We both prepared an entobment for my father and Jimin's demise. Yet what pained me more is that Yoongi never got angry at me when he Knew about his father's death, instead he gave me a sweet smile
Here I was crying to my heart's please whilst Taehyung was gently stroking my back to ease me
Yoongi killed dad, but I couldn't hate him since we did the same
"He's gone, both Park Jimin and dad apparently are gone" I repeated. I can't believe this
this is just a fantasy
a sad dream
"don't cry. Since he's gone, you'll take over" he sighed
"what to do" I pouted with red puffy Eyes
"Stay strong princess" He smiled and hugged me
"Yoongi, I killed his dad. yet his dad just smiled and told sweet words"I frowned
I don't deserve that
"Hana-"
"Why aren't you sad?" I asked
"You know what I feel towards him, I do, I do love him still. A little but my heart is somehow I don't know, infuriated?" he said in hesitation
"I'm taking over this burden" I said as I covered my Face
"I'm sorry" He apologized filled with remorse until I remembered something
I scratched my head in annoyance, "Tss Why is Jimin's Face Not that visualled Jesus Christ He isn't a Toy!what the hell was wrong with those people" I angrily Remark
"How should I know? Truthfully it was weird" He shrugged. Goodness Gracious How disrespectful can they be for the dead?
I let out a Frustrated sigh as my eyes Roamed all Over the dull place, all gender wore the dark and demising color of Black
But
As if A hand squeezed my heart when I saw a familiar Frame, He wore a Hat for a Farmer which forbid his Face to be seen. Who is he?
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