Namjoon perspective
I caught a glimpse of dark purple and white before everything went black.
When i regained consciousness i looked around me. I looked to be moving at an alarming rate and i couldn't move.
I stared at the person next to me for a second before speaking.
"Where are we"
"We're not in any particular place"
"Where are we going"
"To heaven"
"Why, did i die"
"It's complicated"
"Oh, well my names Namjoon whats yours"
He finally looked to me before saying
"It's Jungkook"
As he looked to me something caught my eye.
He was wearing an earring, it was the only imperfection in his holy exterior, it looked good on him.
I like your earring i said causing him to falter a bit.
"Thanks" he said turning away from me.
"So how long till we get there" i asked
"There is no concept of time in heaven, but i guess twenty times what has already passed."
"Why am i being restricted?"
"It keeps you from falling into the endless abyss. Most people don't mind it but that's because they're dead."
I sat bored out of my mind, i could tell that Jungkook didn't want to say too much to me so i didn't pry.
It was just as he said about twenty times the five minutes i had already spent. Most of the time i spent thinking about Jin wondering if he was here too and why we were here.
As we got closer i could see a large castle like building surrounded by many homes it was like a kingdom and everyone seemed to be blissful except for the angels.
Their smiles seemed to be fake, at least most of them, i could tell because of how long mine was fake.
I was taken into the castle and up to a large door.
Jungkook lead me through the door and i was no longer restrained. I could see Jin on the other side coming into the room from a door just like the one i was walking through with someone leading him as well.
I tried to go to him but we were both forced into seats, and that's when i noticed the person staring down at us from above, as if a judge.
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