Dead II Yoonmin

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Jimin's pov.

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I lay in bed staring up at the dark ceiling. Yoongi is in my arms, his eyes are closed but I know he's not sleeping. He can't.

"Yoongi..." I say softly. He hasn't even closed his eyes since he said we should stay in bed for the night. Ever since he climbed into the car after Jihoon and I had left him alone by the mural he'd been very quiet. I asked what had taken so long but he wouldn't tell me, he said he was looking at the mural but I know better.

"Yes baby?" he eventually answers. He sniffs and turns around so that he faces me. Although it dark in the bedroom I can still make out his face, his small eyes shone brightly. I put my hand on his cheek and feel wetness.

"Are you crying?"

He stays silent. I pull him in closer so that his head is buried into my neck and tears come in contact with my white shirt. I rest my hand on head and brush them softly while humming in hopes to calm him.

"I-I'm sorry." he whispers. I push him away and clean his face, "Sorry for what love?"

"I-I'm a-a I-- I don't know." he surrenders to finishing his sentence. He falls back on the pillow with his jaw clenched tight. I turn on the lamp and lifted myself up on my side so that I face him. His eyes flicker to me for a split second before he looks away again. "What did that boy tell you?" I ask. His eyes widen for a second, he really thought I hadn't noticed. He shakes head and bring the blanket up so that it covers half of his face, all that was visible were his lifeless eyes.

"Doesn't matter, whatever he said didn't kill me." he muttered beneath the blanket. I roll my eyes, the dead jokes again. "It didn't kill you but it upset you, now tell me." I insist. I couldn't stand to see him this way, sure he didn't look anything different but the vibe he put out made me uncomfortable.

"He um... told me about the mural..."

"What about it?" I tilt my head and furrow my eyebrows. He drags himself towards me until his arm bumps with my chest. His arm comes from under the blanket and land on my torso.

"He said that he knew the meaning behind it...that he didn't think what we did was wrong but many did." he furrowed his eyebrow like he was baffled by something. I keep my attention on him but his mind wonders off. He keeps his eyes away from me with the same expression for about a minute.

"Hyung."

I turn my head to find Jungkook head poking in through the door. He looks over to Yoongi oddly but I don't bother to spare him a glance. "What's wrong Kookie." I ask. "What's wrong with him?" he points to Yoongi besides me. I look back down at him to see him still looking lost. I shrug, "Don't know, now what do you want?".

"Are you not cooking tonight?" he says with some attitude. I raise my eyebrow at him but the sassy attitude stays. "Talk to me like that and your not eating tonight." I respond with an attitude as well.

"We're going for dinner Kookie, go get ready." Yoongi speaks up. Jungkook sends me a cocky smile before smiling at Yoongi and slamming the door shut. I sigh and look at Yoongi. "My treat." he smiles.

"Dead people don't have money." I mumble as I throw the blanket over his head. "No but this one has some." he says. I get up from the bed and walk to the light switch, "Do you now?".

"I sure do." he replies. I turn on the lights and walk to my drawer to search from some clothes. I bend down and start searching for a specific pair of pants. I stop as I hear a whistle.

"What?" I growl as I turn my head towards the bed. There was Yoongi laying on his side with a cocky smile on his face while he stared at me but not my face, something far from it. "It's nice." he mumbled. I rolled my eyes and pulled out a random pair of pants.

"Come. Come." he pats bed, I sit down and look down at him with an um amused expression. "Yes?" I ask blankly, I already know he's going to say something corny.

"You're very pretty."

There it is.

He flashed me a gummy smile before puckering his lips for a kiss. I kiss my hand and put it on his lips. "What did he say to you Yoongi?" I get serious again. He opens his eyes and looks down.

"Jimin I don't want to talk about it-"

"But I do, what did he tell you Yoongi." I repeat myself. He crawls off the bed and ignores me question. I call out to him again as he heads for the door.

"Yoongi! Tell me!" I throw the pants in my hand. He turns around and stares at the fallen piece of clothing. "Why are you crying?" he asks with a stern voice.

"I-I'm not!" I yell but he was right, I was crying. I wipe the tears from my face quickly and look away from him. A wave of fright and concern hits me all at once.

"Do you really want me to tell you?" he sits besides me on the bed. He puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his side. I nod my head, of course I did. "What if you don't like the answer? What if you see me differently? What if you don't want to stay together after what I tell you? What if you-"

I cut him off by pressing my lips against his. I pull away, "Nothings going to change how I feel about you Yoongi. Now please tell me, you're worrying me.". I crease his cheek and he leans into my touch. His cheek was cold despite the warm temperature in the room.

"I...trafficked human organs."

"That's all?" I ask. His eyes widen and he pushes me away. "W-What? H-How- Did you know?"

I shake my head. I tried to look calm on the outside all though in the inside I had so many questions but for some odd reason the idea didn't seem new, as if I'd known.

"There hasn't to be something more to it Yoongi, think about it." I tell him. I really didn't think he'd do it for money but I didn't know just why. His eyes search for something on the floor as he goes into deep thought.

"What if I did-"

"I'm hungry!" Jungkook interrupted him with his scream. I lean over and kiss his cold cheek. I take his hand in mind and pull he lifeless body from the bed. "Jooheon will clear it all up." I whisper as I lean in for another kiss. He complies with my wish and we pull away not too long after. We left for dinner and it was great. The words that were spoken to me about Yoongi's past didn't to pop into my head once as we laughed, ate, or while I was being made fun of. The idea didn't disturb me which left me wonder just why that night as I slipped under the covers with my dead lover by my side.

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I was suppose to doing an assignment which is late but here I am writing an update.

Hope you enjoyed!

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