Angel || BTS

The Suicide,

On the day of his funeral, Jimin had felt so overwhelmed with negativity that it was easily the worst day of his life.

Well technically, the worst day of his death.

Jimin thought that suicide would be the answer.

That it would stop all of his problems and allow him to finally be happy.

But even in death he could not find happiness.

When he first 'woke up,' Jimin thought that some great being in the universe had given him a second chance at life.

But then when he tried to interact with others, it was like they couldn't see or hear him. Jimin had finally figured out what was going on when Jeongguk had trudged right through his body.

Jimin found a dark inkling of humor in the situation. So much for a 'great being.' Not only did Jimin have continue on with the regrets and memories of jumping, but now he had to watch what he considered his haven rip apart and turn to ash around him. So Jimin did what he does best:

Curl up in a ball and cry.

After a while he realized that he needed to move on and try to help those suffering instead of being selfish. How he was supposed to help, he had no idea.

Now he found himself following Yoongi around the majority of the time. As he watched Yoongi do his best to help the others, Jimin couldn't help but get teary-eyed. Yoongi was always strong for the others, offering them a shoulder to lean on or words to help them come to terms with what happened.

But no one seemed to realize that Yoongi needed just as much, if not more, consolation than anyone else. Jimin was confused about this. Why could no one see what Yoongi was going through? If he was there, then he'd help Yoongi.

If.

If he was there. If he hadn't listened to the voices. If he hadn't jumped.

Jimin curled his hand into a tight fist, slamming it into the wall as hard as he could. His fist landed with a slight 'thunk,' the wall unfazed as usual.

He screamed as loud as he could, begging for whatever was out there to just let him take back the one action that had ruined everything.