TW // death, murder
"Jiminie, please, please, just keep your eyes open, please!" is heard through the sound of rain hitting everything in sight and loud thunders. Flashes of lightning and a few flickering lampposts are the only things illuminating the scene. It smells like wet ground and mud and... blood. A sharp, metallic scent that accompanies the pool of red slowly spreading from a man laying motionlessly on the wet ground, a mint-haired man kneeling next to him, pressing his blood-stained shirt over the man's stomach.
How they ended like this, Jimin isn't so sure. He briefly wondered who exactly thought going out to an abandoned building in the dead of a stormy night was a good idea in the first place- oh. It was him. He was the one who thought leaving alone without protection to some shady place to get some peace and quiet is reasonable and logical. He didn't even wear a mask or a hat to hide his identity.
In Jimin's defense, he never knew someone could hate him enough to ever physically hurt him. Emotionally, yes, sure. Happened plenty of times, regardless of whether said people know he received their hurtful messages or not. He knew certain people wished him dead, but he didn't think someone would go as far as follow him around and kill him. Turns out someone did.
The place he's laying in is secluded, that's why he went there in the first place, to be alone and as far away from human contact as possible. He was just enjoying the smell of the woods and the cold wind that caressed his cheeks when he heard a branch break behind him. He instinctively looked back and that's when a black pocket knife pierced his stomach. The guy left almost immediately and the only thing Jimin saw was a mane of brownish-red hair under a dark grey hat that ironically has a BTS logo on it. He took the knife out, immediately regretting it when blood gushes out of his wound. He knelt. Gosh fucking damn, this hurts.
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"He's not fucking answering his phone!"
"Taehyung calm down."
"I am not going to calm the fucking fuck down Kim fucking Namjoon. It's over one in the fucking morning and not only is Jimin gone, he isn't answering his phone and he didn't tell any of us where he went so no thank you, I will not be calming down!" Namjoon surprisingly didn't comment on the lack of honorifics.
"I know you're worried because I am too, but yelling or cursing at me isn't going to make him suddenly pick up his phone. We should call Sejin hyung, he probably knows how to track Jimin's phone- Where's Yoongi?"
"Walked out when Taehyung started yelling," Hoseok said.
"No need to call Sejin, we already figured out how to track Jimin's phone and Yoongi's most likely heading there too." Taehyung runs out of the door, only half-dressed after hearing the information. With a sigh, Namjoon told Hoseok and Seokjin to update them before running out, grabbing both his and Taehyung's coat.
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Yoongi arrived in record time only to find Jimin kneeling on the ground, blood oozing out from his stomach. He had been trying to hold off the bleeding ever since, scared that if he takes his hand off the wound Jimin would die. On the other hand, Jimin is more panicked about Yoongi's reaction than himself. Stoic, "I don't show my emotions and I don't like affection" Min Yoongi, hands shaking, desperately pleading him to stay alive. Are those tears streaming down his hyung's face, or is it the rain? It's probably tears, if the sobs that wreck his body are anything to go by.
"S-sing." Jimin whispers, his voice broken and hoarse. "Sing f-for me."
"You know I can't sing."
"Y-you can. Plea-please?" Yoongi still stubbornly shakes his head, his hands trembling even more. Despite his pain and exhaustion, Jimin musters up the strength to pout at him. Yoongi sighs and nods, a movement so small you wouldn't see unless you were looking for it. Jimin can feel the corners of his mouth twitch up a little and he makes no effort to stop it.
Don't think of anything
Don't bring up any word
Please just smile at me
I still can't believe it
All of this feels like a dream
Don't try to fade away
Is it true? Is it true?
You You
You're so beautiful that I'm scared
Untrue Untrue
You You You
Will you stay by my side
Will you promise me
If I touch you, that you might fly away, that you might be shattered,
I'm scared scared scared
I would stop the time
Once this moment passes by,
that it might become something that didn't happen,
that I might lose you,
I'm scared scared scared
Butterfly, like a Butterfly
Just like butterfly, bu- butterfly
Butterfly, like a butterfly
Just like butterfly, bu- butterfly
You're just like a butterfly
Jimin slowly loses consciousness as the song goes on that he doesn't realize when Namjoon and Taehyung arrives. He didn't hear Taehyung's pained scream or Namjoon calling the ambulance, didn't feel the oxygen mask being put over his face or that his body was lifted to a stretcher and to the ambulance, didn't feel when he was moved to an operation room, didn't see Seokjin comforting Taehyung with tears staining his own cheeks, didn't see Jungkook's blank expression or Hobi and Namjoon silently conversing in the corner, stealing worried glances at their oldest rapper.
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Fanfiction- death and suicide is a recurring theme, but i will put a tw before every oneshot that requires one - basically a fic dump, so obviously irregular updates - english is not my first language, expect mistakes and feel free to correct me in the commen...
