Friday 13th - A BTS FANFICTION

Chapter 22 - My first and last best friend

Kim Taehyung was buried outside the warehouse, in the only shady spot available - under a pathetic, spindly excuse for a tree.

The funeral was basic at best, the grave dug with their bare hands as rain hammered down on their backs.

With his filthy fingers, Yoongi ran his hands through Tae's hair, fixing it back into his regular, unkempt-but-fluffy mop.

The other boys had agreed that Yoongi should have a little time alone with Tae - they had been childhood friends after all.

He was knelt beside the boy, slowly stroking his hair.

"Why did you leave, Tae?" He whispered softly. "Why would you abandon me and go to a place where I can't follow? I thought that was the role I was meant to play! You are the one who is supposed to follow me around and help clear up my mistakes! What am I supposed to do now?"

The boy didn't answer. Of course he didn't.

He stared down at the younger's face. There was no expression on his icy blue lips, no colour in his drained, white skin. Although they had cleaned him up using the tap on the side of the warehouse, there were still tiny traces of red around his lips where he had lost blood.

And of course there was the splodge of red over his shoulder, and the smears over his t-shirt...

"I...I know you can't hear my voice anymore..." Yoongi began, "Any you of all people know I am not one for comforting speeches, so I guess I will have to keep this short."

He shifted off his knees and sat beside him, crossing his legs and cradling the limp boy like he had done the night before. He spoke, looking at his closed eyes as if Tae was really listening.

"I think that... even though I made it seem like you drove me completely insane, I don't think you ever really realised how much you meant to me. I was a lonely, nerdy kid with no friends and quite frankly, no dreams for the future. All I had was a computer and a mouse to keep me entertained. No matter how many times I tried to push you away, and no matter how many times I got us both into trouble, you never once left me to deal with it alone. You were always there... and it was such an honour to know a guy like you... even if I didn't realise it at first. So thank you Kim Taehyung. Thank you for being my first - and last - best friend."

He choked back tears as the other boys came up behind him.

Well... two of them.

Jimin and Hobi walked up, and the younger placed his hand on Yoongi's shoulder.

"It's time."

Yoongi nodded and stood up, carrying Tae bridal style over to the hole they had dug with their fingers.

He laid him down gently and stroked his hair one last time.

Jimin and Hoseok said their brief goodbyes and sighed. Jimin sighed.

"Is Jungkook sure he doesn't want to-"

"He is sure." Hoseok nodded sadly.

"Then... I guess it is time to say goodbye."

The three boys took handfuls from the pile of dirt they had made. It was still raining, but less so now - a light drizzle at most.

They laid Tae to rest at long last, saying their last goodbyes before turning and leaving.

Yoongi was still confused...

Jungkook was nowhere to be seen.

The boy was curled up a dark corner of the warehouse. His face was stained with tears, and his eyes were watery as he stared at the photo on Taehyung's