Dead II Yoonmin

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Yoongi's pov.

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I rush over to the muffled screams of agony. Whoever he or she was, their were in pain. That much I knew.

I looked back to where I had left Jimin. He was too far to even become aware I was no longer where I said I'd be. I look back to find the hand balled up in a fist and it throws dirt my way. Quickly I brush it off and began grabbing handfuls of the dirt.

Soon the hand was an a full arm. A very thin arm, a feminine one. It must be a woman.

"H-Help!"

It's definitely a woman.

She takes hold of my hand and squeezes it tightly. I push it away and start undig her more. I feel her shoulder, her head is close.

I dig even faster as I hear her groans get louder, I don't want Jimin seeing this.

I keep digging her other side, where her other hand is until brown stands of hair become entangled in my bony fingers. I dig her head out, she screams as the light hit her brown eyes. Her mouth was wide open and she looks around scared until her eyes fall on me.

"I-I argh! It hu- ugh!"

"Push up!" I scream at her. She does just that. She places both her hands on the dirt and I put my palms beneath her arms. With a grunt and a scream, together we manage to pull her out.

She falls right on top of me.

"W-What?! W-What is-is I-...Who- What-"

"Calm down." I grab her shaking head and hold it to my chest. She trembles there for what seemed like forever.

She was in dress and that's all. The color of the dress was no longer identifiable. Dirt had covered her from top to bottom.

She pulls away. "Why d-does m-my b-body h-h-hurt s-s-so mu-much?"

I don't answer her though. I push her head back on my chest and keep it there. She was reborn into the world of the undead, did she really think it was going to be painless?

"Yoongi?"

I look up to find Jimin looking down at the woman in my arms, his eyes then flicker to the small hole in the ground.

"Hey um..."

"Whose that?" He looks down to the woman, he turned pale. His eyes scan her up and down, staring at the dirt all over her body. "Who are you?" He addressed her directly.

She pulls away, her brown eyes met mine. She moved away and sits of her calves. She looks at Jimin and then around. "I-I do-don't know." She tripped over her own words. I looked besides her where her grave was, the name on the tombstone.

"Welcome back Jennie."

***

"Um Yoongi...?" Jennie looks at me from the bathroom. She was clean now, her hair dripped onto her wet shoulders. I raise my eyebrows waiting for her to keep going.

"C-Can you help me?" She mumbled. Her cheeks turned red, it compliments her face well. "With what?" I ask. She had just come out of the shower and by the looks of it, she wasn't even dressed.

"I...can't get this thing s-strapped. M-My uh hands sti-still shake."

I looked around me, no one in sight. I guess I'll have to, Jimin wasn't here for me to ask him either. "Sure." I get up from my spot on the couch and push Sniffles off my lap. He hisses at my actions but I don't care.

"I'm sor-sorry to have to to ask you this but I-I really can't do it."

I hummed. She was still on the edge, nervous. I had told her I'd explain everything once she cleaned herself up. Jimin left to go find her some female clothing.

I pushed the door open slightly and her back faced me, her bare back. "O-On the la-last one please." I was confused as to what she was referring to be I understood once she put her hands through two straps.

"I don't think I've ever put one on but I'll try."

So I do. It was difficult for the first seconds but then my hands took each side and interlocked them. It was as if it wasn't my first time and might have not been.

"Did I do it right?" I ask her. She looks over her shoulder but our eyes don't meet.

"Yoongi?"

Jimin.

I turn around to find the beauty looking past me and his face falls. He doesn't say anything, he nods and leaves.

"Jimin!" I yell and go after him. I hear our bedroom door slam shut but he didn't lock it so I go in.

His eyes are red and teary.

"Jimin..." I walk towards him and sit down besides him. I lean in to kiss his cheek but he moved away.

"Why were you with her in the bathroom while she didn't have a shirt? Were you trying to take her bra off?"

I try to take his hand but he pushes mine away. I don't let it stop me though, I grab it and hold it tightly.

"Did you really think that's what I was doing? Really Jimin?"

He stayed quiet and he quits trying to escape my grasp. "I don't know..." His soft voice cracks and I make him look at me. His jaw was trembling and a tear was so close to falling. It broke a piece of me to see him like that, it felt like my non existent heart would break.

"Listen beautiful, I wasn't. She simply needed help, she's still really nervous. I'm not stupid enough to not know what prize I have in front of me. You."

He nods and sniffs. He closes his eyes and puts his head on my shoulder. He interlocks his fingers with mine and an apology escapes his lips.

"I really didn't mean to get jealous."

I kiss the top of his head and throw my arm around him. I don't blame him for being jealous but I also hadn't expected him to almost cry about it.

"Did you bring her clothes? I don't think we should tell her she's wearing an dead woman's bra."

Jimin giggles and lifts his head. "Yeah I don't think we should."

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