son, my son ↯ bts

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SEOKJIN.

there's a dull pain in my temple, but when i wake, my eyes open with ease. it's a strange feeling to compare to the thousands of mornings where my eyes were glued shut, tired from the night before. a vicious cycle that i never seemed to escape.

until now.

also as i wake, i'm aware of two brown eyes staring back down at me. i blink uncertainly, cautious, but then i recognise them.

they're not jimins.

"namjoon! oi, namjoon stop crying you pussy, he's awake!" i hear suddenly, then spontaneous calls of
"seokjin!"
"he's awake, he's awake!"
"...wow, he's actually here..."

"master seokjin." a soft voice suddenly calls. a new face is pushed into my view of a ma– woma– person, maybe not even a person, because people don't have light blue skin and they don't emit light and they don't float.

i scream and sit up, hitting my forehead against someone elses.
"oww, seokjin..." i hear hoseok groan, rubbing his head. i freak out, then turn to him.

"hoseok? hoseok, what the fuck? you're dead. you're dead. why–" my eyes snap open. memories of last night flood into my head. hallucinations of namjoon, jeongguk and yoongi– jimin–

the bullet going through my head–

"i'm dead. jesus–"

"don't say jesus' name here. he's come thinking you called him, master." the entity speaks. i frown. "what the hell are you talking about?"

"seokjin!" i suddenly hear, and a man with ashy blond hair wraps his arms around me, pinning me to the ground. i instinctively panic, but his tears fall onto my face and i feel happiness.

"oh, this is heaven." i whisper. namjoon is trying to open his mouth but only blubbering noises escape. i laugh and wrap my arms around his neck.

"i get it. this is heaven. i'm dead, and namjoon is with me."

"that's adam, by the way." taehyung grins as i pull namjoon into a loving embrace.

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JIMIN.

"YOU FAILED."

"fuck off." i said, kicking at the ground. "i couldn't give a rats ass about your damn mission."