cold hands. ➳ yoonmin

affections touching across time

»a/n: play the music for the chapter! also i literally loved inuyasha as a kid, the OST brings back so many childhood memories and makes me kinda sad lol + i can't believe i'm ending this book??? i loved writing this book!! it has been such a pleasure of mine, and i hope you enjoyed it too!

i may not have been as direct in this book so please ask any questions if you need anything explained!

i don't know if i should write an alternate ending? please comment your thoughts! <333 

i also tried to do a different format :)) i hope you like it

so i'm gonna stop talking now so you can get to reading sjsksjs

⊱ ━━━━━━━━━━━━.⋅ ε ♥з ⋅.━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⊰

hello jimin? i think that's the name of this diary, this is hoseok. remember that one time we met at the hospital when i went to pick up yoongi? yea, that hoseok. i know yoongi told me to never, ever, ever, ever peak at his diary entries. but i think it's time. yoongi passed away yesterday. it was a quiet one. i think he was happy to finally be with you. the white-coated men, acted as the grim reaper's slaves, coming to collect the dead. their stoic expressions showed no mercy. yoongi had insisted his grave to be near you, it was as if god had answered his final wish, placing him next to your grave. it had rained that day, as if it were a sign of yoongi's passing. it started as a small misty fog, then the sky's greys softly broke into small droplets of liquid crystal.

⊱ ━━━━━━━━━━━━.⋅ ε ♠ з ⋅.━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⊰

the quiet pitter patter comforted the cemetery that held rows of tombstones, the droplets sang a lullaby as it left a trail of liquid beads, rocking the sea of the dead. some gravestones were crumbled and torn, some were smooth marble with newly engraved black writing, but that day, not yoongi's, not jimin's, but all the spirits seemed to be laid with peace. god kissed the cemetery's inhabitants, it rained for a long time, yet it never increased in pace, it never screamed thunder, it never flashed lightning, it was a simple, repeated, melody played on the wet leaves of lush green plants. the rainfall collected itself upon small patches of mud and stone, creating small ponds, the whispering wind danced with leaves upon the water as the small critters went into shelter. the birds taking cover under the foliage while the squirrels took quick action and hid in their wooden homes in the trees. 

⊱ ━━━━━━━━━━━━.⋅ ε ♣ з ⋅.━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⊰

the skies canvas was painted with strokes of grey, white sprinkles all over with patches of purple which laid hidden behind the cotton candy clouds. i could remember that day's rain so clearly, it wasn't too strong, it wasn't too boringly slow, it was just right. the different sounds of the earth would've been a whole clatter of incorrect instruments, however, when it all came together it sounded like a soulful singing session orchestrated by the heavens. instead of the planet's forceful gravity draining the clouds of their tears, the droplets of crystal peacefully fell with grace and elegance the day yoongi died. he had told me he had always liked rain. yoongi loved rain actually, he said it felt like home. he said it felt like you jimin. he said you were his home. he had told me he didn't need a home when his home was right next to him.  

⊱ ━━━━━━━━━━━━.⋅ ε ♦ з ⋅.━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⊰

after the rain, the clouds had gone to sleep. i had loss track of time, we had all deeply miss yoongi. i'm sure you do too jimin. during the slideshow we had for you, all the pictures that yoongi had shown his rare occurrence of a smile were with you. he looked happiest with you. every time he talked to you, he looked like he was on a natural high, a feeling leaving him bubbly and floating above the clouds. were you at his funeral? i felt like you were. i could see the little crescents in your eyes when you talked to yoongi. we all could see. maybe, just maybe, we all felt a little jealous of you guys. during the funeral, the rain was no longer there, there was an unusual spectacle, a thin translucent layer of beauty laid upon littering white spots upon god's drawing screen. the mixes of a multitude of paints adorned the space above us. was it you jimin? did you come to pick up yoongi? it was like a sign. a sign of yoongi's spirit leaving. but, it was a beautiful sign.

⊱ ━━━━━━━━━━━━.⋅ ε ♥ з ⋅.━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⊰