Undead II Yoonmin

15

Farewells have been said, tears have been shed, and hearts have metaphorically cracked, except one.

First I thanked Jin for all his help, I wished him luck for what I could not be there to experience with him. Then Jungkook I warned about getting out of line and told him to quit being such a rascal to which he scoffed to. Taehyung I made promise me one thing only and that was to watch out for my two favorite people, his roommate and my lover. Namjoon I said nothing except to live happily with what I once could, to make my beating heart good for something in him for it would have served for nothing in me. Finally Hoseok, he took it awfully calm since he knew it would not be more than two weeks before he'd be joining me in the grave besides mine. I had said my farewells to those I cared about, except one of course.

"Look!" Jimin exclaimed as he brought the pencil between our faces and shook it slowly from one of it's end. He showed me the illusion it created excitedly but I could only focus on him.

"Nice baby." I chuckled and set the pencil back down to his lap. He let it fall and continued on to read from the book Jungkook had given him. Now that his memory has been triggered he has began to developed his skills once more, some faster than others. Being himself was something he'd soon be at full control of again, no more random mood swings.

"Yoongi where is everyone?" Jimin finally asks after some time of sitting about the living room doing absolutely nothing. I had hoped he wouldn't recognize the absence of the living people in the house. I shrug my shoulders to buy myself even a few seconds for a lie.

"Pro-Probably at uh Jungkook's open house thing...They're in charge of him now so they're forced go, you know parent stuff."

He buys it on the second, no more does he question me. Back to his book his nose goes and it's silent once more except for the sound of the television playing. It was the only thing distracting me of the uncomfort I had been feeling all evening, a pain in my chest had arose. I throw my head back all the sudden in hopes that it eases the pain, and it does, for some time that is.

"I'm going outside." I mutter and rise from the cushion. My chest aches unbearably, the first physical feeling I've ever experienced so strongly in my almost three years of death. I lean against the pillar of the porch in hopes that it would stop. It doesn't, it gets progressively worse by minutes until a single idea to relieve myself of the pain comes to mind.

I have to go back to the cemetry.

Yes that's the only way it'll stop. I start my painful journey to the said place however just before I can step out of the property my name is called out.

"Yoongi, where are you going?"

I don't respond to the sweet voice, I can't. My feet move on their own for my desperate body begs them to, it urges them to quickly make it to the place that would stop all the pain. Jimin trails behind me, demanding an explanation for my departure and my silence. As much as I want to tell him the reason I can't, my body does not allow it.

"Why are we here!?"

In front of our home he stands as I rush inside. The pain remains but it will stop when I make it to my room of the house. When I sit on the dirt that is for me only will the unbearable pain be gone for good. Happiness spreads faintly within me as I see my real name on a stone and the dirt below it waiting for me to lay on it. I do just that, I let my fragile body fall all at once and land perfectly on my back. The pain slowly eases and I feel my eyelids become heavy.

Finally I will be able to get some rest.

"No! Yoongi!" 

Jimin's scream stop me from fully closing my eyelids. He comes running towards me to which I smile to in return. On his knees he lands and my head is put on his thighs. At the pink sky I stare at as my being slowly comes to rest.

"No please god no. Stay with me, hey look at me." Jimin shakes me. I do as he says and look at him, his gorgeous features shined under the setting sun.

"You look so beautiful." I mumbled in return. I want to crease him cheek but my hand with no more will it move, nothing will. It is only my eyes and mouth that can obtain motion.

"No, stop it. Come on get up."

A tear falls from his face onto mine.

"I can't."

"Yes you can. Come on, get up." He attempts to move me but fails. His grunts become muffled in my hearing, his words slowly becoming fainter. Then all the sudden I can't hear him no more but I can see his moving lips and shaken being.

Next it was eyes, they too were about done. Everything had become black and white except the sky behind him, the strong orange still shone through.

One last thing is close to stopping but before I it does, I mutter the three words I wish I could have said to him far more many times than I did.

"I love you."

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Please don't hurt me.

{Ciel1l}