Dead II Yoonmin

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Jimin's pov.

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I lay on his couch, sniffles in my arms as I pet his soft gray fur. I stared at Yoongi who sits next to me. He was just staring into nothingness, well more like the coffee table. I still can't wrap my head over what Jin told me. I just can't believe.

He doesn't have a heart...

"It's fine, blondie."

I look up at him confused, how did he know? Do dead people read minds?

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

He shrugs and begins running his pale bony hands through my light bleached hair. It feels nice... soothing. I close my eyes, which had been glued to the ceiling. This is probably the calmest I've felt since my mother left...

"My mother would run her hands through my hair like that..."

It stays silent, Yoongi does not make a sound, he just keeps on moving his hands through my hair. Thoughts of my mother flood through my head for his slow movements remind me of her. 

"Is it upsetting you?"

"No."

"You're crying."

I shake my head slowly, somehow it had made it onto his lap. He was right though, tears had slowly been making their way out of my dry eyes. I bring my hand to wipe it away but something cold make it there first. 

His lips. 

"W-Why?" I ask him as he pulls away from cheek. The tear that had been there, now stained against my cheek and the rest of it on his dry lips. 

"My mom would always kiss my tears away... she would say that me wiping them away was pointless, someone else should be there to wipe them for me. Sounds kind of selfish but that's how she ensured I'd come to her when I was upset..." he chuckled lowly afterwards as he stares off into nothingness again.

"You remember you mother?" I ask completely shocked by how much he's told me about his life, the most I've heard so far. 

"I can't remember her face exactly but I remember some of her words...those being some of them."

I hummed and nodded, it does sound selfish. Another tear falls down my cheek as I try to blink away the remaining.  I thought he wouldn't kiss it away, so I bring my hand to wipe it away before it makes it to my lips. 

"Don't."

My eyes widen just slightly, in matter of seconds his face is right in front of mine. My wrist is caught tightly in his hand as he leans down. He doesn't hesitate as the tear swerves towards my top lip. 

"Yoongi?" I mumble, my top lip skimming his. All he does is make a shushing sound before he leaned down further so that our lips interlocked. 

I don't know why but I kissed back.

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