Her Name | pjm

March .E p i l o g u e.

I was standing in my office, looking at the murder of crows in my yard, wondering why were they always here and not looking for a better place. We never left any food outside, never threw any crumbs. It hit me, that perhaps they liked the silence. We never really used the backyard, and they claimed it as their own. They made it their home and now are unable to leave.

"Miss Hart?" A voice woke me up from my thoughts. I turned around and saw Tommy peeking his head in. "Is it time?" I asked quietly. Tommy simply nodded his head. I turned on my heel and started to walk towards the doors, barely lifting my feet. With every step I took, I understood the weight of Ye-juns decision, and my already shattered heart was breaking into more pieces. Walking through the hall I noticed my reflection in the glass of one of the bookshelves. I was wearing a dress again. Careful what you wish for. It was a long, black dress. The one that I would have preferred much more on the New Years eve, which felt like it was decades ago. Dragging my heels on the wooden floors I approached the doors of one of the meeting rooms. Tommy opened them for me and I walked inside. All of the heads turned to me and I found my brother closest to Yu-juns bed. I walked up to him and saw tears falling down his face. I didn't cry. It's been a long time since the last time I cried. I simply had no more tears to shed.

We all stood in silence for a moment, each in own memories, when Ye-jun finally spoke up. "It's time." We all turned to him. He slowly approached his brothers body, which was already alive only to the help of the supporting machines. Ye-jun bent himself, hovering over his brothers barely breathing body for a second and placed a kiss on his head. I saw tears escaping his eyes, still unable to produce my own. Ye-jun stood back, his hands trembling. He raised his eyes at me. "Please, Kieran.. I can't do this, I need your help. My arms won't listen." I stared at him with an unreadable expression and slowly walked up to Yu-jun. "Thank you everyone, for being here. Thank you for finding time to say goodbye to our friend, our brother. I will not tell you how kind and incredible he was, because all of you know. I hope that you'll carry him in your memories throughout your life." Nobody said anything, and I didn't expect them to. I slowly walked up to the machines, not able to look at Yu-jun, and shut them down. The room fell into complete silence. We heard Yu-jun take the final breaths provided from the oxygen tank that was pumping it with the last drop of energy it had. And soon we heard nothing at all.

We buried Yu-jun a few days later. It was my second funeral in weeks. The weather was nice, sun was warming our backs, reminding us that no matter what happens, the world never stops. It was a silent ride home, Ye-jun didn't say a word, neither did Dan and I. As soon as we reached our home, I left the two and went back to my office. Tommy was already waiting for me, and I instructed him to bring Taehyung to me. Once he came inside we simply stood in silence for a couple of minutes.

Taehyung looked terrible. The guilt and loss of a closest friend was eating him alive. The moment he heard of Jimin's death he came to me and told me the whole truth. Jimin had admitted to him long ago, of his feelings for me, of his wish to save Taehyung and me. Apparently Jimin knew the whole time that it was my name in the will and not Hammers. He wanted to save his friend and bring the will to me. Taehyung told me, that from the moment Jimin decided to save us both, he had practically no faith in surviving this. I remember asking, if Taehyung knew how Jimin found me in the farmhouses, and he sighed quietly. Jimin planned ahead, he knew that Hammer might take things into his own hands, and he gifted me a necklace. A necklace that had a tracker hidden behind its diamond. Jimin felt, that there will be a time where he'll need to help me, and he made sure he could do so.

Taehyung told me that at the very end, Jimin had prepared him a hideout, and that day, when he grabbed the key from my neck he called Taehyung and  instructed him to run and hide there. He told him to stay there and to wait for Jimin's call. Taehyung kept waiting, and waiting, but the call never came. I asked Yoongi to contact him and inform him of the news. I invited him to the funeral, and told him to stay in hiding, promising him that I'll contact him in soon time, and the time finally came.