Undead II Yoonmin

12

"Don't just stand there doofus, go get him!"

The voice of my friend was all I needed to snap out of my trance and to run after the angered corpse. I stay a few feet behind him until we're away from the house, then I swoop his hand into mine. Once he recognizes whose captured him, he shakes me away.

"Quit chasing me if you're just going to leave."

"Jimin I'm not."

He doesn't say anything but he let's me walk at his side. We circle the block about two times before he takes an unexpected turn to which I follow. Not even half way down the block and he lets out a shriek then his fist rams into my jaw.

"Tell me who the hell you are already!" He screams in the empty street. I look around shocked from his outburst, thankfully no one is around to see. With some force my jaw returns to itself rightful place from which his hand had removed it from.

"I-"

He marches towards me and before I could let another syllable leave my mouth his hands take hold of my shirt. He shoves me closer to him, his eyebrows furrowed in anger as his eyes dug into my skin.

"Who the hell are you?"

"You're not acting like yourself Jimin-"

"Then tell me who you are and why the hell when I'm with you I can feel something! I don't give a damn about anything or anyone unless it's you and it pisses me off! First you keep everything a secret and now you make me feel weird!"

He was feeling.

That wasn't suppose to happen, not with a newly risen corpse that is. Only those who recalled their past lovers were able to feel such emotions. It brings a grin to my face which I can't hide. Sure it was odd that he felt something despite not knowing who I was but that just meant one thing.

He was falling for me all over again.

"Why are you smiling? What's wrong with you?" Skeptically his eyes scan my body before his becomes engulfed by it. My arms wrap around his slim figure and a smile so wide that makes me cheeks hurt appear on my face. He continues to whine that I release him or he calls me weird names but I don't care. My Jimin was coming back, he was feeling. Soon he'd be back to himself and I couldn't be happier.

***

"Dead dead?"

"Yes baby, dead dead." I mumble as my fingers come together to pinch the soft dead skin of the boy in front of me. Jimin lips are pushed out as he looks around the room, processing all I had just told him. For a simple minded being he is right now I left the explanation as small and understandable as I possibly could.

"So we might both...also go?"

I averted my eyes away, that was a question I was unsure whether or not I wanted the answer to but I answered it for him anyway. "Possibly but don't you worry, if that's the case you'll most likely be here longer than I will so-"

"I don't want to be here longer than you, I want you here."

There it was again, meaningful words without meaning behind them. I try not smile so wide anymore for it might freak him out again. He had been acting more affectionate towards me, even saying sweet things he'd say while he was alive. Jimin was starting to return to us, he just didn't know it yet.

I run my thumb on his cheek one last time before getting up from our comfortable spot. I promised him I'd taken him somewhere when the sun had fallen, I intend to do as said. He waits patiently for my return with his legs crossed on the cushion as he watches my figure disappear up the stairs of the home. I knock on the door to the largest bedroom, I waited to be in.

"You're not going to Tae's Kookie! It's late!" Jin screamed from the other side. I chuckle and let him know I'm not the brat. He allows me entry into the shared bedroom of his husband's and his. There the two laid on a large bed, eyes set to the screen besides the door frame. Namjoon did not acknowledge, only Seokjin.

"Everything all right?"

I nod. "Yeah just came to give you a heads up. Don't freak out if you hear the door open late tonight, it'll just be Jiminie and I. I'm taking him out."

At the last sentence Jin's hair flopped up just like how his body jerked upwards in excitement. With a huge grin plastered on his tired face he asks me where I'd be disappearing to. When I tell him in a whisper he claps his hands then holds them over his heart.

"You really think maybe it'll trigger his memory?" He asks hopefully from the suggestion I had made.

"Perhaps but if not I don't care, at least we'll get to be there together again."

Jin smiles warming and Namjoon rolls his eyes. Before I leave them be I am asked to check up on the youngest since he was too lazy to but wanted to be sure the boy hadn't run off to where he wasn't suppose to. I do as he asked and poke my head into the bedroom of the teenager. 

No one's there.

"He's sleeping." I hollered to which I was responded with a thanks. I shake my head, the kid owes me one. "Jiminie let's go!"

I rush back down to where the boy stood by the door, I hold my finger up as I realize what was missing on his body. Quickly I run upstairs and go into the storage closet where his things had been put away safely. Through the boxes marked 'clothes' I dug until I found what I wanted. Once it was in my possession I put it into his then too his hand. 

"They're the same color..." He says as he looks from my blue dress shirt to his blue sweater. 

I smile. "I know, you wanted it that way."

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Been resting a bit so sorry for such late update. 

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