► These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triump die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume.
Medieval au! FIRST BOOK
88GLAMOUR 2018
yoonmin
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character death!
Love and sorrow...
love comes first, sweet and strong, then the sorrow that they will never again be together in this life.
Jimin can only hope and pray that they'll be reunited in the next, that God would see fit to give then more time.
But for now the loss is more than jimin can take, everything hurts. He's in nothing but pain.
If love is a gift then sorrow is also, for its enormity is the proof of what used to be.
Loss is the side of loving they never warn you of... that should you lose your lover your heart is buried with them.
Yoongi always thought jimin loved like a storm. He was right. When he died he cried with more violence than ever before. Not to have him right there was a torture to his soul. He didn't break quietly, it was like every atom of his being screamed in unison, traumatized that he should exist without him.
He laid there in the middle of the square, clutching yoongi's lifeless body to his chest, screaming for god to give them a second chance, for another chance for them to love again. More time to be together and fall in love over and over again because falling for him was like falling into the sea, scary at first and sometimes it feels like you're going to drown in it, your lungs filling up with water but it's feelings, scary when you fall but worth it in the end.
When the wracking sobs passed he cried in such a desolate way that no-one could bare to listen for long. Serfs pitied him as they walked by, how could something like this break the prince? They always wondered. How could he love a knight?
He left, he took his horse and rode far, back to a cliff near the beach he and yoongi went on their escapade. He sits at the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea, legs hanging. He runs his fingers along his neck and his arms, eyes fluttering closed because he's trying to imagine yoongi's fingers on him again, his tender touch and his lips, their night together that made Jimin feel ways he never knew he could.
Loved.
He weeps at the thought, shoulders shaking as he lets his eyes open again, staring down at the infinite blue.
He's empty. Two friends are dead and the love of his life is gone forever. He clutches at his chest that aches, his heartbeat slow and he just wants it to stop. He wants everything to stop. Why was the world so cruel where a mans life lays in the hands of another to decide whether he lives or dies.
He doesn't want to live in that type of world. He can't without Yoongi by his side.
For as we love we accept the pain to come, that in our world we are mortals born to live, age and die.
