Exulansis

Chapter 7

"Yoongi?"

That dimpled smile. That sweet dimpled smile that made everything okay. His sunny presence, his soothing voice, his warm hugs.
Him.
Just him and everything about him.

Yoongi twirled the small brown curl of his boyfriends hair, raising his eyebrows as a response.

"Will we be together forever? What if my parents find out? What if Julian comes back? What if you stop loving me...?"

"Let me stop you there." Yoongi gave a warm smile, shifting the pairs position so he now sat comfortably straddling his boyfriends lap, his soft hands cradling the tallers face, "your parents will never separate us, they love you Joonie, and will support you when you're ready"

Namjoon smiles warmly, making yoongis heart flutter at the sight of his dimples.
"Secondly," he continued, "j-Julian... he'll never come back. Never. I will protect us." Yoongi placed a soothing kiss on his lovers forehead.

"And t-the last one?" Namjoon stared with bright wide eyes, a mixture of doubt and Hope filling his gaze.

Yoongi smirked. "The last one?"
Namjoon nodded lowly, now refusing to meets his boyfriends eyes.
Yoongi places a gentle finger under Namjoons chin, raising his head to meet his own. Before Namjoon had the opportunity to speak as Yoongi had already pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss.
Namjoon reacted immediately, finding pure joy in the familiar lips.
As much as the pair have kissed in the past, neither ever got bored.

After a too short kiss, yoongi pulled back, leaving a panting Namjoon who had momentarily forgotten to breathe.

"I have, I do, and I will always love you Namjoon. I don't make promises, we both know that, but this I'm certain of. No matter what happens, no matter what we go through, I will always love you. I will always be by your side. You're the sugar.."

"And you're the spice" Namjoon smiled.
Namjoon places a gentle kiss against the others doll-like lips, whispering a small "thank you" against his sweet mouth.

"y'know, you should really be the sugar, your skin is so pale and your smile is so sweet" Namjoon placed his large hands on yoongis now blushing cheeks, "my Suga"

"Call me whatever you want baby, as long as I can call you mine"

"Oh god" Namjoon threw his head back and laughed, "that was so cheesy"

"But you love it" yoongi wiggled his eyebrows, soon attacking his lover with angle kisses across his face.
The pair enjoyed the sweet moment, blissfully unaware of the cruel future ahead.

"I love you yoongi"
"Yoongi..."
"Yoongi!"
"YOONGI!"

"AHH" yoongi shot up, panting heavily as he clutched his accelerating heart.
He quickly scanned his surroundings.

Not again..

It didn't hit him like a wave.
A wave slowly builds and crashes suddenly. No, rather, it was like a car crash. Unexpected, quick and ultimately tragic.
It burned.
Yoongi cried.
It was like a snake, wrapping itself slowly around ones throat, restricting air. Restricting life.

"J-Joonie..." the young male cried, barely hitting the simple syllables.

Oh how it hurt.
He couldn't take it, the pure torture that was living without his soul mate.

"W-why did - why you?" Yoongi cried harder, his howling wails ignored by the peacefully sleeping world, "WHY DID YOU TAKE HIM?!" Yoongi screamed, punching his fist heavily against the floor.
Definitely broken.

Yoongi began sobbing again...
"He was all I had.." the boy cursed whatever being lay upon the clouds. The one they all honour. The one they all adore.
Yoongi believed in god. Yoongi hates god. For he stole the one thing that was most precious to him.
Namjoon.

The tortured boy cried for what felt like days, in what was really just hours. Hours of painful, seemingly endless tears.
Somewhere in the middle, yoongi found himself falling back to sleep.
To live once again in his happy world that can never be.
The happy world in which he still had Namjoon.
The happy world in which he had love.

***

"Hey hon" Jimin smiled, placing the hot tray of fresh cookies onto the cooling rack.
Jungkook had only just arrived back from leaving Suga home. The tall male was still in shock. He honestly didn't know how to react.
Sure it's sad, no one likes to lose a loved one, Jungkook knows he'd be lost without his Chim, but it also felt different.

Jungkook shouldn't care so much. He'd only met the boy twice, on which the first occasion he was caught stealing.
Why does it hurt him so bad? Why does it pain him to see Suga in pain?
Jungkook was ripped from his thoughts at the light touch of his husbands soft hand.

"Kookie? What's wrong? You've gone pale." Jimin pouted slightly, an adorable habit of his, and then placed his hand on Jungkooks forehead, searching for a temperature.

Jungkook gently removed Jimins hand, "I'm fine babe, I'm not sick"

"Oh, are you okay? Did you leave Suga at his boyfriends? Did you get to meet him?" Jimin asked excitedly, the boy was a hopeless romantic.

Jungkook frowned, something he rarely did. The man usually had a bright, bunny smile painted on his sculpted face. Instead he now look troubled, and almost sad.

"I-I did meet him... kind of..." He mumbled, unsure of how to word this.

Jimin led his husband to a tall stool, both now sitting by the kitchen island.
The smaller gestures for his husband to continue.

"Namjoon, sugas boyfriend, he- he's... suga wasn't going on dates, or hanging out at his boyfriends house. He was visiting his... grave. .." Jungkook barely said it, he kept stopping and starting, not wanting it to be true.

A look of shock washed over Jimins face, one of horror and disbelief.
"He's dead?" The smaller male asked just above a whisper.

Jungkook simply nodded, to which Jimin gasped and covered his mouth with his hands.

"Oh that poor boy. Suga must be so hurt. Oh god and I yelled at him! For stealing flowers he was leaving at his boyfriends grave! Oh my god!" Jimin began to panic frantically. He felt so guilty. Sure he didn't cause the death of Namjoon, but he couldn't help but feel that he'd already added to yoongis current pain.

Jungkook  could read Jimins face, he saw the guilt and worry fill him. Jungkook quickly took Jimins hands into his own, "Don't you blame yourself, you did nothing wrong. Nothing wrong at all. We didn't know. We couldn't have known." the younger hushed his husband softly.

"Whether we knew or not it was still done." Jimin whispered, still reeling in guilt.

"H-how? How did he go?" Jimin asked softly.

"I don't know. His grave didn't say, neither did Suga. It was recent enough though, about 7 months ago." Jungkook answered monotonously. His voice blank, unsure of how to talk.

"Less than a year..." Jimin whispered.

Both men sat in silence. Neither knowing what to say or do.
Silence.
No.

"We can't do this." Jungkook said firmly, "Suga is in enough pain, he doesn't need us pitying him, we should just, I don't know, guide him a little."

"Guide him?" Jimin repeated.

"I dropped Suga home after leaving the cemetery" Jungkook paused, it was such an unnatural sentence, "Babe he lives in hell. The place is littered with drugs and gangs. Half the clients we got in with assault charges came from that area. I'm surprised suga's still alive"

Jimin stared, a sad expression covering him. As if Suga wasn't suffering enough...

"We can help him" Jungkook stood, placing his hands on Jimins shoulders, "we can help him Jimin, I don't know how, but we can."

Jimin smiled at his ever good doing husband. "Okay. Let's help him"

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That's the end of the chapter! I hope you enjoyed!
I'm sorry for the slow updates, I've been going through some personal issues.
Don't worry though! I'll be fine.😅
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