Until Music Dies//bts novella

🕓 Time Four🕓

There's not much I can sell to you about this story, nor what's about to happen. This whole story is... Viewers Discretion advised.
Smut. Warning.... or not. Decide that for yourself.

Min Yoongi headed towards the bathroom like his full course meal was awaiting him.. in a big kingdom... full of jokes.

That's all Yoongi thinks of everyone in this house as, jokes. Most importantly, they were jokes without a proper punch line.

He unbuttoned his shirt as his cracked his neck back. His pants already some how already half way down his legs.

Jimin glanced towards him as he smirked, letting the water from the shower glisten on his carmel skin.

Whilst all of this was going on, sweaty Jung Hoseok soon was dashing from out of the closet and out of the room. He was free.

It didn't take Yoongi a long time stripping down and making it through the glass door and into the shower with the smaller boy by an inch.

Jimin smashed his lips with Yoongi's soft, damp ones before Yoongi pushed him back into the shower tiles. The dark haired boy hurt his back only a little from this, but took it because he knew Yoongi, himself was rough.

The pale, devious boy let himself pull away from the once messy, rough kiss.

Yoongi's long, boney fingers gliding down Jimin's creamy skin. As he was about to speak words of insanity, a loud yelling of their group member Namjoon began.

It meant nothing to Yoongi nor Jimin, it was just Taehyung getting scolded for being near Jungkook; their maknae... their innocent one. As they though he was.

Yoongi's arrogant stared straight at  Jimin before letting the side of his mouth go up.

"I have a surprise for you... in the woods... new chains." Yoongi sounded brilliant. The smaller boy knew exactly what he meant. A new system of their 'fun time' of course.

Though it was easy to sneak out into the woods, their lips connected once more as soon as they got out to a further place.

But. But... there was no chains where they were, Jimin was too infused with the gesture to realize this though.

Min Yoongi pulled away, his smile full of deceit. "So, Jiminnie," he paused. His legs pushing forward to knock down the other boy.

"how does it feel to play yourself?" Yoongi asked, walking backwards and Hoseok coming from the shadows with two chairs and one big, grocery bag.

"How does it feel to play two men at once?" Once more Yoongi complied, but his voice deeper.

The one rule of their group... their cult; was to never kill each other. If you do... you die too.

Hoseok held a devious smirk as he stepped back. "Sorry Jiminnie, I love you." he simply said before glancing at Yoongi. "I'll miss you." He said before running out of the woods.

Yoongi had two weapons. A sharpened knife and a gun. He also had complete control over Jimin.

Jimin screamed in agony. "Wait! wait! i love you Yoongi!! you can't do this!" But those remained his final words. He was short and the gun was thrown far.

Yoongi let tears stream down his pale cheeks, they were glistening in the moonlight as he picked the smaller boy up and set him on a wooden chair. On his lap... On his lap sat the confession letter he gave Yoongi before they got together.

Yoongi never cried, well barely cried. His whole mind based on the melancholy he felt now.

Yoongi sat on a wooden chair, right next to his now deceased lover and set a pair of diamond rings on his lap. He took the knife and stabbed it into his bare chest.

Yoongi was going to marry Jimin... but good things never last. Never, ever.

Yoongi died slowly and painfully... like he had hoped. He knew that inly in the afterlife can he and Jimin be happy.

and that morning they were found, and the whole group found out. A usual celebration of death was now a cry for help. Seven turned into five... soon five will be two. and two would be forever.

They must decide what to do now.

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Danni🐳