Fallen || Yoonmin/Taekook

21 | The End

6 years later, April 2023

Yoongi brushed his thumb over the deep black feather mark engraved into the pasty white skin of his forearm. He frowned down at it, feeling its smooth roughness and thinking back to that day. That horrible day where he had lost everything. His love, his happiness, and his world.

The angels lost that war six years ago, resulting in a world wide massacre. The demons wiped out most of the unsuspecting humans in a mere time span of twelve months. The world finally caught on to it all after about a year and a half of blatant confusion and death. They decided to go into lockdown. It didn't do much and after two years, the Croatoan virus was released and that in itself shut down the entire human race. There were simply no more people....and if there were, they were all most likely surviving hunters in hiding.

V and Jungkook had been ruling hell, and earth for that matter, ever since Namjoon and Seokjin went missing and were never heard from again. Heaven disappeared....no one knows what happened to it. Not even the demons. The garrison itself had simply blown with the wind.....so pathetic.

A loud crash sounded from outside and the familiar snarling of zombiefied humans battered the air. Yoongi didn't bother to look outside his small apartment window, for he already knew what the damage was. And honestly, he didn't care anymore.

He stood up, groaning and rubbing his back. He flicked the lights on in his dingy apartment. He'd found the place after it was abandoned by a family in hiding. It rested high up in a secluded building in a small Oregon town, so the Croats were never a problem. He'd lived alone in the apartment for 5 years, just sitting and waiting for his death.

He cracked his neck and sighed, shrugging his heavy green jacket on and softly making his way out of the apartment. He quietly walked down the hallways, their walls spattered in dried blood and the overhead lights long since burnt out.

He walked out of the building and into the abandoned town, glancing half heartedly at the Croats milling about across the road. He had his gun...but he wasn't worried. They die from just a single shot. They're just stupid zombies waiting to fall....waiting for the pain to be over.

He walked down the sidewalk, stepping over broken bottles and damp plastic bags. Green weeds were growing up from out of the cement and creating a new life above the manmade mask.

The trees around him were flushed with bright green leaves and the sky was gray, overcasting, and basically screaming at Yoongi it's warning that soon it would rain. Young daisies poked out from the dirt ground and welcomed Yoongis shadowed face.

It's spring.

He made it too the graveyard and shoved his hands into his jean pockets, kicking a little rock about as he walked around all the headstones.

He walked slowly up a small grass hill and stopped at the top, where two headstones stand tall above the swaying dandelions. He made these himself...but it's not like he would want anyone else to make them for him. He looked at the headstone to the left. Jung Hoseok 'J-Hope.' 1994-2021 The best hunter and friend I could ever ask for, thanks for sticking with me through it all. I know you thought I'd never say this but....you're my hope and I miss you. Yoongi shook his head sadly and glanced down at the small yellow rose blooming up from the packed dirt below Hobi's headstone.

Yoongi remembered J-Hopes death perfectly. They were out fighting Croats and Hobi slipped up and let one of those filthy bastards bite his neck. Yoongi had to shoot Hobi in the end. That boy was the last bit of hope Yoongi had after Jimins death and after everything came crashing down....he really was with him all the way to the end.

A tear rolled down Yoongis cheek and he wiped it away hastily, although there was nobody to see him cry. Visiting this place is the only time he ever feels emotions these days.

He looked at the headstone to the right and felt his lip quiver. Park Jimin. 1995-2018 The most beautiful moment in life was laying my eyes on you. You'll always be my angel. I love you.

He placed his fingers to his lips and then placed his fingers to the cold surface of Jimins headstone and then briefly to Hoseoks. Goodbye.

Yoongi felt the rain fall softly onto his head, slowly dampening his now faded brown hair. He reached into his belt with shaky fingers and brought out his gun.

He sat down in front of the two graves and closed his eyes, holding the cold gun against his temple. Goodbye.

He pulled the trigger.

Goodbye.

When Yoongi opened his eyes again, he was not in hell. He was in heaven. He knew he was in heaven because the first thing he saw was the beautiful smile of a familiar boy right in front of him. And then he realized he was in a park. A beautiful park. People walked around, cars drove past....it was as if monsters didn't exist. As if the world was normal....easier.

"Jimin?"

Jimins giggle echoed through Yoongis heart.

"We've been waiting Yoongs." Hoseok beamed, his eyes glassy.

Yoongi smiled for the first time in five years.

"I guess it's true then."

"What is?" Jimins soft hands cupped Yoongis face.

Yoongi smiled, his eyes sparkling.

"Family don't end with blood."

The End