Dead II Yoonmin

26

Yoongi's pov.

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"And here I was thinking I wouldn't see the grim reaper himself for the rest of my undead life."

I smile. "Good to see you too Jooheon." He takes hold of one of my hands while I take his opposite of that. We pull on them at the same time and my arm comes right out of it's socket, oh how I love our hand shake.

"You know," he says as he pops his it back into his shoulder,"I would have never thought to have found you here. How's the undead life treating you Hyung?"

I shrug, my arm back in it's place. "Pretty good. I've got a home and beautiful partner so better than you perhaps?" He chuckled as he leans against the mural. "I've got my self pretty established, just like you Hyung."

I shove my hands back into my jacket, I had stopped by my old home and had Jihoon bring it down to me. He was really nervous since our parents were home but he managed, smart boy he is.

"I've got to talk to you Heon," I say as I run my hand on the mural, "about this."

"She's a beauty isn't she?" He smiles, "We were quite the artist. I've been repainting her, she's chipped up in the years so I work on her at night. You should join me, Hoseok does."

I furrow my eyebrows, "Hobi's been here?" He nods. I disregard the information for now and move us from the mural to a coffee shop down the street.

I waited for Jooheon to get off his phone, he claimed he had an important call he must take. I stare up at the wooden clock, Jimin should have left the house by now. He starts his new job today, I wished I could have kissed him goodbye but I had to make sure I made it in time to meet Jooheon.

"Sorry for taking so long." He sits down, "Now what did you want to talk about?"

"The mural."

"What about it."

"What does it mean? Why did we traffick organ Heon?" I whispered the last part. There were only a few people but I didn't want to risk it. He looks around us before leaning in.

"To save them."

"Save who?"

"Those who must be save. Those who needed saving because the goddamn government wouldn't help. We did it for them Hyung."

The words hang heavily in the air as they sink into my head. The words also seem to trigger something in my dead brain for memories come flashing back.

"Hi Hyung." The little sick boy I have come to love waves at me. I sit on the chair beside him and hold his small hand.

"Hyung brought you something." I grin and he smiles. "Is it a new kidney?" He giggles.

I shake my head, I wish I could have nodded though. "We just have to wait a little longer." I try to reassure him. He knew I was lying though, we both knew he wouldn't get the kidney in time to save him.

"If you say so. What's my gift Agust Hyung?"

I pull the bear I'd been hiding behind my back the entire time out to him. It had a pretty red bow in the middle.

"I'll name him Yoongi." He smiles and holds the bear close to his heart, "He'll save me."

"Hello? Did you die completely?"

I snap out of it and push away the hand waving front of my face. My mind ends up trailing back to the flashback.

"You've been having those lately too right?" Jooheon hits my shoulder from across the table, "They're quite terrifying if you ask me. Sometimes I hate our school for forcing us into volunteer work, if they hadn't we probably wouldn't even be dead."

"Volunteer work?" I snap at him. He nods, "Has that memory not hit yet?"

"Clearly not, just look at his face."

I turn my head to find Hansol staring down at us with a little smirk plastered on his face. He takes a seat besides Jooheon.

"How'd you find us?" Jooheon asks.

"You look like huge blocks of cheese sitting so it wasn't hard to spot you as I walked by."

I look a Jooheon and he stares at Hansol blankly. It stays silent until Hansol disrupts it with a sigh. "Cheese is white and you guys are really pale, I shouldn't have to explain my joke!"

I still don't laugh at his lame joke. "Tell me what volunteer work?" I lean in.

"Oh that." Hansol says,"You guys were already there when I started. The school forced us into community service and we were put to serve in a hospital for children."

"Most of them were already dying when we arrived," Jooheon added, "they had faulty organs."

I nod, that I figured. I look back at the time, I was beginning to feel anxious. A feel I hadn't had in a very long time. I take a gulp of air despite not needing it and ask the question that's been floating in my head.

"That's how we died right? We donated organs?"

Hansol and Jooheon look between each other with worried faces. Hansol turns away but Jooheon doesn't, he looks me straight in the eye.

"That's how you died."

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