son, my son ↯ bts

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yoongi sighs.

"this is too messy."

two dead bodies in one night. namjoon only has eyes for seokjin's body as they come closer.

"he's dead." namjoon whispers, as yoongi closes seokjin's eyelids. "he's really dead."

light glimmers outside the window, and adam steps through.

"namjoon. it is time." they say, but then they spot the dead bodies on the floor.

"please, adam. take me back." namjoon whispers, tears on his cheeks. adam lingers before wiping his tears away.

"come now, namjoon. they both will be with us."

yoongi and jeongguk nod, and namjoon sighs, grabbing adam's hand.

*

hoseok eats grapes out of taehyung's hand.

"and then he pushes me out of the window, into the bin. the fucking bin, hoseok. god dammit, if i ever find him, i swear–"

"ooh, adam's back!" hoseok shouts, sitting up. taehyung grimaces, throwing the grapes away. "stupid adam ruining my hoseok time."

"adam, who died today?" hoseok laughs, running up to adam. adam shakes his head.

"one death. i brought namjoon."

namjoon yawns. "hey, hoseok." hoseok wraps his arms around namjoon and picks him up, hugging him furiously. "welcome back, namjoon. yah, adam–" namjoon is put down, heaving, "who died?"

adam points over his shoulder, where seokjin lies sleeping soundly on the floor.