My Precious Love

Jungkook leaned against the railing and screamed his beloved's name over and over into the open air. His heart clenched and his tears fell like rain again. He felt an arm encircle his waist and pull him away from the edge. He turned to look at the man who held him. It was Taehyung.

"Jungkook, I know it hurts but you have to let him go. He wouldn't want this for you. He wouldn't want you to join him," Taehyung's eyes were filled with compassion.

"Tae's right, Jungkook. Let him go. Say your goodbyes now," one of the men lined up behind Taehyung said.

"But Namjoon-hyung, I miss him. I miss him so much," Jungkook sobbed.

"We all miss him, Jungkook, but we must let him go or he won't rest in peace. Say your goodbyes now," said the man standing next to Namjoon. The man's right arm was in a cast from wrist to elbow, and he had several lacerations on his otherwise handsome face.

Jungkook glared at the shorter male. He despised the man because if it weren't for him, Jungkook would have had more time with his beloved. Fuck you, Jimin, he thought to himself.

"Let's go, Jungkook. I'll help you say goodbye to him. He was my best friend after all," a soft voice spoke from the other side.

Jungkook turned to his left, and the pain in his heart eased a little. Yoongi-hyung, I owe you a great debt for getting me and my beloved together, he thought. Because of you, hyung, I know what it's like to love and to be loved.

A hand reached in between Jungkook and Yoongi, clutching a single beautiful red rose. Jungkook turned to look at the man who held the rose.

"Here, Jungkook, make sure you give this to him. You know how much he loved roses."

"Thank you, Hobi-hyung," Jungkook said with a watery smile.

He took the rose and stepped out of Taehyung's embrace. He took a deep breath, tossed the rose over the railing and watched as it floated on the water, carried away by the waves.

"Goodbye, Jin-hyung. Wait for me. I will see you soon. I love you."