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he is going away

Yoongi was the one to pick up the phone on that cold spring day.
He was very confused bacause of the unknownty of the caller. He decided to pick up anyway.
- Hello.
He whispered due to his fear.
- Hello. Is this Mr. Min on the phone. It's the South High Hospital on the phone. I am calling bacause of your friend -
- I know.
He interuped rudely. He didn't mean to be rude, but he couldn't listen to her voice talking about his friend like that.
- Okay... So, I am afraid... Mr. Min you must come. The sooner the better.
Yoongi knew exactly what was the lady on the phone saying. His eyes became watery.
- Can we all come?
- Of course.
Yoongi wanted to say something...
- Mr. Min, I think you should come prepared. I don't think he...
- I know. It's okay. Goodbye.
He hanged up. His voice cracked while screaming at the phone. No words though just a scream into nothingness. Tears of pain falling down his pale face.
- How am I supposed to tell them?
He questioned himself feeling the pain in his heart grow. He knows. He fucking knew that it would come to this. He threw himself on the table. Trembling and sobbing. 
Screaming because he couldn't bare it. Screaming because he couldn't do anything to help his friend.
He lost.
- How am I supposed to tell them?