Dead II Yoonmin

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Yoongi's pov. 

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My rotting life became dull. 

I spent my days staring out into what I established as my kingdom. I'd be the kind king in this village to help those who'd rise from the dead and return them to the world of the living. No one had come up though.

I thought much about the person who was hit by a car a few days ago. I didn't get to see them well for I rushed back into the cemetery before someone saw me and held me accountable as a witness. I couldn't go stand in front of a judge and give the reason for being at the scene of the crime as 'I was just in my home', they'd probably throw me in an institution. 

I did watch from afar, behind a grave. There was blood everywhere when the paramedics arrived. A woman had found him not too long after, he might have been dead considering how much he'd bled or how much it seemed like. His motionless body was carried away. 

I felt a wave of a desperation watching him while he lied there. I felt the need to run and help him but I knew I couldn't. If I had, they'd probably ask to check me as well in case of a trauma or high blood pressure or some excuse. If they did that they'd notice I'd have no pulse and then I really would be in trouble. 

As I sit here at the top of the hill looking down on all the graves I still think about that person. 

A person was scheduled for burial today. One of the workers cleared a spot next to my grave, that spot had been empty for quite a long time. I never thought it'd be filled but I was wrong. I heard them say it was a young boy, they pitied his death but never did say how he passed. 

I stare down at the incoming people, not many. It was raining so I couldn't see them all too well, their heads were covered by umbrellas. Their cries sounded faint yet so pained. 

The memorial wasn't long. Just before they buried the casket a man walked to it's side, he pressed his hand on top of it. He pushed down and although I was far I could swear to all that the material moved ever so slightly. Another person walked up to the casket, they shared a few words with the dead then kissed the wooden box.

They stuck around to watch dirt fill the hole of their dead relative or friend. 

I feel a pain in my chest staring at employee bury the boy, something explainable pulled my body. Something deep with in was urging me to dash down there and stop the whole ceremony. 

I held back though. 

If I were to show up out of no where I could frighten the mourners. If I want to serve the purpose I gave myself I have to wait.  If it was true what the workers had said and that body being buried was of a young boy then he might crawl back up. If he doesn't then at least I'll be there to wait the two weeks to see if he does. 

I waited all noon for the people to leave. It wasn't till sunset that they did, I headed down to greet my neighbor. I hated the walk down the hill, my body felt as if it tumble down but I ran this time. I couldn't stop that urge no more and I rushed down to see the grave. I gained scraps and probably broken or dislocated bones on my way down but I didn't care. 

I stop a few graves away from it. 

The 'pull' had gotten so much stronger but now I'm scared to see it. I shake in fear as that urge grew even bigger with ever step I took towards my dead neighbor. I made it to the grave with eyes closed, they had shut on their own. I pried them open but the second I saw the engravement on the stone I wished I hadn't. 

'In loving memory of our beloved Park Jimin. You'll be missed by many.' 

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Fam I got creeps writing that. Could be cause its like 1 tho and i have a minor cold. 

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