the end // yoonkook

8 × dirt

Yoongi is looking up at pitch black skies dotted with shimmery white stars, pretty as a minimalistic piece of art. He looks ahead to find a boy, pretty as the sky. The boy is familiar, but once again he can't put a name to him. His narrow, cat-like eyes are lined with eyeliner and sparkled with glittery eyeshadow. His plump lips are glossy and red, with fake blood dried on one side.

It's clear what his costume suggests—he's dressed as a vampire. Yoongi studies his surroundings to understand that they're in a cemetery. His own costumes suggests he's dressed as a cat, which he frowns at, considering the real him is allergic to the furry creatures.

Beer bottles scatter the space around them, and Yoongi can hear ruckus from a distance not too far away. But in sight, it was just the two of them and the vast stretch of land consisting dead people underneath.

The boy smirks. "My story give you that good of a scare, huh? You should see the look on your face right now."

Yoongi looks down and squeezes his eyes shut. He wants this nightmare to end, and nothing more.

"Managed to score some more," a voice he'd recognize anytime declares.

Jungkook appears from who-knows-where, carrying an entire crate of beer, dressed as what appears to be a scarecrow. He sits in between the other two, and flashes them both a smile.

Jimin giggles and grabs a bottle immediately. "Knew you could do it, Kook."

"Go easy tonight, Jimin. We don't want another incident like last week." Jungkook grimaces at the boy named Jimin, who's chugging the alcoholic beverage like he hadn't drunk in ages.

Yoongi sets down a hand on the ground, but falls into a buried hole instead. The hole is rectangular-shaped, as if ready for an entire coffin to be placed inside. Yoongi's first instinct is to yell, "help!". It feels like the soil was whirlpool, and sucking Yoongi inside, all helpless and fearing for his life once more.

Jungkook peeks inside. "It's okay, Yoongs. Did you forget that was there?"

Yoongi inhales and exhales as best as he can to try calm his drumming heart and remove the black spots clouding his vision. His breathing still comes out uneven and heavy, forming concern on Jungkook's face. Jungkook looks somewhere else to spot Jimin shovelling dirt into the dug up hole Yoongi had fallen to.

"It's him this time," Yoongi cries. "I'm sorry I still don't remember. I promise I don't!" He knows there's something he's done wrong—all this death has to be for something. Karma seems like the most fitting explanation. "I don't remember, please."

"Jimin, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jungkook sounds exasperated, like a mother who's been telling her five year old to stop coloring his face with markers and less like someone telling his friend not to bury a person alive.

Yoongi is choked up, and he tries to get up, but his legs are jelly and gives out within a second.

Jimin is saying something to Jungkook, and their voices are completely blocked from Yoongi's ringing ears. But he sees—watches Jimin get up and walk someplace. He returns with two shovels, and hands one to Jungkook.

Jungkook looks down at Yoongi, who's trying too hard to stand up but keeps falling on slippery soil each time. Jungkook smirks at him and in unison, the two shovel in dirt to the hole. It sprinkles over Yoongi, getting in his eyes and his mouth. Eventually, he passes out.

When he awakes, all he sees is soil. Yoongi's heart is palpitating at an insane rate. Each time he inhales, soil travels up his nostrils and choke him up. This time, he absolutely cannot wait to die.