pretty boy - taejin

18

"Shh, Namjoon, calm down."

Namjoon's eyes were red, puffy, and sorrowful. He looked destroyed, obliterated. The baby had died, and so had Jimin, but he had made it.

"This is the worst day of my life." Namjoon whispered, and he said it in such a sad tone of voice that Seokjin's heart clenched. "Do you think Jimin will be okay with the baby gone? I mean, he said that we can always have more children."

Seokjin's chest tightened up and he didn't respond, so Namjoon looked curiously up at Taehyung, who was still soaked in blood.

"He's dead."

Seokjin visibly flinched at Taehyung's blunt response. Namjoon's breath hitched. "W-what?"

Taehyung laughed dryly, as if even he didn't believe it himself. "He's dead. Gone." Taehyung lifted up a pretty, little ceramic pot of Jimin's ashes. "This is him, right here."

Namjoon went pale, his ruffled purple hair that was simply a painful reminder of Jimin's favorite color, was grabbed at and Namjoon laid back on the hospital pillows, speechless. He had no tears left in his body to cry out so he simply cried out, biting his lips and continually massaging his neck, where Jimin had left his mark.

Namjoon smiled a bit, but it was cold. "Then this is officially the worst day of my life. Nothing can beat this."

Seokjin sighed, shaking his dark brunette hair out of his eyes. "I-I know, Namjoon, and...he relayed a little message to me." Seokjin pushed the sheet of paper into Namjoon's hands.

Namjoon stared blankly at the paper and opened up the envelope, staring at the picture that was now left in his hands. A small, faded polaroid of their first date night. Namjoon scrunched up his eyes and looked away, setting the paper and polaroid on the desk next to him and hiding himself under the covers.

Seokjin sighed, and looked up as a girl walked in. She smiled comfortingly up at Seokjin and to his surprise, she turned to Taehyung and laid out her hands. A bit hesitantly, Taehyung pushed the ceramic pot into her hands.

"Tae, what are you—?"

Taehyung stood, offering Seokjin a smile, but it looked more like a grimace. "I'm bringing him back."

Namjoon stirred under the covers but he remained hidden.

Seokjin scowled. He didn't like the sound of this. "How? He's dead."

Taehyung opened his mouth to respond, but the girl beat him to it. "But his submissive is still alive."

Namjoon then sat up, his hand still protectively over his belly, a habit that he had gotten when he was pregnant. "Y-You can bring Jimin back?"

"Under a cost, but yes." The girl smiled, her long black hair following her as she sat down next to Namjoon. "You two both swore to the oath, did you not?" Her cherry red lips tugged up into a smile when Namjoon nodded. She pulled back Namjoon's shirt collar, rubbing the area where Jimin's spiky-looking mark was made. "I can tell. He even impregnated you. That's quite a strong bond."

Namjoon flushed and looked away.

The girl pulled out a little syringe. "This might sting."

Namjoon yelped as she stabbed it into his flesh, squeezing his eyes shut as the girl pulled out a syringe full of his blood. "Give me 48 hours." She smiled at Namjoon with a sort of cold menace. "The oath swears by sixteen codes, and the seventh code states that if one person by the oath dies, the other must as well."

Seokjin felt the hair on his neck prickle.

"However, since you're not dead, I guess I'll be able to use the eight code, and bring one back alive." The girl's eyes flickered a red shade. "So give me 48 hours and luck, and you'll see your lover again in two days."

As she left, leaving a relieved Taehyung, an excited Namjoon, Seokjin couldn't help but think there would be a catch. It seemed too easy, but the question was, what did this girl have in plan for Jimin?