!" he screamed in Yoongi's face.

Yoongi gave a half-smile. "I...I'll never let you have the pills,"

The man's face contorted into something sinister before he could say anything he was interpreted by a voice.

A distinct but sharp voice rang all around them like a wall of sound.

Yoongi...

'...Misa'

A scent of something fruity swayed around Yoongi, something he could only describe as icy strawberries invading his senses. The murkiness was dimming and he could move again. The last thing he saw was the menacing smile of his other self.

Jerking awake, Yoongi begged to breathe. Misa caught him and rubbed his back. Kai rushed into the room with the smelling salts but set it down to inspect Yoongi.

"Just breathe. Breathe with me," she tried to calm him down while also trying to calm her nerves. They took deep breaths together until they found a steady rhythm.

"What the hell happened in there?"

He gripped the white bedsheets. "I think we made something bad guys,"

"What do you mean?" Kai asked, handing him a glass of water.

He sighed as he let the coldness of the glass calm him. "I met something, it looked like me except it was like a cultivated version of everything evil inside me,"

"What? So you didn't create this person while you were dreaming?"

"No, I had control for a moment then all of a sudden he appeared," he rubbed the ache in the back of his neck. "He wanted the pills to conjure up the corrupt side of a person for his gain,"

"Meaning?"

"To feast on chaos,"

Silence and worried glances swept over them. Misa opened her mouth to speak but her eyes caught something peeking under Yoongi's shirt collar.

"Yoongi, what's that on your skin?"

"What?"

She rushed him to the bathroom mirror and saw threads of inky veins surfacing on the left side of his neck. Misa covered her mouth with her hand in alarm as they watched it overtake his skin.

His grip tightened around the sink as his body slumped against hers as a needle-like pain overwhelmed his body.

"Yoongi, what's happening to you?"

He did not respond, he could not. He felt heavy and light at the same time like he was being torn out of his body. Throwing his head back, a spell of screams ripped out of his throat. Misa stood slack-jawed and wide-eyed, unable to help him. Loosening his grasp around the sink, his shoulders sagged.

The panting slowed down to regular breaths and he looked up to stare in the mirror. He exhaled coolly as a smirk played on his mouth.

"I'm fine," he said in a tone she didn't recognize.

She released her grip on him, shaking her head, she glared at him through the mirror.

"You're not Yoongi,"

He pressed his tongue against his cheek when he gave a bitter laugh.

"Ah, the side effects of serendipity."