He's Not Gone

two

Jimin

I was staring at my ceiling , tossing my tennis ball up and down when my phone rang. I got up , and reached for my ringing phone. I answered , and kept playing with the ball.

"Hello?," I answered.  "Jimin? How are you?," Namjoon asked , " Are you okay ?" I got really confused.  Why wouldn't I be okay ? "Yeah I'm fine, why do you ask?," I say. "Have you not heard?," he whispers. What have I not heard ? Is everything okay ? "Namjoon , what are you talking about ?," I asked. "Yoongi, he's dead."

My mouth flew open , and I dropped my tennis ball. "Not funny , Namjoon," I said before hanging up. I quickly dialed Jin's number.

"Yello ? ," he said. "Tell your boyfriend to stop messing around  ," I said into the phone. "What are you talking about?," he asked. "He said Yoongi was dead. That's not funny , " I answered. "Jimin ," he whispered.  What is up with them whispering ? Yoongi is not dead , I just saw him not so long ago!

"Yoongi is not dead , " I softly said, "I saw him a few minutes ago  ." He sighed. "Turn to the news channel , Jimin."

I hanged up , and reached for my TV remote. I pressed the news channel number , and pressed "select."

My name is Jackson Wang coming to you from Holloway street.  Not so long ago ,  a young boy was seen fall down the fault  near  Holloway street. He was reported to have had blue hair , and really pale skin . People have done research, and the young man went by the name of Min Yoongi.  The police are trying their best to get the body,  but by the looks of it they never will. 

I turned the TV off. I got up , and threw the remote as hard as I could across the room. I felt to my knees , and began to yell , and cry. "Yoongi , " I yelled, " baby , no!" I got up , and walked over to my desk , and threw everything off it. "My Yoongi , " I cried. "No! ."

My parents burst into my room,  with fear on their faces. "Jimin , what's wrong?!," they asked. I fell to my knees once again , and pulled on my hair. "Yoongi,  " I cried , "he's dead."

I was crying so hard , that it became really hard to breath.  Then I saw pitch black.

"I think he's waking up, " I heard . I fluttered my eyes open. "W-where am I ?," I asked as soon as I woke up . "Where's Yoongi , " I asked.

I looked around the room , and Namjoon was holding a crying Jin in his arms , and Hoseok was here with Jae. My parents were  nowhere to be seen , but that was the least of my worries. Where is Yoongi ?

"Answer my questions,  please ," I whispered.  "Jimin , you're in the hospital , and Yoongi .." Hoseok said , " Yoongi isn't with us anymore. "

I felt my eyes sting. This has got to be a damn joke. Yoongi. My Yoongi. He's not gone. He is here . He's here ! He's alive ! They're just fucking with me, yeah. That's it. They're fucking around.

"Stop fucking joking , it's not funny , " I said in a angry tone. "Jimin, you saw the news ," Jae said.

"Y'all hacked my TV." Namjoon sighed. "Jimin we did not hack your TV," he said in a soft tone. I huffed. "Uh , yeah, you did, " I said. Yoongi is not dead. I'm just waiting for the moment  Yoongi jumps out of nowhere saying , " damn my Jiminie is too  smart."

"Yoongi,  come out ! ," I yelled , "I know this is a prank!" Jin began to cry even more. He's such a great actor , my goodness.

"Jimin, we aren't lying ," Jin said, " why would we joke  about this?" He's right. They wouldn't joke about this.  They don't like joking about death. In that case , it must be true.

"Yoo-yoongi ?," I said with tears falling out of my eyes. I covered my face with my hands , and began to sob. Yoongi is really gone.  He's gone. My Yoongi. 

I felt arms all around me. It must be really hard for them as well.

"What exact-tly happened with Yoon-ngi ? ", I stuttered out.  Namjoon answered , " It is to believe that he accidentally slipped,  but my question is : why was he near it ?"

That just made me feel worse. I shouted out , and they all backed up. "Yoongi why?!," I cried out. Once again, I was crying so hard that it became difficult to breath.

"Jimin, breath," Jin said. He helped me regulate my breathing , and helped me cry a little less. I decided to sleep . You know , to take my mind off this horrible situation. 

I see Yoongi leaning on our favorite tree. I run to him.  I hug him , but he turns into dust. "Yoongi ?!," I yell out. I see Yoongi pop up a few feet away from me. I whisper his name , and run towards him once again.  Before I could reach him he starts running. I run after him. He stops in front of the path to our treehouse. He points in the direction of the treehouse. "Why are you pointing ?," I ask him. He smiles , and disappears.

I wake up , and sit up.  My whole body covered in sweat. I replay what I remember from the dream. Yoongi pointing towards the treehouse's direction. What could that mean ? What if it doesn't mean anything ? I look around the room,  as I wipe sweat off my face with the cover. I spot my parents sleeping in each others arms.

I wish I could be sleeping in Yoongi's arms. I want to feel his warmth again. At least one last time , but I can't. 

"Mom , " I say loud enough to wake her. She opens her eyes , and gets out of my dads embrace,  and walks over to me. "How are you feeling , honey ?," she asks. "Terrible. "

She started tearing up as soon as I did. "Mom, " I say. "When do I get out of here , " I ask. She told me that I could leave now. She woke up my dad , and they both walked out to check me out.

To be honest , I don't know why I should even get out of here. There's nothing to look forward to anymore, just sadness.

My parents walk in with the doctor. They unplug , and remove all the gadgets off of my body. They hand me my clothes , and I walk into the restroom to change.

I put my clothing on , and walk out. I take a sniff of the clothes. His smell is fading. These were his clothes that I had taken out of his closet , and kept for myself.

I sigh and follow my parents out to the car.  I get in , and just stare our the window. I just want to be in my room , and eat chips. I don't want to do anything.  I don't feel like doing anything. I do feel everything though. Every single thing. 

We arrive to the house. I run inside , and shut myself in my room. I walk towards my music player , and place in the CD Yoongi had given me for my 23rd birthday.  He had filled it with songs that reminded him of me.

I press play , and set the volume to 10. I walk over to my bed , and stare at the ceiling. With tears in my eyes , I say to myself , " The treehouse."

The treehouse.