Infinity |Kim Seokjin|

2~

I finally reached my small, vacant house. Lazily, I kicked of my shoes and dropped everything off on the table in the living room before heading to my room into warmer clothes and a heavier jacket. I ran my fingers through my soft hair, looking at myself in the mirror. I think I look good. I know I do, but I haven't been able to keep myself up because Y/n wasn't around. Sighing deeply, I left the house again with the small bouquet of flowers clutched in my left hand. I passed by the small cemetery, locating a certain grave, although she wished to be cremated, we buried a bit of her ashes her and spread the rest. L/n Y/n it read. Tears flowed down my face. The flowers fell perfectly onto her gravestone, and I took a seat on the ground beside it.

"Hey Y/n, how are you?" I asked.

"I'm good as always~" She cooed in response, looking up at me. "How was work?" Y/n asked back.

"We had today off and I want to spend this time with you since I hardly ever spend time with you." I wrapped my arm around her as we sat on the grass in the meadow. The sunlight gave us some warmth from this cold spring day. She wrapped her delicate hands on her arms.

"Oppa~ I forgot my jacket and now I'm cold," Y/n spoke with aegyo all over. I couldn't resist and took off my jacket and placed it on her.

"There~ This should do," I smiled, her hands clutched the jacket to hold in the warmth.

Jin took the jacket he wore and placed it around Y/n, or rather, her spirit. It fell to the ground soundlessly, the sun setting and the temperature slowly dropping. He placed his back against the gravestone for support while he chatted with the spirit of Y/n.

She snuggled and fell asleep on my lap. The sun was starting to set, leaving a beautiful scenery. I snapped a quick photo, texted the guys a good night, and tucked my phone away.

"Y/n~," I gently shook her. She was passed out. I sighed, getting a little chilly.

"So, you know how I asked if you'd love me no matter what?" Y/n asked softly. I felt my stomach turn. She turned around on my lap to face me, a tear cascaded down her cheek. "I've wanted to tell you this, but I'm scared."

I brushed my hand through her silky hair. "What's wrong?"

Another tear fell.

"I went to the doctors because of my headache." She shook her head. "It was worse." Her once rosy cheeks became wet from tears. "I was afraid." This was shaking me.