Undead II Yoonmin

2

The boy whose life I ended sits with his knees to his chest and he shivers unlike any normal being would ever. It made sense though, he wasn't normal. He was barely a being.  

"Who are you?" 

He's asked me that same question about three times in the past hour despite getting the same answer. I repeat myself to him. 

"You don't need to know." 

"But I want to." 

I shake my head and get up. 

"P-Please don't go...it's dark a-and I don't know where I am." 

He sounded bland. Not an emotion to be singled out in his lifeless voice. It was no longer sweet nor charming just plain. It was painful to listen to him speak so I sit back down and make sure to look away from him. 

His expression had been frightened at first but then when I finally let go of him he was blank. He propped himself down in front of his grave in the dark night and kept his limbs close. I decided not to tell him who he was nor what he was. 

He repeated the name, it was the only thing he was able to read from the stone. He asked what that was and I was forced into telling him that that was what he went by. I make sure to say what he goes as so that he would not question his current state. He did though, he continued to ask where we were and who I was. I told him neither and hoped he wouldn't bring it up again but it was inevitable. 

"Please tell me your name." He whispers to me. I want to tell him but I know for the best I shouldn't so I don't. I repeat the same phrase I have been every time he asks for something to call me. 

"You don't need to know."  

I feel something soft but cold hit my back and touch my neck. I don't need to swipe my hand to know it was dirt he launched my way. 

"Tell me." 

I sway myself in place to rid of the soil off the clothes that he'd given me. I thought what I wore would be the closet thing I'd have from him but I was wrong. I had his body but not him. The boy who sits in confusion and pain is not the boy I fell in love with. 

The Jimin I fell for was charming with a beautiful smile that could make all pain disappear. 

The Jimin sitting behind me is a boy whose lifeless, nothing but an emotionless corpse. 

I am to blame for that. 

"Tell me where I am." He said in his monotone voice. Not on glint of emotion or meaning in his words. Sad and depressing it was really. I have killed a wonderful being. 

"You're somewhere you won't be at by the end of today. You don't need to know." 

I expect someone to come visit tomorrow to see if he's risen. Hoseok knows that he has about two weeks to come back so I'm sure he will double check if he has. When he does I will hand Jimin over and be done with him forever or for as long as I remain undead. I hope he comes in the late hours of the morning to retrieve him, it's the earliest I can rid of him. 

Jimin will start regaining some memory, the basics. Soon he'll know where he is and if I'm unlucky he might even recall who I am but I doubt that. They say you remember your lover in death but that wasn't the case with Hoseok and I so I hope it won't be with us either. I don't want him to have a toxic person such as myself at his second chance to go about a life.

"Please just talk to me." 

He was quite talkative compared to all those who I've ever witness rise, including myself. It could be that perhaps no one screamed him a welcome into the world of the undead. No corpses surrounded his body as strangers pulled him up from his grave. Unlike I, he was not intimated by others and told to stop the whining and cries of pain. He was really lucky.

"Does your body still hurt?"

"No...we're alone right?" 

I turned my head to glance his way. I expect him to look around for a sign of human but he doesn't. He was looking to the stone next t his, my grave. 

"I'm dead aren't I?" 

I don't say anything. I hear dead leaves crunch under his small feet. 

"I'm right aren't I? This is a place for the dead? I'm dead?" 

"Sit down Jimin." I order him. He does but he does it besides me. He stares at me but I hold back on returning any contact with him. It's for the best I tell myself as I try not to pay attention to the angelic face of the dead in the corner of my eye. 

"So I'm like you?" 

"No, you're better."

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on an RM marathon as I wrote this. 

Hope you enjoyed! 

{Ciel1l}