Remember

Graveyard

Hoseok and Yoongi now stood under the glowing moonlight, the humid air warming up their cold skin. "What if Jimin wakes up?" Yoongi asked as they walked towards god knows where. "Should I text him?"

"Let him be," Hoseok looked up at the sky, his adam's apple bobbing. He looked nervous. They stopped in front of the crowd of graves covered with a steal fence in front of it. Hoseok undid the lock, opening the door wide to let Yoongi and himself step in.

"Why are we here exactly?" Yoongi looked around, slightly nervous due to everything he's heard today. He trusted Hoseok, but it was merely impossible to know what could happen. He kept his hand inside his pocket, holding the pocket knife he'd always keep handy.

"You know..." Hoseok paused for a second. "I once dreamed about being in here. Back when I was young, I'd come by and think that wow, these people must be at so much peace. No more worries, pain, or anything. They're lonely, yes, but I'd rather be lonely than repeatedly hurt." Yoongi glanced at the sorrowful look on Hoseok's face, the sullen mood well fitting of their current atmosphere.

"And now?" Yoongi queried. "Do you still think like that now?" Hoseok took his time to think about it, strolling around the graves.

"Now?" He repeated. "Sometimes. I have my days, you know? But I'm happy now." Yoongi's body shivered, goosebumps running down his spine while the hairs on his arms stood up.

"Did you bring me here just to tell me that?" Yoongi continued to bombard him with questions. Hoseok gave him a gorgeous smile.

"Follow me," and he walked off. Yoongi watched Hoseok's figure slowly disappear into the darkness, his fear stopping him from wanting to follow. "Are you coming?" Hoseok then yelled through the silence of the Graveyard. "It's not as scary as it looks!" Yoongi grinned, running to catch up with him.

Walking a pretty far distance, Hoseok stopped in front of 3 headstones that were isolated from the rest near the back. "I didn't have a lot of money," Hoseok looked down at the flowers he'd placed from his last visit. "So I just carved their names into rocks and left it there. Once I got money, I bought one for her only, though." Hoseok plucked a beautiful yellow flower from the ground and set it onto the grave a few meters away from the other two.

"Your family..." Yoongi whispered as he read the names. "So I'm guessing that's your sister?"

"Yeah. Didn't want to place her right next to them, so I did it in sunlight so she always feels warm during the day. Kept my parents in the shade, dissolved by darkness like they were alive," Hoseok explained. The yellow flower flew away from his sisters grave in the wind and landed somewhere distant in the grass.

It looked familiar.

Yoongi's train of thought was interrupted when Hoseok got up and unzipped his pants. Yoongi's eyes widened when he walked over to his parents grave and pissed beside the tree that hovered over them, not quite hitting the gravestones, but close enough to tease. "You can't tell me they didn't deserve that," Hoseok zipped up his pants. Yoongi laughed.

"If I hated my parents like you do, I'd do the same thing," he answered. "Well done." It took a second for Yoongi to recognize the flower, drawing his attention back to it. "The yellow flower you wore on your vest at work," Yoongi mumbled. Hoseok hummed in reply. "It's the same one from here, right?"

"Every time I come by, there's always a new one growing beside her grave," Hoseok sat down in front of it. "For me, it's like a sign from her that she's still here somehow with me. So I'll pluck it and wear it until my next visit." Yoongi nodded in understanding.

"I always wondered why you'd never change it even after it was dead," Yoongi chuckled.

"Not until I came back," Hoseok laughed gloomily. "Even if it was dead and shriveled up." Yoongi sighed, breathing in the fresh air. "Yoongi?" Hoseok called out to him.

"Hm?"

"What about your parents?" Yoongi was caught off guard by the question.

"My parents?" Yoongi sucked in, thinking about it. "They were okay. Didn't support my dreams so we had a rough relationship. My dad went bankrupt which is what caused a lot of commotion, and eventually all the arguing led to his death and then depression and cancer led my mom to hers." Hoseok raised an eyebrow hearing this.

"Cancer?" He questioned. "What kind?"

"Lung," Yoongi answered nonchalantly. "Had it for like 1 year before she had enough."

"You never told me that," Hoseok frowned. "I'm sorry." Yoongi shrugged.

"She would've died either way." Both stared up at the night's star filled galaxy above them, the gusty winds tangling up their hair and reddening their cheeks and the tips of their noses. This specific moment, Yoongi felt a certain connection. A wave flew between the two of them of utter love and sympathy for each other. He felt a spark.

They were so similar yet so different. Their differences in their nature yet similarities in their past brought out the best in their relationship and made their bond that much stronger. Although entangled in many messes and hardships in their past, they worked their ways past it, only for God to give them each other. Meet when they needed each other most and give themselves the happiness they long well deserved. At this moment, while they looked up at the stars, 4 of the stars looking down at the peaceful boys, Yoongi felt the love Hoseok had described earlier in himself.

But Hoseok didn't feel it back.

And Hoseok felt it back.

Yoongi wasn't exactly sure what was running through Hoseok's head at the time, wandering off and circling around the dark graveyard. He wasn't sure if Hoseok even remembered where he was, but he looked at peace and genuinely happy. Yoongi gave a light smile, seeing the younger boy dance amongst the grave stones, delicately running his slim fingers over a few to balance himself and start over. He hummed as he danced along, and when he was finally back in front of his sisters grave, he bent down and blew her a kiss, tapping her picture as if she were sitting right there.

Hoseok admired the stunning picture of his sister while from afar, Yoongi admired him. It took everything in him not to run over and kiss him, confirm their love after today, but Yoongi knew what boundaries were. Hoseok needed this moment of happiness. He sat there, memorizing the features of his older sister's photo smiling back at him, the gleam in her eyes undeniable. He was always told they looked similar, but he could never reach the happiness she had in her smile and eyes in that very picture. "Let's go back?" Hoseok suddenly asked, not getting up nor looking away from her photograph.

"Take your time," Yoongi smiled at him. "I'm in no rush." Hoseok then got up and moved over, squatting in front of his parents graves.

"I'm so sorry you lived the life you did," Hoseok caressed the block of stone with their names engraved into it. "I'm so sorry you were horrible parents and didn't get to achieve real success, happiness, or anything good. Instead you resorted to other things, and I'm sorry that you did." He wasn't apologizing, he was mocking them— their life choices; their decisions as parents and as a married couple. He didn't feel sad for them as people, he felt sad for the waste of life they were. "You chose this path for yourself," Hoseok chuckled darkly. "Sucks." He got up, dusting off his pants and turned to Yoongi. "Let's go now."

The walk home was silent, but it was fine with the two of them. Yoongi kept close to Hoseok, letting his warmth rub off on him. The black sky held a mirage of beautiful little glowing lights in it, somewhat brighter than usual. The gleam in their eyes as they looked up, stopping in their tracks to stare up at the endearing painting above them, conveyed their content on the beautiful night.

And Yoongi nor Hoseok wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Ahhh! This book will be ending soon lol, BOO! 🍅 BUT I hope you're liking it sooo far <3 xoxo