Kill Our Way to Heaven (Jikook) ✔

Chapter 46

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 46
"ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪꜱ"

The house was just as he remembered it. It was as if all those years time had stood still, only evident in the small cracks forming in the corners of the ceiling and the splotches on the wall that were clearly leftovers from a child's drawings no matter how much effort had gone into scraping it off. Yoongi longingly lets his fingers graze over the stripes on the doorframe, combinations of lengths and dates accompanied them. He could only imagine Jungkook slowly growing older until he would be too big to pick up and carry around, too big for him to lay his chin on top of his head, and eventually too big to look him straight in the eye like he was now. He never saw any of it, but seeing the evidence of it made him feel a weird sense of nostalgia, of pride. It had all been worth it knowing that Jungkook had been able to grow up, at least up until now.

Yoongi stayed quiet when he heard the sound of footsteps through the house. He walked further into the living room. There were no lights on in the room, only the moonlight that shone through the window. Within seconds an all too familiar woman walked into the living room. A flare reflected nastily off the knife held tightly in her grasp. The silver reminded Yoongi of the stars int he sky, of the ones that wouldn't come out tonight. He had never bothered to look at them anymore anyway. Now they just held a sad memory to both the woman and the man in the room.

"Mikyung?" he called out.

The woman turned around in one swift motion, pointing her weapon at whoever was in front of her. Only then did an expression of recognition wash over her face. It had been so long but he didn't look a day older. He never did. In front of her was a man she knew all too well, someone she deeply cared about, yet she did not lower her weapon, she just held it tighter.

Yoongi simply held his hands up in defeat. "It's alright, I'm not here to hurt you. It's just me," he said. Even though his voice was calm his insides were twisting and turning. Grief, regret and anger sat heavily in his stomach all from the melancholy shoved down his throat on entering the house.

He never thought he would come back here. The image looked almost haunting to him. The familiar furniture and the cosiness that lit up his heart so long ago now only engulfed it in flames of could-have-beens. Right now was not the time to rethink everything that had happened here. There were too many memories, and none of them well-wished by the woman still pointing a weapon at him.

"Get out," she spat, her knuckles turning white from the strong grip on the knife. Yoongi let his hands drop down beside him. He couldn't hide the hurt that found its way onto his face, she didn't either.

"I'm here to talk to Jimin," he simply said, keeping his voice steady a bit too easily.

"Jimin?" Jungkook's mother asked in a fake tone.

"Don't lie, I know he's in here," Yoongi said. He could easily push past her and find the angel, but he stayed still. He couldn't afford to see her eyes carry more hate than they already did. "I can sense him."

"You're just as bad as him," the woman said pointing the knife at him one more time before lowering it. Her eyes were still like daggers, however, and they were much sharper than the weapon she carried with her.

"Where is he?" Yoongi asked, watching as the woman turned away from him, putting some books that were scattered around back on the shelves they belonged on. She did anything not to face him again.

"What do you even want from him? Missing your angel friends?" she asked, only turning her head slightly to keep the man in her peripheral.

"They are not my friends, you know that just as well as me," Yoongi said trying to keep his voice calm. Anger was harder for him to refuse than sadness, it was something that had always scared him about himself. He would throw a punch more easily then let tears drop. He had learned many things in his time around humans, and one of them was how to keep his mind blank.

The woman just shrugged ticking nervously on the shelf with her fingers. "What do you want from him?" she asked.

"Why do you suddenly care about him?" Yoongi asked raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"I don't, but that boy killed my son and I don't want you to take revenge before I get a shot," she simply answered gripping her knife a bit tighter. She hadn't let go of it since the angel had entered her house, and she wouldn't until he would no longer be able to leave.

"You're human, you can't kill an angel," Yoongi stated. The woman chuckled although tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Try me," Mikyung said, turning around and looking right up to Yoongi's face. She was sincere and overcome by grief. Yoongi never thought he would see her so broken. It was clear she was at her wit's end, with her hands shaking in anxiety with every breath she took. Yoongi couldn't help but lay his hand on top of hers, steadying it. It was a force of habit, but enough to have her break down completely. He took the knife from her hands and simply put his arms around her. She couldn't do anything except breath heavily in his grasp.

"We're going to need that," he whispered into her hair. She just sobbed, for all the years she was left alone and for the life of her son. Yoongi tried his best to blink his own tears away. He needed to be strong now, to step up for this family. After a few moments of loaded silence, he let go of her very slowly, almost as if he was afraid to break her even more.

The silence followed them. Mikyung wasn't ready to forgive Yoongi yet, but she couldn't stay angry at him either. She had hated enough to fill multiple lifetimes. At first, it was what kept her safe. It kept her cautious, maybe even paranoid, but it was enough. Now there wasn't anyone to keep safe anymore except herself. There was no reason to hate other than to poison her own soul and to keep a grudge, but forgiveness was still too high a standard. She simply couldn't forgive those who had hurt her son all those years. But maybe she could start with acceptance.

"Can I see him?" Yoongi asked. Cautiously, the mother nodded. 

"He's in his bedroom," she said. "Jimin is there as well. He hasn't left his side since he brought him here."

Yoongi just let a sad smile creep its way onto his face. He couldn't help but feel the slightest glimmer of sympathy for the younger angel. Even after everything he had caused, they were still one and the same. He could see himself in the younger, even if he didn't want to. 

Yoongi walked forward, laying his hand on the woman's shoulder. He couldn't help but lean forward and place a swift kiss on the top of her head. "Thank you," he uttered. Mikyung just nodded, sniffling. She walked away, back out of the room.

Yoongi turned around and walked towards the stairs. He let his memory guide him as he exited the room. "Yoongi?" Mikyung called after him. The man swiftly turned around, steadying himself on the doorframe.

"Yes?" he said. 

Mikyung's lower lip trembled before she could speak. She looked down and sniffled again. "You were never there for us when we were in danger after you left," she said. "But please, I don't know where he is or what happened to him... but please just make sure he's not suffering... promise me that much..."

Yoongi could feel his heart sink. He couldn't take the thought of the younger boy being in Hell. He was being burned, frozen, torn and tortured every second of every day for all of eternity. It was too far for even him to imagine, and it definitely was too much to tell the grieving woman before him.

Yoongi just nodded. "You have my word," he lied.

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