Angelfield? Why- wait...
Jungkooks mind was going crazy. He was so confused. Jungkook continued to drive down the suburban roads, he tried to keep his eyes focused on the road, not wanting to endanger himself or the young boy in the passenger seat.
Yoongi was silent.
Completely silent.
Jungkook pulled his eyes from the road, sparing a glance at the silent passenger.
Oh...
Yoongi was still. Only for the small lifts of his chest, Jungkook would have believed he were dead.
"So, what house number is your boyfriends?" Jungkook asked lightly, there is a small cul de sac outside of the cemetery, maybe -
"Just drop me at the gates of the graveyard. I'll travel the rest of the way"
Yoongi showed no emotion in his voice.
Nothing at all. Just a bland, monotonous tone that raised concern in Jungkooks heart.
Soon the pair pulled up at their destination. Jungkook pulled up on the sidewalk, making sure to leave room for pedestrians walking past.
"Here we are" Jungkook attempted to fill the awkward silence as he turned off the ignition.
"Thanks Hyung" yoongi answered solemnly as he unbuckled his belt.
"Just Jungkook, c'mon Suga you know this." Jungkook smiled and nudged at the youngers side, attempting to once again cover the uncomfortable tension in the small car.
"Sorry." Yoongi moved his hand to open the door, when Jungkook spoke up,
"Suga, if you want, I can wait around for you, leave you home like"
"No thank you, his house is just down the street, and I live not too far away" yoongi lies at the end. True, Namjoons house was down the street, the lie was yoongi living close. Honestly, the young boy was half tempted to accept his hyungs offer. It was already dusk, the sun was making her slow descend behind the horizon.
No...
Just.. a little longer.
"Only if you're sure now?" Jungkook felt somewhat relieved when he heard "house" and not "grave".
"I'm sure, Thank you Jungkook" yoongi forced a smile, hoping it would reassure the elder more.
Yoongi exited the car, waving as Jungkook drove off. Yoongi began walking down the street, when he noticed that his hyung had already turned the corner, he spun on his heels, clutching the flowers close as he visited his boyfriend.
*****
Turn back.
"Shut up" Jungkook muttered to himself, ever since he'd dropped yoongi off, the males mind repeated the same message over and over.
Turn back.
"Fuck sake!" Jungkook slapped the steering wheel a little.
He didn't want to invade on the boys private life, yet at the same time, he couldn't help but want to know more about him.
There was something captivating about the youngers cat like appearance, a curiosity filled Jungkook whenever he thought about those two dark eyes.
Turn back-
"FINE!" Jungkook screamed at his subconscious, pulling a dramatic u-turn.
I'll just turn and do a lap of the cul-de-sac, just a nice drive before I go home. I'm definitely not spying on the boy who steals our flowers. Most definitely not.
Jungkook did exactly that. A full lap around the whole row of houses, twice.
No Suga.
Jungkook bit his bottom lip, a nervous habit he'd developed through the years.
You know where he is...
"Shit..." Jungkook whispered as the evening air bit at his skin. It was only early autumn, yet the elder still grumbled, wishing he'd brought a jacket or something.
The male began walking through the headstones, trying to be respectful as he went by.
He caught a glimpse of a few names on the graves. Each one slowly fading, soon to be forgotten. Yet that is the way of life.
Born. Live. Die. Forget.
Please don't be here, please don't be here, please don't-
Jungkook froze as his eyes landed on a small figure hunched over a grave.
The taller hid behind a large headstone, not wanting to disturb the younger.
The grave was fresh, well, fresher than the surrounding graves.
An average headstone made of white marble, the inscription was gold and Jungkooks wild flowers from last week lay delicately in a small clay pot. The small boy swapped them out, now spilling the old water and pouring fresh water from a bottle into the pot. Then placing the pretty purple flowers inside.
"You can come out, I know you're there Jungkook"
Yoongi kept his gaze straight, not bothering to greet his elder properly.
"Suga- I- I'm sorry. I should have left you alone. This was none of my business." Jungkook filled with guilt. Why did I listen to you?! Stupid subconscious...
"It's fine I guess... at least now you know." Yoongi stood yet his gaze remained on the small patch of earth below him.
"Jungkook, meet Namjoon. Joonie, this is Jungkook. He's the one who grew your flowers, him and his husband Jimin." Yoongi introduces the pair, the elder stepped closer as he did so, yoongi continued speaking to the grave, "I know you get mad when I steal, so now I'm paying them back through gardening. You'd laugh if you saw that wouldn't you..." yoongis voice became silent at the end.
"Suga?" The elder now placed a hand on yoongis shoulder. In which the latter responded by flinching sharply, rubbing his eyes.
He was crying...
"Anyways, this is why I stole flowers" yoongi now faced Jungkook. The elders heart cracked at the sight.
Yoongis eyes were red, an obvious sign that he'd been crying, his cheeks were also puffed and a small pout lay on his lips.
Jungkooks couldn't help but coo mentally at the sight.
"He loves- loved flowers. I always brought him flowers when... before.. whatever...." yoongi gave up on explaining, not like the elder would know how it feels anyways.
Yoongi fell silent after that.
"Would you like me to give you a ride home?" Jungkook rested his hand on the youngers shoulder again, trying to get the boy more comfortable around him.
Yoongi didn't say anything, only giving a small nod as a response.
Yoongi grabbed his torn up backpack, sparing a final glance at the grave. He slowly walked forward and whispered something to the headstone, Jungkook was unable to hear what was said, suga then stood up and started walking away.
Jungkook turned to follow him, yet just before he did so, he too glanced at the headstone.
Here lies Kim Namjoon
Born September 12th 1999.
Died March 13th 2018.
He will remembered as he lived.
Happy and smiling.
We will always love you Namjoon.
Rest in peace.
That's the end of the chapter!
Bye!
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