To The Void [kth X reader]

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The seven bodies moved around, doing their own work, trying to get a grip on the situation at hand. The ever present emptiness and the constant drop in the stomach took the place which Jimin used to occupy. 

Yes, they felt ripped away from their own selves. And yes, they felt it was all their fault. 

The guilt of being the reason someone suffering because of you is unbearable. And the guilt of being the reason for someone's death is suffocating to the point that you don't have the capacity to just live on anymore. But ending your life when they relinquished theirs for you, surges the sentiments of shame, remorse and most prominently, a sense of obligation and indebtedness towards them. 

What could you possibly do to pay them back except cherish the second chance at life? What can you possibly do......when they aren't here anymore.......but you wish they were? 

The hope that they would win this game started to die down everyday.
Why wouldn't it?
What did they have to go back to?
A happy life? That they won't be getting anymore.
Someone to return to when they lost the most important thing here? No.

'We still have each other.' Namjoon would remind them.

'Jimin would want us to stay strong.' Jin would add.

They were living in sand castle of desolation which relentlessly faced the crashing waves of guilt. Jin and Namjoon were giving all their efforts to keep the castle standing. They didn't want them to be buried under their own despair.

The others also started to realise that no matter how hard they are trying, putting on a brave face and consoling the others when they had their own feelings eating them up from inside, they were hurt too. They didn't want to seem weak while listening to the others cry on their shoulders. They didn't want to break down when the others told them how much they missed him. So they controlled, for the sake of keeping the group strong, they controlled.

But when the night fell and they were alone in the darkness, they let their guard down and let the tears flow. They cried their emotions silently into the night, and when the sun shone again, the mask was put back on.

Yoongi had isolated himself from the others. He used to sit in the balcony all by himself, staring into the eternity of the sky, thoughts clear, head empty, only the face of his dear maknae smiling in his memories. He had seen so much potential in the young boy. Oh how he knew Jimin would touch the limits no one has even aimed for. How much he wanted him to stay by his side, at every endeavor, every step of his unfolding life. But could he?

Hoseok had seen the light from their eyes disappear. The person who never failed to be a sunshine, was now plunged into a darkness. It was killing him from inside how the things had turned out to be. Jimin was always there for anyone who needed him. Always ready to be a happy virus. And when he needed them, they couldn't do anything. 

Never has Taehyung felt this sick before. Never had a loss of his dear ones affect him as deeply as this one. It felt there is always a pull inside him that wants him to shut down. Just stop to exist. The only thing stopping him was the rest of his team, his family. He wouldn't be able to die knowing how much pain he would be causing. Instead, he chose to live, with everyday his own feelings killing him from inside.

The one who had it the hardest was Jungkook. And the one making others feel more worried was Jungkook himself. He refused to talk minus throwing a few one word answers or merely a shake of his head. Only when Taehyung and Y/n would tuck him at night, cuddling him to sleep, he would smile to them and murmur a 'I love you' and would let them take care of him. The rest of the time, he would go out to walk. Everything reminded him of Jimin. The members,= the house, their room, the beautiful scenery, everything.