Dancing With The Devil

flight risk.

Yoongi's POV

I look up from the magnifier on the rifle. The boys had all went silent behind me. The bullet had hit the metal gate a few inches from her head. She didn't flinch one bit and walked beyond the brick wall and out of sight.

"Oops looks like I missed," I said, shrugging my shoulders. Namjoon angrily walked back into the house, fully aware of my intention. The rest of the boys slowly started heading back into the house too. I took the rifle off of the railing and unloaded the remaining bullets. Jungkook stayed behind, watching off into the distance to where she walked away. He had dried tears on his face and sadness was written across his forehead.

"I told her I loved her" he finally said, "and now I lost her"

"She's free now. There's nothing more we can do" I said, opening the door to the balcony to head inside.

"Thanks, hyung," he said. I turned around and nodded, understanding what he was grateful for. I wouldn't have killed her even if Namjoon held a gun to my head.

Emrie's POV

I heard a shot from behind me. I was too numb to all the pain that it didn't even faze me. The shot had hit the bar of the metal gate. It was only one shot, but I knew now that Namjoon was willing to kill me. He didn't care about the Kim/Fey pact. He was turning into my father.

I waved down a taxi driving by. "Where to?" the driver asked, merely a grunt.

"Seoul National Cemetery," I ordered, shutting the door and sitting in the back seat. I'm free now. I'm alone, just like everything was 52 days ago. After a short drive, I got out of the taxi at the gate of the cemetery.

It's been years since I've visited the cemetery. I never had a reason to visit my mother because I simply didn't care about her. She was buried in the Fey family plot, along with my other ancestors. However, I wasn't here to visit her. I was here to visit someone I truly loved.

Freshly piled leaves laid every few yards and innumerable pops of color from spring flowers emerged from overviewing the whole premises. All this beauty over everything dead.

To enter the main part of the cemetery, I had to round a few turns, passing by other mourners with flowers in hand. I was in search of a specific grave, planted in the midst of all the other unvisited loved ones.

I approached a headstone at the end of a row of graves, lonesome, and cold. It was a beautiful dark grey stone smooth to the touch. The air was fresh and similar to the other unloved graves further away, here it is covered in old roots from the previous flowers that were now long gone.

Yoo Miyoung
Daughter, Friend, Mother
J-J-T-S-E
March 16, 1963 - April 8, 2020

Miyoung never had children of her own or any living family left. She raised the five of us, changed our diapers, and taught us to walk. She was buried with all of our initials on her headstone because we were her whole world. I crouched down to admire the stone, tracing my fingers along with the engraved letters. My heartfelt heavy and I swallowed hard, trying to hold in the pain. "I'm so sorry" I whispered to her, hoping she can hear me from heaven.

Tears started streaming nonstop from my eyes. I couldn't breathe and I felt my chest cave in. I wiped my tears with my sleeves and stood up, walking away from the grave to gather myself. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number. It answered on the first ring.

"Emrie?"

"Hyunjin. Meet me at our cafe in 20 minutes"

"Emrie is that really you?! Are you okay?!"