Nothing In This World

Chapter-37

"Well, then be ready this Friday Mr. Jeon, a day with me, only me."

"I would love to Mr. Kim. A day where there's only us."

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'Get out of here, now'

'Yes, kid those women are dead now get lost.'

'But I want to see them.', yells the teenager through his tears.

'Please', he mutters falling onto his knees.

He lifts his head only when he hears someone say, 'I'll get you to see them kid. Now let's go to your home.'

'But they at least deserve to be buried properly sir! Please.'

'It'll be alright kid. I will talk to them now. Let's leave.'

The 15-year-old teenager his face blank and with no more tears shedding down his face, expression contoured into ice walks out with the officer taking them towards their home.

'This is where you live kid?', asks the officer stopping his car, right in front of the beachfront mansion which looked a lot better and more cheerful.

'Yeah, the right side of the mansion is used for lodging for the tourists.'

The officer nods. Both of them get down the car. The young teenager walks straight into the mansion locking himself in a room where he felt himself, where he had his dreams stuck on the walls, his happiness noted down in books and recorded in tapes.

All that made him only suffocate more. He couldn't hold his pain in anymore. He felt everything around him shatter again and this time he was old enough to understand everything not helping him in anyway.

He breaks down as he falls on to the floor, screaming out in agony and pain.

Jimin walks inside his room to call the elder down for dinner but his eyes sting when he sees the love of his life shuffling in the sheets in front of him, muttering incoherent words, tears leaving from the corners of his closed eyes.

He immediately approaches the elder and shakes the elder up, "Yoongi hyung, hyung wake up. Everything is alright. I'm here. No one's left. Wake up Hyung!"

After a few seconds Yoongi opens his eyes, "Jimin."

He props up on his hands pushing his back against the head rest and closes his eyes, trying to get the images out of his head.

He runs his hand on his face wiping away the tears he shed sub consciously while Jimin sits there looking at the elder, his eyes stinging with tears of pain.

"I thought the dreams recurred only at nights.", he whispers just enough for the elder to hear and the other chuckles bitterly.

"It isn't a fairy tale dream Jimin-ah, it is a memory, a memory from the past which haunts me.It has nothing to do with day and night."

Jimin looks at the other with concerned eyes, "Yoongi, I never knew you liked music."

"Like? Like is a small word Jimin. It was my life. They helped realize that music made me feel fucking alive before you came.", snickers Yoongi.

"It was my first love."

"Then--", started Jimin when they hear someone knock on the door.

"Hyungs come fast. Jin hyung is calling us for dinner.", comes Beomgyu's voice.

"Coming Gyu.", answers Jimin.

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"---everyone is here?", asks Beomgyu and nods when he sees everyone gathered on the porch.