melancholia → jin-centric

[S] carnations and a pink coffin

“He's still fine, right? Jin-hyung just has to hold on only, right? Namjoon-hyung?” Jungkook's frail voice was so fragile, so brittle. It was obvious that the maknae's heart was broken only at the thought of his hyung on life support. It hurt their souls more.

“He's strong. He won't leave us.” the leader ended his response with a dry chuckle, as if it would lift the singer's mood a bit.

I will still be there, appreciating and loving each and every one of you. Even if I'm not there physically.

“Yeah. H-He's—” there came another cry. Taehyung couldn't handle the sight of their Jin-hyung laying on a hospital bed, with machines and wires around him. There was a tube attached to his mouth, and his eyes were shut dead. They couldn't handle it either.

...

“Namjoon, I swear I still have to do the—”

“H-Hyung,” the leader whispered, voice weak and fragile. Yoongi felt a tremble to his words and he gripped the steering wheel tighter. It's shaking him, drilling ideas that made the walls he built give up. He heard the rush from the other line, the shouts and panicked cries that made his skin crawl in anxiousness. “There's no more chance.”

“What the fuck do you mean, Kim Namjoon?! Tell me, what is it?!” He was yelling now, eyes flared as he did a U-Turn, speeding off to the hospital.

“Jin-hyung h-has no more chance!”

Tears clouded his vision, ears can't hear.

His breathing became ragged as he tried to focus.

Take a deep breath. Exhale. Calm down. Hoseok's words repeated in his mind, remembering what the result was when he didn't.

Please be okay, hyung. Please be okay.

...

No one said a word. Jungkook choked on his sobs as he buried his face in the crook of Hoseok's neck. Taehyung denied to glance at him. Jimin's sobs were getting louder, fisting his sweater as he continued to scan his hyung's lifeless body. Namjoon was starting to tremble. Yoongi just wanted to wail in the bathroom, for his tears remain hidden. But that's their hyung, a blanket draped across his body.

He looked so peaceful.

It was the truth that they wouldn't admit. His eyebrows weren't furrowed. His lips were pale. It was terrifying.

…

Arranging his things was difficult. There were tears over his clothes as Jungkook hugged his hoodie, inhaling the vanilla scent he’s used to. He just wants to feel his hyung’s arms around him one last time, was that selfish of him? Jungkook doesn’t care. Neither did the others.

Hoseok was folding his shirts, unable to stop the silent tears from flowing. The rappers watched quietly as they heard sobs from the maknae line. Jimin was putting his figurines in a box, hiding a small plush toy. Taehyung noticed it but he didn’t say a word. They were all mourning.

A slip of a paper managed to enter Namjoon’s vision. His brows furrowed as he walked to the closet.

His fingers gripped the crumpled paper, seeing his name on it.

“Hyung? What’s that?” The leader looked back, tears brimming his eyes.

Yet he didn’t wipe the lone tear that fell and he replied, “It’s a letter from Jin-hyung.”

…

“Jin-hyung… he already knew.” Namjoon held a shaky breath. “H-He was already prepared for it.”