jimin's last moments before his death were the happiest moments of his life. he wouldn't have had it any other way. the time on the playground was full euphoria, he loved every second of it.
yoongi's however, weren't as blissful, caught up in tears and sobs, crying out for his late boyfriend. he tied the rope to his ceiling fan and stepped onto the chair, taking one final breath before kicking the chair from beneath him and sighing to himself.
he didn't fight.
he didn't struggle.
he let his emotions overwhelm him.
and he closed his eyes.
almost as soon as he did so, he woke back up. he was in a white room with white walls and white floors. he automatically recognized it as the afterlife. he couldn't notice if it was heaven, hell, or anything in between.
all he noticed was the pink haired boy standing across from him, smiling, with rosy cheeks and plump lips, bubble gum hair and mocha eyes.
they immediately fell into each others arms, a fit of sobs and smiles, tears both of joy and sadness. they had been reunited at last.
yoongi snaked his hands around jimin's waist, and anyone else would've thought they were crazy, they hugged for so long.
and they didn't know where they were
and they didn't know what they were going to do next
but they had each other. and that was all that really mattered.
