Yoongi poured a cup of red wine for himself, breathing heavily. Tears were rolling silently on his cheeks, as he drank the red liquid in front of him.
"I want to forget everything" he muttered, running a hand through his hair.
"I can't die. But I want to die so bad right now" he cried out, staring blankly at the beautiful blue rose in his hand, about to wither and turn into ash.
"Jimin..."
He almost finished ten bottles of red wine, they didn't even affect him anyways. He can't get drunk. He can't die. He can't do anything except for taking people's souls and suffering every day because of a one sided tragic love story he's caught in, a repeated seesaw game that he can't get off.
That weird thing humans named phone rung, and he saw Jimin's number showing. He didn't want to answer him. It's just that his finger slipped and he pressed the green button accidentally-
"Y-Yoongi..." Jimin's sweet voice was shaky, a bit scared. It worried Yoongi.
It's not time for his death yet, he thought.
"Y-yoongi, someone is f-following m-me"
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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"
