as he walked down red hallways wearing midnight clothing, his sinned life ended by shaking hands with the devil.
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unfortunate as it was that jimin ended his life, yoongi followed his footsteps into the pits of hell instead of in the clouds like the younger did. their paths were different.
so different.
but he needs his baby boy in order to keep his mind sane.
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two gravestones side by side. one black marble with words carved in gold, the other white stone with letters etched in black. ravens perched on top as brisk winds died down to a subtle breeze, blowing hyemin's black waves around like the ocean in summer.
with two bouquets of red roses clutched tight in one hand, she held her long suede coat closed with the other. as the two graves came into sight, she saw a younger boy sat in front of the white one, a sullen look on his tear stained face.
"hun, what are you doing here?" jungkook looked up at the sound of hyemin talking, sad dark eyes meeting her storm ones.
"i can't leave. i need to tell him i'm sorry." hyemin sighed at that; after jimin died, jungkook was a broken mess, despite his new love taehyung's help. his heart was a shattered vase with no glue to stick the shards back together. he hardly ever left the graveyard, always talking to his former love and not leaving until hours after the sun sets.
"you don't have anything to be sorry for," she sat next to him, in front of the marble gravestone, and places the two bouquets in front of each. a few petals fall and they both sigh. "what happened may have not been any of my business, but we both know jimin didn't mean to hurt you. and yoongi meant no harm to him either; their love was evident to us but not to theirselves."
she had never met jimin. but hearing stories from an emotional taehyung one night after their deaths, she made up her mind that he was just a boy. a boy who way past repair and therefore looked for help in an equally broken elder.
and yoongi... why, yoongi made a deal to change his life. age sixteen, he agreed with satan himself a trade.
a trade that meant he could never love but have the fame and attention he wanted; if he did fall in love, that strong emotion would kill him.
and it did.
"when we were together..." jungkook licked at his paled lips, a few stray tears tricking down his damp cheeks that dried quickly from the chilled winds. "he was so sweet at first. treated me like a prince. then i realised how damaged his dad made him, and i did whatever he said just to make him happy."
hyemin reached over and hooked an arm around his shoulders, pulling the younger boy into a loving embrace as he cried. sobs carried away by a frozen wind as the toys of the devil laid six feet under.
