It's been around a week since we lost Yoongi.
I sigh, readjusting my black tie. I stare at my reflection in the large full length mirror, almost a year back I was in this exact same position.
Starting school, unaware that months from then I would be staring at myself dressed in full black.
"Jimin?" My mom enters my room, a black long dress covering her creamy skin. I gulp back my tears, I just wanted to disappear.
Why did he have to leave?
Why?
"Honey, its time to go." My mom softly says, fixing my tie since I was struggling with shaky hands to do it myself.
I nod as she straights the black tie out before pulling me into a hug,
"I know sweetie, I know." Her hand presses into the back of my head, pushing my face more into her small shoulder when the tears began to roll down quietly.
Eventually she breaks away, giving me a weak smile while she takes my hand, leading me down the stairs and towards the front door.
I climb inside the car, bracing myself for the next few hours ahead, my hand brushing over the bracelet Yoongi gave me that have refused to take off ever since I was given it.
My mom starts up the car making our way towards the cemetery.
~*~
The funeral had just finished, people were beginning to move away from the grave where they continued to bury my boyfriend.
I stared at the stone, numbed to the bone as my eyes skims over his head stone,
In loving memory
Min Yoongi
Eventually they had finished filling in his grave, the workers then move aside, taking their equipment away.
I step forward, staring down at the grave. I stay like that for a while, no words were said, no sound came from me.
I just stared.
I felt a tug at my dress pants making me stare down at the small girl.
"Yoongi oppa is sleeping now?" Jung-eun questions, not entirely understand the concept of a funeral since she was still too young.
I nod, my eyes beginning to water, "that's right. He's just sleeping now."
Jung-eun waddles over, bending down so that she is on her hands and knees in front of Yoongi grave. She leans forward, placing a single red rose on his grave.
"Yoongi oppa! It's me, Jung-eun." She grins at the head stone.
"I found a pretty flower when eomma took Jungkookie and I to the store to buy flowers." She tells Yoongi.
"Oppa is fun! When will you wake up? I wanna play." She questions the freshly made ground.
I silently cry behind her, not wanting to frighten her.
My throat feels painful as I gulp back the remainding tears, wiping my eyes roughly before moving and taking a seat, crisscrossed beside Jung-eun.
"Jung-eun?" I whisper, the small girl turns towards me. I place my hands out for her to take a seat in-between my legs. She scrambles towards me, falling into my arms while I hug her from behind.
After some time, I mumble into her hair, "Yoongi oppa isn't coming back."
She frowns, twisting her head back to look at me, "why not?"
I weakly smile at her, "he's in a better place now."
We stay like that for a while, staring at his grave before eventually Jung-eun falls asleep in my arms. I slowly get to my feet, holding Jung-eun close to me as I make a move to head over to the small church a few feet away where everyone else still is, having the gathering.
Before I turn around, I hear a voice behind me,
"Jimin?"
I spin on my heels, staring at Mrs Min while she comes closer to me. She hugs me but not tight enough where it would hurt Jung-eun since I was still holding her.
"I'm sorry for your loss." I mumble, she nods,
"The same to you." She then digs inside the pocket of her black blazer, pulling out a small piece of paper.
"Here." She places it in my hand causing my eyebrows to frown.
"What's this?"
"Just read it." She smiles, "Yoongi asked me to give you this if something goes bad."
It's then that I realise,
Yoongi planned this out in case the surgery didn't go well.
I stuff the letter into my pocket deciding I will read it later when I'm alone before joining everyone else at the gathering.
~*~
It had been a few days since the funeral, I had yet to work up the courage to read the letter Yoongi left behind.
But here I was, the cool air breezing through my light brown hair making it dance slightly in the wind.
I sat on the grass, the letter in my grasp as I hold onto it, afraid to open it up just yet.
I glance out in front of me, I was at Yoongi special spot.
I haven't been here since that day.
The last time I ever saw Yoongi awake.
I gulp, finally opening up the letter;
Jimin.
I'm sorry, I promised you that I would be fine but if you're reading this then something went wrong with the surgery.
I don't want to leave without a goodbye of some sort even if it isn't from me directly, the knowing fact that you will see this puts me at ease.
You've made me feel things I never felt before, you made me feel loved, able to live my life without worrying so much that I wouldn't be able to live it as long as I should have.
I know we have only known each other for a short amount of time. But the fact that you could change me, force me to open up and let others in just shows how much you mean to me.
I still remember all the times you would try to speak to me and I would ignore you, I never realised how much you would impact on my life back then.
Don't be sad I'm gone, remember me as a good memory. One that you can look back on and smile.
Remember Jimin that I love you, even after death I will always love you.
Yoongi.
As I reach the bottom of the letter, a small smile was evident on my lips, tears gracefully fall down my cheeks as I once again look out to the view in front of me,
"Even if it means I have to wait, I'll be forever waiting to see you again."
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