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Kneeling down with a subtle smile, I place down the nice bouquet of daisies Taehyung picked specifically for his best friend.
Over my shoulder, all the boys have their heads bowed in respect, either whispering a peaceful prayer or crying silently.
None of them has known Jimin for as long as I did and even if it was only for a few more weeks, it felt like I've known him a lifetime.
He's always been so damn loyal, precious, caring and honest. There was no other like him. He brought out the best out of each and everyone of us and for that, we will forever be thankful.
Who knows what the future might hold for us now. We don't really have anywhere to go, or someone to run back to. Maybe we will all leave the country and travel the world together... I have a few more crazy ideas in mind, but it'd be best to keep them for fairy tales.
As for Taehyung and I...
I turn around to glance up at him, my eyes skimming over his wet eyelashes for a brief moment before a smile curls up on my lips.
We love each other and that's there will ever be between us. Love and affection.
Just like we loved our dear Jimin.
Turning back to the handmade gravestone imprinted in my late best friend's name, my smile somehow inches wider.
I read over the letters times and times again.
박지민 사랑하는 친구 [Park Jimin, beloved friend]
I'm desperately trying to find an explanation that led us to where we are today. He wasn't supposed to die... but for some reason, I know that he is at peace. He died doing what he loved the most; protecting us.
"He was a hero." Yoongi mutters underneath his breath and I know for a fact that Taehyung heard him as clear as I did.
It's been indescribably hard for Yoongi these days. Though he hasn't known Jimin for a very long time, it seemed he fell in love with him at first sight. My heart aches for his soul.
I haven't known Taehyung for a long time but I know for a fact that I am hopelessly in love with this weirdo and I could never imagine a life without him.
My gaze swerves back and forth between the two crying males as I try to analyze the situation in deeper depth.
Although there was some undeniable romance between Jimin and Yoongi, I have to admit that nobody in this group loved our Chim Chim more than Taehyung did. They had this love/hate relationship going on only to hide the fact that they were literally born to be best friends.
They knew it both all along and it surprisingly took everyone a little while to understand this. But I could see it as clear as day when I first saw them argue.
Thinking back about all the memories suddenly brings a smile to my lips and a lone tear to fall down my cheek.
I wipe it off quickly, not wanting to show any weaknesses in front of a deceased being that used to be so strong.
"May you rest in peace, my dearest friend." I lean forward to brush the tips of my fingers against the stone, feeling its rough yet delicate surface grazing my skin.
"Your death will never be vain, Jiminie. I promise." Taehyung's quivering voice echoes in my ear as his large palm rests next to my trembling fingers.
Soon, all other members of our group step forward and place a hand on the gravestone. Together, we all pray one last time for our beloved little favorite.
And once we all turned around and walked away, nobody ever turned back again.
