Jimin's pov.
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It's been two weeks since Yoongi disappeared.
I sit on a chair staring ahead instead of grading the tests my professor asked me to. I can't focus on the random questions on the paper. They brought me no interest, not like they ever did but today I hated the idea of sitting here. I want to go home and wrap up in a blanket like I had been for the past three weeks.
I gave up trying to find him or so I tell myself.
Sometimes at night I walk around wondering why'd he just left me. I wonder what caused him to leave with no explanation. He disappeared without directing me a final word.
"Are you alright Jimin?" My professor puts her thin hand down on the desk. I look into her fierce brown eyes and nod. I assure her I'm doing just fine.
"I'm...not concentrated that's all. I'm fine I promise." I smile sadly at her, I didn't mean to. I hoped for the curve of my lip to not be as depressing as it had been. I miss him.
"Something wrong with the boy you told me about?"
"What makes you think so?" I ask confused. I hadn't expected to her to be able to find the source of my sadness with her first try. She didn't speak to me, she simply stared at me, her face in her palms and her eyes squinted. She held the pen up to my face and nodded.
"Yes I was correct. Let me guess, you didn't work out?"
"I don't know."
It wasn't a lie. I really wasn't sure where we are or if there even is a we anymore. He just left...not leaving me any explanation. I told my professor of his sudden disappearance, she seemed very interested to hear my dishearten experience. Then I left.
I arrive to my home, lonely sad home. Jungkook is gone, off with my best friend perhaps. He yelled at me yesterday. He said I'm bringing him down, that he doesn't deserve to put up with my mood. He was right, not even Sniffles wants to be near me.
I haven't seen my friends since the day he left.
Namjoon said he was gone but I didn't believe him. I thought Yoongi would comeback, he wouldn't dare leave. I was wrong about him. Maybe I was even wrong about all we had, maybe it was all a lie. Everything was fake.
I haven't seen my friends in weeks, yet I couldn't say I missed them. I would rather be alone in my own sadness so that I would not spread it, I don't want no one feeling the way I am.
"Where are you?" I stare the couch where we shared our first gesture of lovers despite not being so. I mourned about him then my mother's death and that was our first bonding experience.
I left to my room where I dreaded to see the bed we use to lay in together. He'd pretend to sleep so that I wouldn't feel lonely in my dreams but I knew he'd be petting my cat Sniffles. I wonder how lonely those night must have been with all the questions that circulated his mind.
"Where are you idiot..." A tear falls down my cheek. It's not the first nor is it the last to fall for him. I want to know where he is, if he's feeling okay. I want him to be back in our bed complaining about Sniffles despite wanting nothing more but affection from the animal.
My heart feels like it's going to burst.
I just want to see him and ask him why he left. Why he didn't say a word. I just want to know if he stopped loving me or if he ever did and if he did then why did he leave me.
I'm going to search for him again. I don't care the light outside has disappeared or that I couldn't be kidnapped or beaten or lost or just go insane. I just want to see him.
I turn back to the door which I run out of. I run through the empty streets we once walked together hand in hand as lovers. I hated to set foot in our past steps but if that is what's going to take to find him again I don't care. I run from street to street in hopes to find him. I end up across from where we met. I see someone.
A skinny male man looking down, staring down at a grave. It's him, it's got to be.
I run across the street. I can sense him getting closer, it has to be him. It must be him!
A bright light shines in the corner of my eye and in that moment I knew we would not be reunited.
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Dead II Yoonmin
FanficHi I'm Min Yoongi. I have white hair, more like grey. I'm skinny and pale. People use to call me short but I don't think I am. Anyway I'm about 2 years old now. Yeah you're probably wondering how can you be two and talking? Well that's because I'm t...