Run Book II| Yoongi| BTS F.F

Staring down at the two pills infront of me, I was tied up to the chair. Red? Or blue? Whichever I chose would determine how I lived for the rest of my life. Or afterlife I guess? Whatever. Either way my love for her was turning me into a victim. A victim of my own actions.

"Which one?" You ask, sitting infront of me. There was poison in my glass. You let me know about that. I wasn't going to be able to escape you either way. Even if I did physically I would come crawling back to you mentally.

"If you could possibly tell me what would happen to me afterward it would be easier." I reply, staring into your dark eyes.

"Death." You say sharply.

"Oh that made it so much clearer darling," I sarcastically remarked.

"Do it or I'll choose for you."

"Red." I sighed, red, I didn't know why, I think I just had too. Red. You looked down at the pill then back at me.

"I guess you were really that sleep deprived." You state. "See you when you wake up." You forced the pill into me. The water ran through my throat as I rembered what brought me here. The funeral. His last words. "Jin, I did this for you."