Dead II Yoonmin

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Yoongi's pov

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Namjoon puts my hand over his chest, where his heart is suppose to be except it isn't his heart I feel pound against his rib cage, it's mine. 

"Here Agust, here it is." He says with a crack of his voice. A tear rolls down his cheek but I can't bring myself to wipe it off. My hand lies on his chest and I can't move it. I am feeling my own pounding heart inside my friend. 

"We promised to never talk about, ever." Namjoon says, his voice low. "You made me promise that when I'd go visit you every blue moon that I cannot talk about because even in your grave you wouldn't want to hear me cry." 

His words bring me into I trance I can not escape. Everything around me blurred and a pain shot through my head. 

"Stop crying for god sake Joon." I say. Namjoon sits on the floor with his knees to his chest, rocking himself back and forth. He looks weak and vulnerable, a way I don't want to see him. I ask him again to get up but he refuses, he mutter incoherent words in form of sobs. 

"No pestering him." Mark places his hand on my shoulder. He rubs his thumbs against it and I immediately smack it away. If he thinks I'm the one in need of comforting he's wrong. As if my thoughts were heard, Hoseok walks past me to Namjoon. He bends in front of him and takes him into his embrace. 

"Woah what's going on? Why's Hyung on the floor and crying like a baby?"

I shake my head disapprovingly at the sight of my two best friend in tears on the ground. I hate seeing them like this, showing weakness. I turn around and let them be, I walk over to the kid putting his bags down on the table. 

"What you've got there?" I ask him as he places a white container slowly on the surface. He points to it, "Kidneys. I got them in return for a very tempting price, something easy and doable. This is probably the best deal I've done." 

"Whose it for?" 

"Some girl whose up next on the list but they can't get one for her. If she doesn't get a new one by next week she's a goner." 

"Any relation to her Vernonie?" I mock him with his nickname, he hates it. He scowls and raises his middle finger to my face. The kid was spicy, I've always liked that about him. 

"I don't and what the hell is wrong with Joon Hyung?"

I turn back to look his same way, Namjoon now presses his face in Hoseok's shirt. I can no longer hear him. Mark approaches us, he shakes his head while his eyes jump around the room. 

Doubt starts to fill my body at his expression and the slump of his walk. "Can we get one?" 

"It's impossible to get a heart on such short notice Agust. Jooheon's going crazy searching, he's been out all day with no luck. I think we should start loosing hope and enjoy his last months with him, you know if he even has that much time left."

"Excuse me?" Hansol interjects. "Why would we need a heart? I thought his heart was keeping up...?"

I breath deeply, I can't help but look back at my friend. His issue was something that metaphorically was seen as a praise but physically as an issue. He has a big heart. 

"Don't cry Sol." 

It was too late. Hansol rushes to Namjoon and Hoseok on the floor, between the three they sob together. They were a mess, a complete disaster of humans. 

"They told him they'd get him the heart in time, unless one pops up out of nowhere by tomorrow there's no hope for him. Let's go enjoy his remaining time with him Yoongi." Mark pats my shoulder again, his expression depresses me. 

Namjoon was promised he'd be given a heart in time before his condition could worsen to the point his body couldn't take it. I stare at my friend break down in what could be his last moments and I can't help but try to imagine our lives without him. 

I can't imagine no one to be there to comfort Hoseok when he and I fight because of something stupid I said or did. No one would be there to keep Hansol in his lane when he thinks he's all mighty, someone to bring him down from his cloud nicely unlike yanking him down like I do. I don't want to imagine the boy who loved him be left behind living with a broken heart. I don't want to and I decide that perhaps I don't have to. 

The reason I became involved in all this mess of trafficking was to help people like my friend. Maybe I can do that one more time. 

"Yoongi! Hey Yoongi! Come back to me!"

A small hand is being waved in my face, no doubt it's Jimin's hand. His face is close to mine as he stares down concern along with four other surrounding face.

"Alright give him some space!" Jin says and everyone moves away. 

"It's not like we're taking up his oxygen, he's dead."

"I swear to god Jungkook , get back in the kitchen!"

I sit up, I'm laying the sofa now. Jimin holds my hand and he leans close to me. He whispers words I cannot not hear. 

"You fainted." He says much louder. "You were talking to Namjoon and you fell back and bumped you head. For a dead man your accidents are quite dramatic." 

"I fainted...?" I can't believe it, I was somewhat asleep...? That was impossible...until before this that is. "Where's Joon?"

"Outside with Hoseok, he said he need to take a breather."

I thank him and leave to join the duo. Their eyes flicker to me when the door opens, Namjoon was most nervous to see me. Hoseok looked between us then excused himself. 

"I'm sorry..." Namjoon mutters. He rubs his chest softly, his eyes were teary as well as puffy from crying. I stare at him, I feel something. I feel more than I ever felt when I was alive. 

"'Let us free them'" I say softly. He turns back to face me, his eyes wide open. "I freed you from your suffering. I made the right choice in doing so, you've done so well Joonie. Hyung is very proud of you." 

"B-But Y-Yoongi-"

I put my hand on his chest, over my heart. "I'm glad it's gone to a better place." 

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Things should be clearing up now.

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