The Last Breath | YoonMin

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" Ladies and eggheads, please keep both arms and legs inside the cart at all times!"

" Kook I swear to god, If you throw me out of this wheelchair I'm going to sue you." I let out a soft laugh.

" Alright, alright I'm sorry." He grins as he takes a seat on the bench he parked me next to.
" Maybe if we go like really wilde you lose some limbs. Do you think your funeral would be less expensive if you have less limbs to bury?""

" Are you fucking kidding me right now?" I say annoyed. " God how I wish I could still slap the shit out of you right now."

Jungkook giggles as he gently pats the beanie on my head. " I love you to buddy."

" I'm sorry about you and Taehyung.." I say after a moment of silence.

" It's alright." He gently smiles. " He's a good guy. It just.. wasn't the right time, I guess.."

I nod my head silently. " You can take him with you if you want? To my funeral I mean. If you both want to of course?..

" Sure, I'll call him." He mumbles.

" Do you have it all planned out? The whole thing?"

" Yeah pretty much.." I say, picking the loose strings from the scarf my mom put on me. " Acutally I.. Wanted to ask you something."

Jungkook doesn't say anything, he just looks at me in silence.

" I asked Yoongi this too. But.. I was wondering.. if you want to, and only if you think you can, do you maybe want to write a eulogy for me?"

I bite my lip as I wait in silence for Jungkook to awnser, but he stays awfully quiet.

" Of course Jim.." He suddenly says. " Anything you want me too."