Jimin's POV
"Jungkook... You didn't... you wouldn't... Jungkook how could you do this to yourself... To me..." Tears began to roll down my face as I watch Jungkook dying right before my eyes, "I'm calling for help Kookie." I try to reach for my phone but he grabs my hand and holds it tighter than he ever did before, "I'll see you soon... I love you Jimin..." I pull him close to my chest holding him as tight as I did when he would cry, his body shudders and one final breath leaves his lips. His body goes limp, "Jungkook?" I shake him hoping that he will wake up, hoping that he is only joking with me, "Jungkook! No... Jungkook No! Jungkook, please... I'm sorry! I never wanted to break up with you! I should've listened to you... Jungkook, come back to me... I need you! PLEASE JUNGKOOK!"
I lay him on my bed and kiss his sweaty face sobbing, with every kiss I lay on his pale empty face, his body grows colder and colder. I sit next to his body praying that his broken and shattered spirit will go to a place of love, something he knew very little of. We both have been through so much together... I loved him even when we were apart... He protected me... "Why would someone hurt you Jungkook? You never deserved a life of hurt... your parents never deserved a loving son like you... I never deserved you... This world never deserved you... But you deserve peace..."
I lay next to him knowing that I should call someone but honestly, I wanna be alone with him. His emotions are gone along with his breath and thoughts, but his body is still here with me, a body that I never got to see. I cover him with my blanket and kiss his cold pale cheek, I pull myself off my bed. Emotionless... Empty... Without him I'm nothing... Now that Namjoon is gone I am all alone... I must not keep him waiting for me... He needs me...
I grab a gun from my drawers and go back to laying next to my only love... I grab my phone and dial Namjoon's number... knowing that he won't pick up... the call goes straight to voicemail...
"Leave it at the beep."
"Namjoon... I'm sorry about what I did... I never meant to hurt you... I was desperate... I know I used you but you have no idea what was going through my head... Jungkook came to see me... He killed himself Namjoon... He died right before my eyes... He didn't let me call for help... He's laying in my bed dead... I guess I live alone now... And now that you're never coming back... I'm meeting him soon... so he isn't alone... Goodbye Namjoon... Tell everyone I am sorry... Even Yoongi... I love you.."
I press the end call button, throw my phone against the wall and lay next to Jungkook. I press my forehead against his one last time, "I'll see you soon baby... I promise... " I lay down on my side, place the gun against my head and pull the trigger...
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Namjoon's POV
I lay in a hotel bed disgusted with myself and with Jimin, I knew I should've told him I liked him before Jungkook could even talk to him before Yoongi could ever hurt him. I pull out my phone and see that Jimin is calling me, I'm not ready to talk to him so I decline the call and shove my phone under my pillow, "Jungkook was too young to know how to love Jimin... Nobody was willing to care for Jimin but me..." I sit up in the bed and grab the remote turning on the TV to a show that Jimin and I usually watched at this time, cuddling until we both fell asleep.
After a few minutes, I pass out trying not to think about what had happened a few hours ago. I know Jimin can't live without someone to be there for him, whether it was for emotional support or just someone to love him. My hand lets go of the remote and my entire body goes numb, relaxed. I catch myself thinking about Jimin so I swat that thought away and think about myself and hopefully getting to see Jin soon. He had texted me the other day asking if we could hang out, like old times, I told him yes just this morning. And now that I am alone Hoseok should be the replacement.
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The sun beams through the window right into my face waking me up, "Shit. I slept all night?" I get up to turn the TV off and I dig through my duffel bag for a clean shirt to wear. I throw on a red shirt, black jeans, and some shoes. I comb through my hair trying not to look like I just rolled out of bed, I grab my phone and my bag before I walk out the hotel room. I check my messages and see that Jimin had left a message, "I better check this now actually." I input my password and listen to the message.
"Namjoon... I'm sorry about what I did..."
"Ha. Yeah Right."
"I never meant to hurt you... I was desperate... I know I used you but you have no idea what was going through my head..."
"I know what was going through your head."
"Jungkook came to see me... He killed himself Namjoon... He died right before my eyes... He didn't let me call for help... He's laying in my bed dead... I guess alone now right... And now that you're never coming back... I'm meeting him soon... so he isn't alone... Goodbye Namjoon... Tell everyone I am sorry... Even Yoongi... I love you..."
The call clicks off and my heart drops, "No.. Jimin.. NO!" I shove my phone in my pocket and get on my motorcycle speeding over to his house, hoping that I'm not too late. My eyes start to water so once I get to a stop light I wipe my eyes and try to breathe, staying positive so I don't get in an accident. Once I get to his house I jump off my motorcycle and run to the door banging on it as hard as I can, "JIMIN!" I keep banging on the door calling his name for feels like an hour, I probably did it for an hour.
I start searching around hoping to find a spare key, the sun starts to set making it harder to see anything. I give up looking for a key and try to kick the door down, I start to kick the door with all of my manpower. I kick the door about 3 times before the door frame breaks along with the doorknob, I run to Jimin's room and stop in my tracks as I see two bodies laying on his bed.
My legs grow weak and I fall to my knees tears running down my face, "Jimin... Jungkook..." I manage to stifle their names and only their names from my mind, so many thoughts race through my mind as I run over to Jimin's body and pull him to my chest taking out my phone and calling the police. My heart beats out of my chest as the phone rings
"911 what's your emergency?"
"Both of my friends committed suicide! Please help me. I don't think they are alive anymore but please help!"
"Okay sir, calm down. An ambulance will be there soon..."
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