Jimin smiled at the boy sitting next to him.
Yoongi stared at the other.
"4 more years" he muttered under his cold breath, his black piercing eyes staring right in jimin's soul.
"I feel like I saw you somewhere" Jimin muttered, eying him. He was weird, wearing all black, and holding a bouquet of flowers.
"I have to go" Yoongi got up, and walked out of the house. He put on his black cloak and mask again, as always.
He disappeared and reappeared in his garden, he walked slowly to put the bouquet of flowers on the dust.
"What a beautiful morning" he muttered, facing the tombstones. He walked silently, seeing some people crying next to the graves. He noticed one of them with only two minutes left.
Rain started pouring from the grey clouds, and he collected the soul of a man who died next to his wife's grave.
"Rest in peace"
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Our Sins || Yoonmin Story
Fanfiction"What did I do to deserve this??!" "Your sins" -- "What did you do to be here?" "My sins" -- "What made us meet each other?" "Our sins"
