The Night The Sun Died

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"If you ever need help-" Yoongi placed the scrap of paper in the boy's bandaged hands. "-call this number, alright?"

The boy nodded and walked away without saying goodbye. Yoongi's heart fluttered. He could not have a crush on him. He would not.

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Two days passed and the boy had not left his home. Most of the time he stared at his bandaged hand or the scrap of paper that meant everything to him.

He was feeling at little lonely since he had not left. The poor boy grabbed the rotery [how do you spell that?] phone and twisted the number in. He waited as the phone rang. When he heard a voice on the other line, he felt excited. His heart raced. It had not done that in a while.

"Hello?" The familiar voice asked.

"It is Jimin." The boy hesitated to speak.

"Oh, Jiminie! Hello. How are you?" He asked with a chuckle. The boy blushed at the name.

"I am fine. I wanted to ask... to ask if you wanted to come over. I am feeling quite lonely."

"I'll be over soon. Bye, Jiminie!" He said excitedly.

"Goodbye, Yoongi."

With that the call ended. The poor boy had not had a call in a long while, and he though that these would be longer interactions.

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The two sat on the sofa, Jimin clutching a pillow to his chest. The only sound was steady breathing of his partner and the old clock ticking off on the wall. It sounded to Jimin like Heaven. Jimin's house was clean and bright. The poor boy cleaned and cleaned. He wanted make Sun happy, though he was dead. Yellow light streamed in from the windows and wrapped around the boys.

"Do you need anything?" Jimin asked shyly.

"No thank you." Yoongi shook his head.

"Do... do you like television?" Jimin looked up at the boy.

"Yes, I like TV."

Jimin stood up and grabbed the remote to the big flat screen mounted to for wall. When he sat back down, he flicked it on and the show Sun and Moon used to watch together on Saturday evenings.

Moon's eyes welled with tears.

"Jiminie? Jiminie, are you okay?" Yoongi asked.

Jimin did not respond, but buried his face in Yoongi's arm. Yoongi seemed to know what to do and just placed an arm around Moon after turning off the TV.

[Sun died on a Sunday morning, so they turned off the TV before bed without changing the channel. Moon hasn't turned on the TV since.]

Jimin felt calm and quiet. The steady breathing of his partner and the ticking of the old clock slid him into a deep, peaceful sleep. He has not slept calmly or for a long time since Sun died. He always had nightmares of his own death. The poor boy could not control it.

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Yoongi sat on silence and let Moon sleep peacefully. But the peace was short lived. After about 15 minutes, Jimin was cowering and pushing away from Yoongi while crying out 'no! I don't wanna die!' and 'Sun! Sun, help me! Don't leave me!' Yoongi felt bad and tried to wake the crying, cowering, scared boy up, but he only wiggled away from his touch like he was afraid.