Erroneous [Vminkook]

49: No Time To Die

His eyes are the grey skies on the sky; the cool wind caressing his skin; hissing whispers of the air against the branches of the trees; And most of all.... Completely lifeless.

Breathing isn't the same as being alive. Without that flicker of the warm light or the comforting blanket over your shoulders, it feels more like death.

Living for Yeosang felt like death.

Those emotionless eyes, of utter emptiness, only lingers intently at the stone in front. Those engraved letters still felt all too fresh on Yeosang's heart, recalling the moment he made it himself through his mental break downs with his own tools.

Even if his name is handmade, he knows Hwanwoong would've still loved it; even if he would never admit it.

Yeosang snapped his eyes shut, gulping down the tight knot in his throat just the remembrance of the small male's body filled with bullet wounds. He remembers visibly the way the boy blanket over him like a shield, taking all the shots just so his precious Yeosang would remain alive.

Living has felt more like hell ever since then.

"I should've never fell for you," Yeosang whispers, clenching his jaw tight, "Maybe it wouldn't hurt so damn much."

Just as expected, nothing was said in return.

"You're such a stupid d-dumbass," His voice is quivering now, vision blurred with tears, "Why did you g-get in the w-way! Huh? Why did you leave me! You lied!" And his fists began to slam hard against the stone, "You promised me you would stay! We were a team! W-Why did you make me fall for your lies! Why did you m-make me love y-you! FUCK, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE!"

The broken boy's hysterical shouts merges with the thunder of the sky, the hissing of the air caressing the branches, the wind pausing in his throat as it hitches to a familiar burn. A burn nothing much more painful than the blood oozing his knuckles, stopping his assaults on the stone to finally drop his body over it.

Noises of agony whirls like a shattered song from Yeosang's lips, the crystal tears reflecting every memory; every emotion; every self hatred as it traces back to the dead lover that he buried with Jungkook in a meadow where they use to come often to escape the gang life.

A day never goes by where Yeosang doesn't think about the male; who carried the stone cold attitude and pessimistic grimace on his lips. Despite his cold shoulder, that was the shoulder Yeosang leaned on to cool his fire down. He was what guided Yeosang away from psychotic thoughts in his head to be firm and taken seriously.

He was Yeosang's compass and Yeosang was his anchor.

They got tattoos to prove it.

Yeosang focuses his teary eyes to the anchor tattoo on his ring finger, remembering well how the blonde boy tattooed it on his skin.

What it would take for Yeosang to go back to that moment again? To be sitting on that uncomfortable leather chair of that tattoo parlor, eyes focused only on the way Hwanwoong's eyelashes blankets his light melanin skin and a cigarette perking at the corner of his pink lips, smoking escaping the other corner of his lips from time to time.

Yeosang can almost hear the light humming that would buzz his throat, sending him to complete ease as the gun pierces the small needles to his skin.

It didn't hurt, especially since Hwanwoong captured his whole attention alone.

He made the pain a little more bearable.

A breathless sobs escapes Yeosang's lips, face scrunching up with body going completely limp against the stone. A heartbreak would be jealous of the coiling emotion breaking apart the boy's heart from deep inside; a stubborn depression that never erased away from his soul.

Jungkook never knew how horribly the boy is suffering, Yeosang never letting it reflect his smile or his psychopathic eyes, preferred keeping it as his own personal hell instead.

He didn't want to worry his dad.

"I still miss you," Yeosang whimpers, moving to lean his forehead against the stone, "I miss you so much Hwannie, so m-much."

Time passed by and Yeosang still remained there; even if it was cold and the sky is seconds away from exploding in it's own tears. He doesn't want to leave Hwanwoong alone in this cold; he will endure it with him.

He will do anything for his precious Hwannie.

Just as the rain began to tap his exposed skin, drenching him in his tears, a shadow suddenly loomed over him, shielding his shivering body from the water droplets.

For a moment Yeosang believed death already came to take him away, yank his soul so he could be reunited with the love of his life.

However when he looks up, all he saw was the interior of a black umbrella with the deep frown on a familiar pair of full lips.

"You'll catch a cold," Jimin says softly, a hand extended out to him, "Jungkook will be worried."

Yeosang didn't move a muscle, trying to understand how the fuck he found him in the first place. He hates people seeing him so weak, like how he feels right now. With the panic cruising his body, he shoots up to his feet, wiping his tears away aggressively.

"Leave me alone Jimin," Yeosang huffs, walking past him, "You need to give up on me already. I'm not going to open up, no matter what you do."

Yeosang was just about to walk farther away but Jimin latches onto his wrist, yanking him back to him. The small boy looks at him at eye level, a deep scowl on his lips as Jimin stares intently into his eyes with his own pursed lips.

"I'm not going to let you suffer like this," Jimin huffs, his grip on his wrist tightening, "I get it that you don't trust either of us, but the more you keep this inside you it will only kill you. I would know."

The stare behind Yeosang's eyes only intensifies into a glare, leaning close to the blonde's face to intimidate him but then his breath hitch his throat as his gaze focus on many of Jimin's features.

His heart quenched.

It quenched so tightly as his reality between past and present felt like it was crashing together, possibly making him more insane than he is already.

"You..... Look like him."

The words escaped his lips before he could even process what he said, only letting his eyes focus on Jimin's blonde hair; wide eyes; soft pink lips; and melanin milky skin. His gaze follows the way his eyelash blankets his cheeks whenever he blinks, turning the knife in Yeosang's heart even more to the familiarities.

Especially those cold eyes, that slowly became soft upon seeing the pools of tears fill Yeosang's eyes once again.

So much like his Hwannie.

Why does he look so much like him?

Yeosang's hands slowly raised up, cupping Jimin's cheeks with his large hands. The rain fell harder from the sky, tapping the umbrella angrily but Yeosang's attention wasn't on that at all, only focused on the way Jimin's eyes stares at him intently.

Something inside him broke more than it already did.

He's not his Hwanwoong.

Hwannie is dead.

He's dead.

The male's face scrunches up in aggravation and lets go of Jimin's face, turning around, "Leave me alone, I'm begging you, leave me alone," And he walks away, letting the rain drench his whole body as he leaves a speechless Jimin behind.

With his Hwanwoong as a ghost beside him.

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A/N:
Ouch, this was painful....

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