Dead II Yoonmin

24

Yoongi's pov.

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"It's beautiful."

I stared at Jimin's soft features as he runs his hand over the mural. The sun was shining on his face as he grinned.  "Not as beautiful as you." I mumble, not thinking he'd hear me. He turns to face me and pushes me back with a small shove. I chuckle as Jihoon pushed me toward Jimin and I end up pumping foreheads with him. 

"It really is a piece of art." he whispered before looking back to the mural. He was right, it really was. Although the painting may have been  done a few years ago it looked awfully vibrant...too vibrant. 

I walk closer to it and rub my hand along the wall. I pull my hand away and stare at the remains on it. Remaining on my hand were streaks on paint, it was faint but it was there. Someone had painted over our art...

"Something wrong?" Jimin asks softly from behind me. I nod slowly as I stare the side of the building up and down, something was definitely wrong. I stare at the part my hand had touched first, it was the side Jooheon and I had done together. 

"Jooheon was here." 

"Of course he was, he's been working on it for a few weeks now." Jihoon says from behind me. I turn to him and furrow my eyebrows. "Jooheon's dead." I lay the cold hard truth in front of him. Jihoon shakes his head slowly as he stares at me confused. 

"Hyung just went away for a while that's all, or at least that's what he told me." he said, I don't think he'd even heard what I had said. I look around the street, images come flashing into my mind. 

"Come on Hyung!" Jooheon yelled after me, I was way behind and the lights were getting closer. 

"I'm trying you radish!" I screamed back as we turned a corner and our mural comes into view. Across the street of it stood Hoseok staring at it with Mark by his side. 

"Hyung!" Jooheon yells again and pulls my arm. We start running again, Mark and Hoseok stay in their place as the lights come closer. 

"We have to find Jooheon. This means something." I sat pointing at the mural. Jihoon runs his hand along it, "Then wait until tomorrow, that's when he comes."

I nod and they start walking back to the car, I stay beside admiring our work for the last time. "Let us free them..." I whisper as I read the words. They were painted in script, a beautifully outlined with black. The colorful back ground made the words stood out, it screamed for attention.

"It's pretty isn't it?" 

I turn to see a young boy looking at the painting as well. He was really young, perhaps around Jihoon's age. I nod my head and turn to leave but what he says next stops me. 

"The Hyungs did such a great job, too bad they're not here anymore."

I turn back around and stand in front of him. He had brown hair, he was taller than me of course. "How do you know who made this?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him. He grinned and shook his head, "I don't."

"Who are you kid?" I questioned, no memory of this boy sprang into my head. Maybe I forgot him or maybe I didn't but right now all I want to know is who is he and why he talks like he knows us.

"Lee Mark." he said, his eyes flickered to a side of the building. Mark's and Hoseok's side. "I didn't know them but I wish I did, I want to thank him  for what he did." 

He was looking at the wall so gratefully. He looked down at me and grinned again. "Everyone talks about the creators though," he moved away and ran his hand through the mural, "many think what they did was wrong but I don't."

"What did they do...?" I ask softly, scared to know what exactly we had done. He doesn't say anything though for a while as he runs his hands along the words. 

"They freed us from suffering." he said. At the last word my mind starting goes crazy again, memories come flashing into my head. 

"Are you seriously backing out now?"

"No, I-I'm just scared that's all!" 

"And you think they aren't? Did you say you wanted to free them?! End their suffering!"

Hansol muscles gave out under him and he falls. I didn't say anything or tried to move him, I stared at him shivering on the floor. He hugs his knees and cries into them, the sound of his cries are the only thing that fill the quiet room. I shake my head disapprovingly, it was too late for him to back away now. The plans were set and done, how dare he decide to fall back now. 

"You guys ready?" Hoseok walked in dressed all in black. He hands me a black mask and I take it. I give the trembling boy one last look before walking past him and out the door. 

"What did we do...?" I ask again, hoping to receive an answer this time. I needed an answer.

"Trafficked human organs."

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This is kinda short bleh 

Hope you enjoyed!

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