The Afterlife: A BTS Story

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A/N :

I'm sorry for not updating you guys but lately my life has been a blur. I have a lot of things going on with my girlfriend and I, so I just didn't have the energy to write but i think I'm good to go now :)

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[yoongi's pov]

I woke up...

no..

I didn't want to be here.

I don't want to face Seokjin..

I don't want to face my issues.

Doctors were racing around me, checking my vitals, asking me questions in and out of my knowledge. My heart was racing, and that wasn't exactly due to the fact that I had almost died, it seemed that i was anxious about talking to him. Seokjin, that is.

 "Min Yoongi?" I turned my head, and my freshly dyed minty colored hair scampered over my forehead. "You'll have to excuse my English, but how may I help you?" His demeanor was soft but still very prestige, and his accent was underlined with a slight Korean one. "That's alright, you can speak comfortably with me." 

This time he spoke in my native language as he gestured to a seat that sat next to my bedside and I just gave him a small nod. "My name is Kim Ji-oon, but you can just call me by my first name. I'm Seokjin's birth father." My eyes doubled in size as he told me what Jin didn't know. 

Hyung's birth father left when he found out Mrs. Han was pregnant with his child. He told her that he wasn't ready for a second child, so, soon enough he left her. At least that's what Jin told me. 

"I know you have interest in my son. So, I'm going to put this on you lightly. My son isn't gay, he will marry a woman, and have children one day. But see, Mr. Min you can't supply him with my grandkids and you're simply not up to his standards. So, I'm going to give you two options." My eyes were inflamed with anger, and my hands were balling into fists, but I was trying my best to keep my cool in this hospital.

"Stop right there, if you're here to tell me some bullshit like this, then you can leave because I'm not listening. And before you try to claim that you know Jin is straight, wants kids, or even a relationship at that, remember your damn place. This is the first time you've made some sort of appearance in his life and you're starting it like this. If you expect me to listen to you, you're fucking delusional." His eyes widened in a suggestive manner that he thought I was kidding, but I wasn't. Nobody's going to stop me from loving who I want to love.

"Yoongi, please, don't be so hostile." I clenched my jaw, gritting my teeth in complete rage. "You  address me as Mr. Min, got it?" The man smiled, basically mocking me, and in that moment I allowed my anger to take over. I punched him in the mouth, knocking one tooth out, as he held his jaw, wincing in pain, but I wasn't done with him. And once I allowed my fury to flush out, I felt peace. 

[seokjin's pov]

We came out the elevator in complete silence, but not for a bad reason, just because we finally get to see him, awake. "His room should be around this corner." I led the way but muffled grunts hit me as soon as I turned the corner. "Do you guys hear that?" I looked back to the two younger men, while they stood silently trying to navigate the sound. "Yeah, I hear it. It kinda sounds like Yoongi." and it did sound like him, exactly like him. 

I sped walked to his room and barged in. "YOONGI, STOP!" There he was attacking someone, the other man looked about middle aged, and here was Yoongi, a 27 year old man, beating him to a pulp. I snatched him off of the older and laid him on the bed. He fought back but I've broken up quite a few fights between him and others, specifically Namjoon.