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40-𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚

One Year later

A year is a long time to live through, 12 months— as less as they sound they were Jimin's worst of months, people would be wondering how could mere months as this past year affect a boy who has seen hell back and forth millions of times, but if they were to take a peak inside the infernos the boy had to go through every day just by opening his eyes to the shining sun they'd be appalled and that too is less of a statement 

waking up with the burden of killing the one you loved dearly is not the sweetest death Jimin was dying every day, staring at the mirror and seeing the reflection of a killer staring back at him wasn't something a glorified soul like Jimin could bear, and not to mention the traumatizing shadows of his cruel past following him wherever he went, trauma and fear trailed behind hot on their heels as if they are the train of his veil he would be dressed up in while laying in the cold casket ready to reunite with his dead lover in another world

he still remembers the night of October, the night he made his lover sleep in the embrace of death, he still remembers the way he ran out of the house leaving the dead body of Taehyung laying on the cold ground letting it turn blue, he was running on the cold street of Venice until he saw his savior again walking out of blue and saving him from his nightmare, he never got to ask Yeonjun how he found him there, he never got the courage to ask 

at the time when he was admitting to his crime and blaming himself, the thought never crossed his head and now he doesn't want to bring the past back again, Yeonjun was the person that made his faith remain in the good in the world, who walked this hell of a journey with him while holding his hand whispering he shouldn't punish himself for the sin which was the righteous one to do at the time, telling him the truth Jimin couldn't see with his own eyes, he had to do it to save himself from the misery, he needed to fight back in his defense to flee from the thorned cage 

and even in the entire past year, he becomes the shield that protected him from any harm, protecting him from any accusation the world or Jimin himself throws at him, Jimin sometimes laughed at how Yeonjun had answers for every questioning thought that mocked the broken boy and tries to drag him in dark, but even the echoing laughter holds the pain of grief that Jimin can't seem to get himself out of 

he spends months locked in Yeonjun's apartment until the boy dragged him out of it and with his continued help Jimin got himself wondering on the street by himself again but the fear of someone following his every step, watching him making every move never leaves his head, even after the help of a psychiatrist Jimin was still hung to his past but that's the truth for only his  heart not for any ear to hear or any eye to watch, how slowly the boy is fading from the inside and its only his silhouette giving a show of pretend 

lying becomes the greatest hobby of Jimin, even the lie detector couldn't catch the lies he says, he doesn't want to but he had to lie, he doesn't want to let them down, and by them, he is referring to the group of boys Taehyung introduced him to and Yeonjun, in the past year he had grown closer to the boys who accepted him and supported him even after losing their friend they understand Jimin and the pain he went through by the same person they used to call their friend 

despite being aware of the fact that he killed their friend they never really put the blame on him, because even if Taehyung was their dearest friend they couldn't defend the heinous crimes their said friend has committed, they were very well aware of the pain Jimin went through and who it was done by, from losing his only family to being kidnapped and brutally tortured mentally, and the psychical pain was just a side dish to this rotting meal 

and that wasn't even half of the story of Taehyung's infernos, there was so much that was kept in the dark but they still knew how atrocious their friend's intention and acts have been and there was no way in they would blame this poor soul who had to bear the pain of all his malicious sins 

and now Jimin has become a part of their group and he couldn't be more grateful for his friends, even for some time they make him forget the stinging pain and shows the glory and bright side of the world, but when Jimin gets alone by himself the bloodied shadow of his lover follows him and tries to snatch the life he is choking on, and these nightmares and eternal pain are the prices he had to pay for the freedom he was living 

and sometimes when he is left by himself without any person or fear following him, when his mind stops working and lets his heart takes over, the pain of missing his lover and warmth of him makes him cry in lonesome tears, no matter how much he tries to shake it off remembering the cruel and iniquitous acts of Taehyung, he couldn't help but still feel the love breathing in his heart for the one he killed brutally with his own hands like his lover is tugging the string of love tying them together dragging him in his grave, inviting him to follow the lonely journey of death

the fidgeting pen in between his dancing fingers brought his wandering thoughts to a halt as it suddenly fell from between his knuckles, his eyes diverted from gazing at the window outside to the pen that fell from his fingers onto the wooden desk-- University, the only place Jimin went to these days, the only place he'd step out of Yeonjun's apartment for 

the tree planted in the ground of the front yard of the school was so lonely, away from any company even with so many people surrounding him it danced on its own rhythm withering by the time all by itself without anyone understanding the tragedy he was explaining by the art of its movement but there was only one person who understands it and the stories its movements yells and the whispers the dancing branches harmonize Jimin understands it all because he finds himself in it, lonely and a tragic tale

he spends every day like that staring at the lonesome tree when he doesn't pay attention to the teachers or the lecture they are giving, he teleports in the tale of the tree and matches the torn pieces of it with his ripped ones, at least he finds it better than faking smiles to the unknown faces he meets every day  

the teacher calls everyone's attention but Jimin has already devoted himself to the tall tale now the shouting of the world turned only whispers to his ear that barely make their way through his senses which were lost in a whole new world like a mind of a poet living in his poetic world he created with his mind and the untold feelings of his heart  

"our old student has joined us again, he will continue his arts degree with us some of you might don't know him so please introduce yourself to the class"

the teacher announces,  all the students gape and titter as the class filled with low confused whispers but it went all silent as the boy in a grey hoodie raised his head from the ground, everyone falls into the abyss of stunningness seeing the face of a hot topic of the school, the grip of his long fingers holding the step of his backpack tightened as he raises his voice announcing his arrival 

"I'm Kim Taehyung I'll only share English class with you but I hope you'll take care of me"

pierced through the ears that were only set on the rustling sound of the branches like a shot of venom gushing through the skin ripping it apart, breaking the flesh, and settling in the bones, Jimin shot his eyes in the direction of the voice not believing his own ears but his eyes become the witness of them giving the living proof of the boy standing in front of him, not so close but not so far either 

the same boy Jimin killed with his own hands the same boy who ripped him apart and his happiness throwing him off of the edge, the cause of all the traumas and misery he was still going through even after ending it all and escaping away from that hell, the pain he still feels on his skin and under it, the nightmares that couldn't let him sleep and kept him awake the entirety of every night, the deaths he dies every day of his life, he is the cause of it all

he is the same boy with those exact same pair of eyes like the cold midnights of winter that Jimin once lost himself into, the same scarlet tinted lips like the forbidden fruit that caused the angel to be thrown from the heavens, coated in the honey-sweet liquid his tongue was starving to taste, the high like hill nose and the mole set on them alluring the angel to attempt the sin and the same deep voice but sweet like the snake whispering to take a bite of him and leaves the heaven to enter the gate of hell 

'how is that possible?'

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A/N: 😇😇