Kpop One Shots

BTS

Jimin sat in a filled bathtub. The once warm water had become cold. The water he had sat in was even colder. The piece of paper in his hand had been folded and unfolded countless times. Always the same words.

"Don't think I didn't love you all. You were my family. You were everything to me. What I did wasn't because of you and it's okay if you don't understand. I don't understand.... But you have to move on. You have to stay together. Don't fall apart because of me. I'll always love you. My dongsaeng I will always love you.
Jin"

He grit his teeth rereading it for the millionth time. Everything he didn't want had happened. They all blamed themselves. They all fell apart.

You were our glue. How could you think this wouldn't happen? Tears started falling from Jimin's eyes. He'd had enough of reading. He grabbed his lighter and slowly set fire to the note. His last wishes. He watched it burn into a black ash. Burn into nothing.

~•~

Jungkook tried so hard to keep them together. To keep everyone happy but he'd failed. No one listened to the maknae. They all knew they needed one anther. They just couldn't be together. It wasn't the same.

He spent a lot of time walking around his old neighborhood. Graffiti covered buildings, cheep cars, drug deals, and drunkards stumbling around hopelessly. It had always been this way but somehow when he died it got worse. Like everyone knew an angel had left this world.

He didn't pay attention nor did he care when he bumped into two shady looking men. He barely noticed they had dragged him into an abandon parking garage. They relentlessly pounded him with their fists but he was too numb to do anything.

Jin hyung. Why? Was all he could think.

~•~

Hoseok stood in his bathroom. His bare feet numb against the cold tile. Dark circles formed under his eyes from lack of sleep. He slowly swiped his hand across his face in some hope that it would rid of the image but it didn't. It never did. He opened the medicine cabinet. Creams, razors, and face soaps. In a line stood three orange bottles. He pulled one out of the cabinet. Sleeping pills. He poured the contents into his waiting Palm. It was the same kind. The same kind he'd taken before....

The water. It had gathered in the base of the sink. Instead of his own reflection he found another.

Jin.

He looked up disapprovingly at Heseok. You did the same thing. You did it too so why can't I! He screamed in his head.

He swatted at the water to make the image disappear. After he put his hand to his mouth downing every last pill.

~•~

Yoongi rented a room at a motel. He didn't want to see anyone. He didn't want to talk. He just needed to be alone. He always knew how to get Yoongi to open up. He always knew how to fix his problems. But now he's gone. Now there is no one to break the wall holding back his emotions. He emotionlessly flicked on and off the lighter in his hand. When he died the fire in their hearts blew out. He wanted that fire back. He needed the fire. All he wants is to feel warm and safe again. He needed Jin.

~•~

Namjoon either worked or stayed locked in his room. They all reminded him of what once was and it was too hard to think about what happened to him. He tried his hardest not to think about it. He knew him so well. How could he not have known? How could he not have seen how badly he was hurting?

He never use to smoke. Jin always reprimanded him telling him it would kill him in the end. But now he though it would be a better fate for himself. Because Jin wasn't here. Because he wanted to die too. Because of that he smoked nearly a pack a day. Cigarette burns covered his bed and his legs. He wanted to exchange the pain in his heart for something physical. At least for just a while.

Even during work there was a stick between his lips. His mind wandered as he filled cars with gas and sometimes he'd even think about letting the gas run and dropping his cigarette into it. Though every time Jin's voice echoed in his mind. Very clearly he'd speak to him.

Think of the innocent people you would hurt. Think of our friends.

You were innocent Jin. You were pure sunshine and look what happened.....

~•~

Taehyung liked to test his luck. He liked to fill his body with adrenaline. He jumped off cliffs into water. He played chicken with trains. He and Namjoon used to graffiti walls. Then Namjoon just couldn't any more.

He'd been alone with his thoughts. He'd caused mayhem because he didn't want to have time for hurt. The day he went to visit his sister is what boiled him over. He couldn't do it anymore.

He'd peeked through the slightly open door and that terrible older boyfriend struck her across the face. He knew it was bad but not this bad.

He thought of his silence when Jin suffered far worse. Jin couldn't handle it. Taehyung could lose his sister too.

He grabbed one of dozens of beer bottles sitting just outside of the apartment. He shoved the boyfriend. He hit him so hard that the bottle cracked over his head. And when he was about to strike back Taehyung stabbed him.

Blinded with rage and pain he jabbed the jagged end of the bottle into the others torso. The green shards of glass dripped with blood and the splatter covered both their bodies.

Before his sanity returned the man fell to the floor with out a heartbeat. Taehyung had killed him.

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I wrote this when I Need You and Run came out and never posted it. Might as well empty out some of my old writing.