They Both Die In The End

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Yoongi's pov
2:21 am

Momo gets in my face and pushes me against the fridge. Wow instead of sexual that felt really painful.

"Look at him Yoongi. What the hell were you thinking?"

I refuse to look at him who's leaning in the counter. His face bruised up real badly.

Kyehyo is patching Lucas up and placing an icebag in his eye. My boys flanked me because Joongki already gave them enough shit for going with with me to beat up Lucas.

"Not feeling so brave now huh?" he asks.

"Shut up" Momo snaps. She slams her phone in the counter scaring everyone. "Don't follow us"

She drags me to the living by my wrist.

"So what? Death Cast calls and your free to pick on whoever the fuck you want?"

I see Lucas didn't say that I was beating his ass before I received the alert.

"I ain't gonna lie, i was coming for him"

She takes a step back.

"Look Mo I was freaking out. My grades have been shit my life has been a total bummer. We broke up up. I didn't know what to do. I felt like I was a nobody and Lucas pretty much said the same thing" I said.

"You aren't a nobody" she says shaking her head. She takes my hand as we sit on the couch.

"

I broke up with you because we didn't make sense anymore and like you said, there's no point lying, it's your death day" she caresses my hand and cries. "I read our love wrong but that doesn't mean I don't love you. You were there for me when I needed to act out and be angry and you made me happy when I was tired of hating everybody, nobodies can't make someone feel all of that" she hugs me the way we used to when she's tired after playing a long game of cards.

Taeyong enters the room and covers his eyes.

"Oh sorry!"

"Nah it's fine" we pull away.

"We should do the funeral" he says. "But take your time. It's your day. I mean- it's not your day. It's like your birthday but the opposite" he explains. "I'm gonna get everyone here.

"I don't wanna have you all to myself" she says. She doesn't let go not until everyone is here.

I needed that hug. I'm looking forward to the Pluto's for one last final Pluto Solar system hug after the funeral.

I stay seated at the couch. I'm battling my lungs for my next breath, hard-core. Doyoung sits to my left and Momo to my right and Taeyong at my feet. Lucas keeps his distance, playing around on Momo's phone. I hate that he's on her phone but I broke his so I gotta stay shut.

This is my first decker funeral, since my file didn't care about throwing one for themselves because we all had each other and didn't need anyone else, not coworkers or old friends. Maybe if I'd gone to others I'd be ready for the way Kyehyo speaks to me directly and not the other attendees. It makes me feel vulnerable and seen, and it gets me teary eyed, like when some one sings happy birthday to me- seriously it never fails.

Failed.

"... You never cried even though you had every reason to like you were trying to prove something. The others... " she doesn't break eyecontact. Respect.

"Theyball cried, but your eyes were so sad Yoongi. You didn't look at us for a couple of days. I was convinced if someone posed as me you wouldn't have known any better. Your hollowness was heavy until you found friends and more."

I turn and Momo won't keep her eyes off me- same sad look she gave me when she told me she was breaking up with me.

"I always felt good when we were all together" Joongki says.

"He's not talking about tonight I know that. Dying sucks, I bet, but getting locked up in prison while life keeps going on without you has gotta be worse

Joongki keeps staring but doesn't say anything. He waves Doyoung over. "We don't have all day your turn"

Doyoung steps into the center of the room his back to the kitchen
He clears his throat.

"You were our brother Yoongi, this is bullshit total bullshit". He hangs his head low as he picks on the cuticles on his left hand. "They should've taken me instead"

"Don't say that. Seriously don't"

"I'm serious. I know no ones living forever but you should live longer than others. You matter more than other people. That's life. I'm this big nobody that can't even do anything and your-"

"Dying!" I interrupt. I punch him mad hard on the arm. "I'm dying and we can't trade lives"

Taeyong stands up massaging his neck. "I'll miss you shutting us up like this. I was ready to see your damn mug until we're old" Tagoe rubs his eyes to wipe the tears away with the back of his hand.

"Your supposed to be a lifer"

No one says anything and they just cry harder. I wanna console them but I can't snap out of my own daze.

Momo stand up to the center and we all know it's about to be mad emotional.

"Is it lame to say I'm stuck in a nightmare? I always thought they were just being dramatic when they say that, like really that's how you feel when something tragic happens? I don't know how I wanted them to feel but I can say now that they hit the nail on the head. There's another cliche for you but whatever. I want to wake up. And if I can't wake up, I want to go to sleep forever where there's a chance where I dream everything beautiful about you, like how you looked at me for me and not because you wanted to gawk at this fuckery on my face"

Momo touches her heart choking on her words. "It hurts so much Yoongi to think that you won't be around me to call or hug and..." she stops and squints behind me

"Did someone call the cops?"

I jump out from my dear and see the red and blue flashes. I'm panicking. There's only one person who's not. I turn to Momo and her eyes follow mine to Lucas.

"You didn't" Momo says going towards him and taking his phone.

"He attacked me!" he shouts. "I don't care if he's on his way out!"

"He's not expired meant, he's a human being!" she yells back.

Holy shit I don't know know how he did it because he hasn't made any calls here but he got the cops on me on my death day

"Go out the back" Taeyong says

"You have to come with me, you guys were there"

"We'll slow them down" Doyoung says

There's a knock on the door.

Kyehyo points at the kitchen. "Go"

I grab my helmet waling backwards towards the kitchen.

I shake my head and run out the back. I sneak back at the front to see if there's a chance I can get my bike. Both officers are inside so I grab my bike hopping into the seat and paddling as fast as I can.

I don't know where I'm going but I keep going.

I loved through my funeral but I wish I was already dead.