Dead II Yoonmin

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Third's pov

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"S-Stop it"

Jimin giggled as Yoongi made a farting sound into his neck, tickling him. Jimin slapped the corpse's body but that just caused him to be pushed against the counter even more. 

"What's going on...?" Jungkook asked, taking in the odd sight. Yoongi quit the movement with his mouth but did not remove his head from his lover's shoulder. "What?" he growled at the young boy. 

"Are you guys dropping me off at school or..." his eyes trailed to the clock behind them. "Oh! Yes, of course!" Jimin pipped up, flashing his younger brother a smile. 

Jungkook walked out, leaving to two alone again. 

"Are you going to take long?" Yoongi asked as he held the mug filled with coffee to his boyfriend. 

He shook his head as he took a sip, "Not at all, come along?"

"Eh...I'd rather spend some times with Sniffles instead." Yoongi bent down and petted the top of the cat's head, the creature hissed in return. "See he loves me." Yoongi said as he moved his hand away and wiped it away on his pants.

Jimin rolled his eyes, "Of course he does, so breakfast when I get back?".

 Yoongi nodded and waved him goodbye as he walked out of the room, his face facing the door. Jimin smiled in return, waving back. 

"Hyung! Hurr-"

"Shut up!" 

Jungkook stared at the cadaver shocked, "Why are you screaming?".

 Yoongi didn't look back as he walked towards his and Jimin's shared room,"I ask the same thing about you every morning. Have a terrible day."

With that he slammed the door shut. Jungkook stared at the shut door in confusion, he turned to his brother. 

"He's so negative...I don't get what you see in him." he complained, following his brother out of the apartment.

"You want to take the bus instead?" Jimin stopped and turned to him. 

"He's so lovely, you know always bring joy to the house. He loves Sniffles and Sniffles loves him. The world is great." Jungkook forced a sweet smile at the other man. 

Jimin chuckled, "That's more like it."

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Jimin's pov.

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Jin Hyung: I've got his records, come see me whenever you can.

I look up from my phone, shutting it off once my eyes have left it's screen. Yoongi was besides me, his eyes closed. He was pretending to sleep after I told him I wanted to nap but would feel bad knowing he'd stay awake. 

I sigh, moving closer to him. I lie my head on his chest, nothing. It was complete silence, he was like the tin man, heartless. 

"I thought we were napping..." Yoongi said softy as he pet my gray hairs, running his pale bony fingers through it. 

"Yeah but um...Hyung just texted me." I turned my head upwards so that I am looking him in his lifeless eyes. 

"What?" I ask, his eyes move on my face as if he were searching for something. A small smile comes onto his face, he shakes his head. 

"I was just admiring beauty. Anyway what does he want?" 

He now looks me straight in the eyes, awaiting an answer. I look away, to the dancing fingers on his chest that are mine.

 I huff, "He got a hold of your medical records...". Yoongi hums, I can feel the vibration on my ear. He seems to tense up besides me, "That's good..."

I stay silent, his tone was telling me otherwise. He sounded nervous, that was not the tone of someone who wished to know their past. I sit up, turning so that I could see the outline of his face in the darkness we lied in. 

"I'm scared."

He raises his hand and it lands on my lower back, smoothly rubbing. "Shouldn't I be the one with fear?" he asks softly, almost a whisper.

I look down, he was right.

I was scared to know what he was like as a boy my age or even Jungkook's age or even younger than that. I was scared to know why he did, how he died, or where he died. Was he from around here or was he moved from elsewhere to dispose of his body. All these thoughts floated through my head as I lied back down on his chest. 

"Will it all matter in the end?"

I nod.

He's not dead, he's undead. What he did in his days of breathing and having a beating heart may have some importance in this fortunate afterlife.  

"I guess not..."I lie through my teeth, I had no energy to argue otherwise. I was in too much doubt to even defend my own argument, it was not worth it. My body and my mind relaxed once again as he hand began moving up and down my back, smoothing my tensed up muscles. 

"Aren't you tired gray?" 

I smile, I found the nickname amusing. I nod on his chest, letting him know that indeed I was in need of rest regardless of doing nothing throughout the day. 

I close my eyes shut, letting the small light be shut off by the complete darkness of my eyelids. 

He kisses the top my head. 

That was all I needed for the tranquility to return, all I need for slumber to wash over me and fall into a blissful dream. 

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It's a bit short, sorry 

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