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This hellish limbo couldn't any worse for Yoongi. He lifted his teary eyes from the sarcophagus and brought them to Jungkook's face. Jungkook slowly licked his lips while lost deep in thought. He stared down at the gold etched words away from Yoongi's dark knowing eyes. Anger welled in Yoongi at this damned situation.

To have fought the death that kept coming for him, to have run from the terrifying wolves, as he watched helplessly, as they tore into Jimin like a puppet, and now the decision he was forced to make. This place was as close to hell as Yoongi could have imagined it, and now he was going to be trapped here on his own accord. Damn the fates, damn the world, damn love. Damn it all, he almost wanted to give up, but not without saving his sweet maknae. He swallowed and held back an anguished sob, as he prepared himself to make a decision that would most likely damn him.

Fuck this enternity of pain. Fuck all of it. But, if I can do at least one thing right with my life, it will be this. I hope the rest can forgive me.

Jungkook stood there tapping a finger on his chin while reading the now memorized words while trying to piece together what they could mean. He then peered at Yoongi's hand that held the dark key and brightened up a bit.

"Hyung, do you think your key has something to do with it? Why else would you still have it?" His wide bunny eyes held such innocence as Yoongi was brought back out of his dark thoughts.

Jungkook noticed the etched lines across Yoongi's face and stepped forward to trace a finger across his furrowed brow. "Hyung, are you okay, or are you just thinking?" The maknae tilted his head to the side and Yoongi almost sobbed aloud at the tender action.

"Awe, hyung, don't cry, don't cry. Shh, we will find a way out of here, but at least we have each other now." Jungkook embraced his hyung and guided Yoongi's head to rest on his shoulder as his arms held him tightly. Jungkook felt his heart tighten as Yoongi's fingers gripped tightly onto his white t-shirt. Jungkook felt the same about his quiet and normally brooding hyung.

Jungkook remembered the hidden "I love You's" that Yoongi had left him from time to time on post-it notes, texts, and written on things easily erased. Jungkook hummed deeply and felt Yoongi relax a bit as the sound vibrated between them. Yoongi stepped back and wiped his eyes.

"Kookie, I think there is a way out. I have been carrying this key and I know it has led me here, therefore, it's purpose has to be to unlock this sarcophagus." Unbeknownst to Jungkook, Yoongi could not bring his wavering eyes to meet his as he said the words. Yoongi peered at the sarcophagus instead and turned the key about slowly in his hand.

Jungkook's eyes went wide with excitement that was expected from the youthful soul inside him. "We should try it hyung, I mean what's the worst that could happen?" Yoongi looked at him at that last part and tried to smile through his grimace.

"Oh, but what do you think the words mean, Yoongs? They might mean nothing, or maybe we have to say them as we open the sarcophagus?" Jungkook ran his hands through his hair and pulled in  frustration as his excited smile faded a bit. "Aish, it could just lead to another place hyung?"

Jungkook noticed Yoongi's unusual silence and mistook it as him thinking about solution, however, Yoongi already knew the answer. He felt it burn a deep hole in his mind and heart as he glared at that damning Sarcophagus.

He finally spoke up again as he laid a hand across the cold marble of the heavy coffin lid. "Yeah, it might just be another door, but as long as we can be together, there might be some hope for us. Okay, let me read the words again aloud just so I can be sure." Jungkook hummed in agreeance as Yoongi once again read the words aloud.

"Half is filled with love,
half is filled with hope,
together form a single turn.

Half a soul weeps,
The other half abounds,
Unable to return.

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