Dead Leaves [j.jk|pjm]

Ⅰ

Huffs of cold air escapes past cracked lips. It's nearing the end of Samhain and getting closer into the chilly months of November.

The sound of dead leaves crack underneath heavy boots, that make their way to a fence. A metal fence, that when he gets closer and his fingers graze the edge, a chill runs up his spine. Dark hair falls over eyes that were once brown, over time they have dulled over to a dark ocean grey.

Fingers clasp the lock on the fence, grasping the small lever then pulling it back, unlocking the metal gate in the process. He doesn't close it behind him as he walks in.

The air crisps around himself as he walks in, the grey scarf wrapped around his neck, blowing behind him in the process as the wind picks up. He shoves his hands into his pockets.

His boots hit the ground as he walks, its eery in the grim cemetery that they set foot on. The man has a destination.

A little block of aesthetic cement with words carved into the front.

A beloved son and brother.

May you rest in peace.

The man stands in front of it, in his arms he carries a bouquet of hydrangeas, a dull color of blue but beautiful and alive in its own way.

He hears footsteps behind him but he doesn't bother to look.

He already knows who it is. Who they are.

The wind picks up, as it does it blows hard at the bouquet in his arms. Petals fly off and circle around the male, his eyes dart down at the ground and scan a few of the dull blue flowers.

He bends down, his knee on the ground as he gently sets the bouquet next to the grave. He grabbed the withering ones, placing it beside himself, and cleaning up the space around the grave.

With a lighter he lit up an incense stick, and placed it in the front.

The wind was blocked by the headstone.

Closing his eyes he placed his hands together, and bowed slightly towards the grave before he stood up.

Then he was up and making his way back towards the main entrance gate.

He didn't glance at the group of males that stood not too far off, watching him with sad and weary eyes.

He got into his car, and drove off without looking back.

-

"Oh Jungkook." Sighed Namjoon as his eyes trailed after the boy as he drove off.

"Why can't he learn that we're all in this together?" Said Seokjin sadly, his voice cracking at the end.

"He burned it into his heart that he's going to deal with this alone." Sighed Yoongi, he walked towards the grave Jungkook once stood at and kneeled down.

"Hey Jiminie. Can't you get mad at your boyfriend for us? He seems to have forgotten who his hyungs are." Yoongi smiled sadly as he traced his thumb on the stone with the name 'Park Jimin' carved at front.
-

Jeon Jungkook walks through the front doors of his apartment.

He takes a big sigh of relief as he unwraps the grey scarf around his neck and throwing it on the chair nearby. He kicks his boots off into random locations of the apartment.

His fingers start undoing the buttons of his coat as he walks towards the kitchen and turns on his kettle to make hot water for hot chocolate.

He slides his jacket off as he throws it on the chair in the kitchen.

"I thought I told you to hang up your jacket,brat."

Says a sickly sweet voice, fingers clasping the jacket and hanging it up near the front door.

Jungkook turns around, onyx eyes meeting soft swirls of honey.

The same soft swirls of honey that Jungkook loves so dearly are narrowed and glaring at him.

Jungkook smiles his signature smile as he walks towards the smaller figure.

He wraps his arms around his waist, one hand reaches up and brushes his soft blond locks out of his eyes, his knuckles then tracing down the side of his face lovingly. Jungkooks head dips down and places his lips upon the smaller ones soft plump ones and locking them in a quick but sweet kiss.

He breathes out contently as he rests his forehead against the others and lets his eyes flutter shut.

"Hey Jiminie." He smiles softly, his lips pressing against his forehead now as he whispers.

"I'm home."