SUPPER [yoonmin]

17: heart

Yoongi stood in the kitchen that day. He looked at the plate in front of him, a clean white late all ready to be used for the last supper. The raven glanced at the hallway from the kitchen making sure jimin wasn't nearby before grabbing the wrapped up knife. Untying the elegant bow and taking the knife in his hand. He didn't think he would be using it ever. but he had to now.

Everything for Jimin.

It felt strange knowing he was about to do this. He hasn't really thought about it that much yet, trying to not think of the bad outcomes. Yoongi wasn't sure, but he had to do it either way. He wanted to do it for the boy. Jimin meant everything to him, if jimin dies yoongi wouldn't be able to live either. so this had to be done to keep the precious life of the one he loves.

"Okay....this is it, '' Yoongi said, flipping the knife over so the tip was pointing down. He held it with both hands and swung it down. Just before the knife could pierce his skin, his eyes turned a bright red color, pupils turned to slide. And the knife stabbed through his chest....

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Jimin sat in the living room at the dining table,. he was waiting for quite a while now. His fingers drew circles over the edge of his glass trying to make sounds. He managed to do so and kept going, smiling at it. He might become a magician one day.

Probably not but it was a nice thought. Jimin didn't have any intentions for that now. Maybe later if Yoongi likes it. Maybe if he would ever get his voice back he might try singing, he was always fascinated by the street musicians in the village. the music that was played at restaurants at night. He would love to be able to sing like them. but Jimin didn't have the voice for it. He sighed and his finger stopped circling. his eyes looking at the handkerchief on the table. a little bloody.

He was starting to get really bored from all the waiting so he stood up to go look for the other. His feet bring him to the hallways and all the way to the kitchen when Yoongi should be. He pushed the door open further and frowned not seeing Yoongi there. just the normal knife and cutting board. a pan on the stove for the soups of earlier. but no yoongi. He pouted and looked around his eyes, noticing a small paper on the cutting board. He took the note and looked at it.

'Enjoy your supper, it's on the table.'

Jimin sighed and put the note down walking back to the dining table. Not getting why yoongi won't just come give it to him. A little annoyed jimin entered the room and sat down looking at the cloche that covered the big round white plate. always hiding the mystery food that was under it. He pushed up his white sleeves so he wouldn't stain them while eating before removing the cloche, smiling at the thought of filling his stomach with delicious food again.

He was surprised to see what was under it. his eyes seeing a heart on the plate. in a small puddle of its own blood. Jimin saw another note this time on the plate. He took it off the plate and looked at the elegant handwriting he recognized as Yoongi's.

'You remember I said I would even give you my heart? I don't lie my dear Jimin~ Like I promised, I would make you better. this will heal all your pain, don't let it go to waste my love~ loves, Yoongi.'

Jimin's smile was nowhere to be seen anymore. His eyes just looked at the plate. He didn't like it. yes he understood, he wasn't stupid to not connect the dots. Jimin did not like this food. Is this why yoongi wasn't to be found? It must be... The boy teared up as he grabbed the fork and knife off the new and clean handkerchief. Knowing yoongi won't be there to feed it to him and smile at him. He will have to cut it himself, feed it to himself and smile at himself. Flowy his knife neared the big muscle cutting a piece of it. His hand was shaky when nearing his mouth. He didn't know if he could do this. But what can he do? he didn't want to let it go to waste.....he can't let him have done this for nothing. Jimin couldn't just throw it away, refusing to eat. Yoongi said this will heal al his pain...so he will eat it, out of respect and out if his wishes for this pain to leave his body alone. And he took his first bite. his bite of the most precious part of his lover. He was once again eating the one he loves so dearly and who loves him back so dearly. His taste buds had such a good reaction to this new flavour his eyes widened cofirm it. Even if he was crying softly he kept eating, cutting piece after piece his chewing getting faster and more hungry with each bite. this taste was unexplainable, he felt his whole body heat up from this, the hunger inside of him fading and his throat felt smooth....the painful ache in his throat was disappearing.

So this is what Yoongi meant. This was his last medicine, the thing his body needed. Yoongi had been knowing it all along, he had been preparing for it all this time. Just like Yoongi said. he would give Jimin his heart....

And so even with the tears that wouldn't stop Jimin finished the plate. cleaning his lips with the perfect white cloth staining it with the blood of his lover. But then he felt weird....everything was spinning and he couldn't keep his balance on the chair, falling sideways to the ground. his lips parted into a silent cry that slowly got audible, his body was burning intensely, and then everything turned black.

Jimin laid on the ground next to the chair. His body limp, eyes closed, lips parted, some of his teeth still had some blood on them from the food. but then his eyes snapped open, they didn't have this warm natural color anymore....

they were red.

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finally. wioreofjhsfh

we got to this point. hehehe, i hope you enjoyed. we will be moving to the ending of this book now, like i said from the start it wouldnt be the longest heh. Thank you for reading, see you in the next chapter!

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