Dead II Yoonmin

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Yoongi's pov. 

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I'm a monster yet somehow portrayed a hero. 

I've let man die just so others can live. 

I didn't save anyone, they saved me from self disgust. 

"Accept it." Mark told me the day we reunited. We sat back where it all started, back in my years of youth and prosperity. The room was as dark as I imagined it, filled with dark memories of all our past. 

"We did it for a reason." Said Jooheon. He tried to convince me that I was not some disgusting creature that deserved to have died, I still didn't believe him. 

"Our judgement was in the right place." Said Hansol. He tried hiding the fact that he too was feeling like shit. He too was feeling a piece of scrap that was entitled to the horrible death he had. The boy died due to stab in his chest, his organs were stolen right after. 

"We saved them." 

Those were the last spoken to me by my companions. 

I shut the door, leaving them behind in their own world of pity. I wanted nothing to do with them anymore, I want nothing to do with anyone. I have sealed my unfinished business in the word of the living along with that of the undead. 

I met the boy that named me on the way to where I belonged. 

His bright smile reminded me of someone it hadn't when I first encountered him. I didn't tell him it was I who he named. I had become unrecognizable to him, he no longer remembered the face of the man he'd given identity to. 

"I want to thank him for what he did."

You don't have to kid I thought as I saw his eyes full of hope and live look into my dead and lifeless ones. I don't deserve such a gesture from a kid as sweet as him. What was in him I had taken from someone else. 

I regained many of memories after much reflection back at my home. The dead leaves and lifeless grass welcomed me warmly. I rid of my shoes and hid them in my grave where I planned to return to soon, maybe I can finally fully leave this world. I left to the hidden cave. 

There I remembered it all. 

I saw the organs of those who had them involuntarily stolen or simply deprived of at the end of their life. They gushed in blood in the container I would take from their first holder for a small price and then to Mark. 

I got involved at a far too young age. I was sixteen when it all started. 

I had caught Chaerin with a kidney one night as she ran from people I hadn't been aware of. She begged me to keep shut, she cried until I cried because I thought her eyes would fall right out. Jihoon was in the room besides us sleeping, clueless to the world I had just discovered. 

I told Jooheon and Hoseok about it. At the time were forced into choosing volunteer work, we chose a children's hospital. That was my first mistake. 

There I met Lee Mark as he was perishing. I fell in love with the little boy whose life was slipping from right under his small nose. 

That's where it all really began. 

I couldn't stand to see his pale body, purple eye bags, and machines hooked up to his body. I hated hearing his groans of pain, his cries, and those of his family. On the day he named me I decided I wouldn't let him die, I was going to something not just for him but for the kids whose pains echoed in my thoughts. 

Chaerin set us up with Mark. They had contacts to make it all happen. My sister would make the deals to retrieve the needed organs and my friend would smuggle them into the hospital. I never found out how he did it, how the records of unknown organs appeared in computers overnight. 

I met Jennie a year after that. We were assigned a project at school together, she told me about her dying mother. I helped her without letting her know but she found out someway I never learned. We fell in love after that, she too became involved for a certain time. We ended our relationship after a few years when she decided she wanted to leave to study elsewhere. I supported her decision and let her go, I stayed behind. 

Hansol appeared sometime after Jennie. He took upon volunteering at the children's hospital and unlike everyone else he noticed the unusual situation with the donations of organs. He knew I had something to do with it, because 'I'd come far too often'. He caught on and jumped on board to recklessness without hesitation. 

I fell into a slump after I was left alone. My sister left to peruse a career in a different country and the girl I had deeply fell for left as well. I smoked and drank to the point where I would blank out for days. I disappeared from home, I ended up in hospitals most of the time. The images of Jihoon's young innocent crying face burned into my brain. I was pulled out of that depression by my friends, one which I later developed romantic feelings for. 

Years past until I become involved with someone else. Something sparked with Hoseok in our adult years. We had almost died when we decided to get together, we had been caught loitering. We hid in a trash bin alley down from the store we were chased out of, the man chasing us had a gun. Hoseok had been shot, he confessed first. 

My life continued the same for some time with Hoseok, I was the happiest I had ever been that was until Namjoon's news struck us all. The bastard had been hiding his condition from us, he was dying. I could not sleep the night before our operation. I stayed up all night looking up at the sky from the rooftop of a store I had stolen from plenty of times with Joohoen. I was ready to bid this world farewell. Hoseok found me that night, he was tears, he begged me not to go through with it. Morning arrived with his sleeping body in my arms and our friends around us. 

Now I stand in front of the cemetery looking out into what is my safe haven. The dark light illuminates it to make it look like the cozy home I was welcomed into two years ago. I was brought out of my deep thought by the sound of screeching tired and a loud impact. 

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I told ya'll all would be cleared up. 

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