Dead II Yoonmin

22

Yoongi's pov.

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I stare at the pictures in my hands, four pictures, four of my lifeless friends. First one set out on the table was of Hoseok, it was his mug shot. 

His brown hair fell over his tired eyes, his lips were curved down in a way I hated seeing them. His skin looked brighter than normally from the lights they used. He looked much younger, however he didn't look pure as he does now. I pushed the picture behind the rest. 

Now in my hand was the picture of Jooheon, my prank buddy. He was one of my favorite at the graveyard, he'd go along with all my tricks. When Hoseok would make up some lame excuse to not do them I went to Jooheon and he followed along. He looked so much more alive in that picture, well maybe that was because he was. I chuckle at my own joke. I stare at his frizzy red hair for a last time before putting the picture of my dear friend behind Hoseok's.

The youngest in the pile now stared up at me, Vernon. Hansol didn't look much different in his mugshot yet again he was the last one to die among us. His hair was long and brown, a vibrant brown. It suits him well, the grey that settles in after death doesn't go too well with everyone. He glared into the camera, however it was a soft glare that could still sent shivers up someone spine. 

I sigh and turn away the picture of the boy I fought with the most. The second to last picture rested in my hand now. It was Mark, he looked the same. Sure he looked a tad bit younger than he does now, death did not do him so well. He stared straight ahead into the camera with a blank expression. His colorful bangs had been pushed back exposing his odd looking forehead. I let out a ball of air as some of his scolding would come into my head. He sure loved to yell at me about scaring the teenagers that would come mess around once in a while, he said it wasn't nice. I let out a small laugh, I'm not nice so it was okay for me to do so, that was the excuse I'd retort with. 

Finally I turn to the last picture, it was of myself. Jin had slipped it into the folder with all the information he'd briefly told us, of course more details lied inside.  

I held the picture up this time instead of looking down at it on the table. My hair was bright green, I remember a bit of this era in my life. It wasn't too long after my death, I knew that. Perhaps a year or two before it. I remember Namjoon and I had lost a bet, one which I cannot recall, against Hoseok. Dying our hair to his choice of color was our punishment, he chose green for me and pink for Namjoon. I'm surprised that I've remember such an uneventful day of my life.

I smiled as I recalled the memory of Namjoon screaming at the top of his lung when he'd seen the final result. I had actually liked my hair although I despised such bright colors. That was shown in the photo too, I wore a plain black shirt. My face had a small smirk plastered on it, just like Jooheon's. I'm sure we came in agreement to do that before taking the photo. 

I set down the photos and reach over to the yellow folder I had pulled them out from, a document was pulled out by my two fingers. I lied the papers on top of the pictures, it was a report by the police officers that had arrested us the night that the mug shots were taken. I won't read all of it, simply scan it.

"Let us free them..." I said the words out loud. My finger creased the words on the paper. The police officer had typed up the words the that had been spray painted on the side of a building. He wrote of how he'd come across four boys spray painting graffiti on the side of a building and took them in. 

"No attempt to escape..." I read the words out loud and smiled, that right we were no cowards. We accepted our crime. I closed my eyes and the memories of that night come rushing back into my head. 

I opened my eyes, "I remembered...".

I reached into the yellow folder and let my hand reach all the way inside. My hand came in contact with something that didn't quite feel like paper, I pulled it out. There it was, the photo of our crime scene. 

"Let us free them!" I read out the words painted on the wall, "I remember!"

I threw my hand back and began laughing as I recalled smacking Jooheon on the back of the head after he'd dropped the blue spray can. That's right I even remembered the color. I remembered Vernon carrying the masks in one hand while carrying a red can in the other. I remembered Mark and Hoseok working on half our art while Jooheon and I did the other half, Vernon worked in the middle. We conversed of how Namjoon should have been there instead of at the stupid open house at school, we called him a nerd for it. 

"Hey... you alright?" 

I turn my head and see Jimin walk in with his messy hair and tired eyes. I smile at him and nod, he returns the smile. He walks to the counter and begins preparing his coffee. 

"Why so happy?" he asks me softly, his back facing me. "I remembered."

He turns around and tilts his head, "What did you remember...?"

"This." I held up the picture of our mural and he squinted to look at it. "Let us free them? You made that?"

"We all did." I pointed down at the photos of the four boys. He smiled and turned back around to continue making his drink. I let out a small chuckle as I put away the pictures but keep the report out. I read some of it out loud to Jimin. 

"The ones with the bright hair colors by the first names of Agust and Jooheon, whispered between each other disregarding the threats we sent their way."

Jimin let out a small giggle, "Bad boy weren't you?". I smiled sheepishly but kept on reading small excerpts of the document. 

"Agust would not make the straight face we asked, he and the red head kept small smirks on their faces, once again disregarding our instructions. They sent insults my way every time I'd tell them what to do, eventually we gave up and let them keep the expression."

Jimin broke out into a fit of giggles this time, his eyes closing and his teeth exposed. I smiled and put the paper away before walking up to him. I grab the coffee cup from his hands and set it down on the counter. I wrapped him arms around his small waist and his hands tangled in my black strands. 

"What are you doing today?" I mumbled, my lips against his cheek. He hummed, probably going over his schedule. "I don't start work with my professor at the university until next week and I don't have class so I guess nothing, why?"  

I pulled away from his cheek right after I had pecked it and looking him in the eye. "I want you to take me somewhere." I said. He looked around as his played with a ball of air in his mouth, his cheeks puffing up in different spots.

"What do I get in return?" he asked, a sweet smile on his lips. "I'll take you out on a date, anywhere you want. I'll have some money after you take me where I need to go." I told him, I meant what I had said, I really did. 

"It doesn't require money." he says. I tilt my head and furrow my eyebrows, I wait for him to elaborate.

"Take me to see the your 'crime scene'." he looks past me to the folder on the table. I nod, I can do that.

"Where do you want me to take you?" he finally asks. I look behind me to the table where another untouched folder lied. 

"Take me to see my brother."

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I enjoyed writing this chapter so much idek why

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