grim ; yoonmin [original]

045

045

STALACTITES and stalagmites decorated the cavern yoongi was currently strolling through. moans and groans of those dead and having never lived echoed in a haunting tune.

he'd been thinking over what scythe had told him a few days ago; to just tell his dad about jimin.

it wasn't like there was much his father could do if he disproved anyway—well, other than kill the boy, but that was besides the point.

he'd recited what was going to come out of his mouth over and over again in his head.

he knew, however, his plans may change being that nothing went accordingly when dealing with his father.

the word father to yoongi was that of a bittersweet taste.

the devil definitely was not his biological dad, however they shared the same composition of blood.

their blood was something not many underworldly creatures shared, therefore making those with it instantly related.

that was why seokjin was technically considered yoongi's older brother.

he tried to keep his mind off of just exactly how he came to be the grim reaper. those memories were where everything good in his life had halted and refused to follow him.

his scythe had been silent while yoongi traveled. he didn't mind all the much, but would prefer something to keep his mind from wandering.

after walking for what felt like decades through the chilling cavern, he'd finally made sight of an exit.

he met a grand door decorated in jewels and burgundy silk. he pulled on the cylindrical crystal door handle and was met with a temperature opposite the deep, dark cave.

he stepped into heat and light, taking in a deep breath.

he was prepared to speak to his father.

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ik this chap was boring and short, but i'll make up for it in the upcoming ones (;

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