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43- 𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲

"Taehyung" jimin's body twisted with uneasiness, arms tossing on the sheets trying to grab or take hold of someone slipping away from him, with only one name coming out from his dry lips Taehyung like a painful whimper or a cry of pain, tears kept streaming from the corner of his eyes which the boy watching him with aching heart wipes off, feeling the salty liquid burn against his skin just like the name Jimin was calling burns his ears

"jiminie wake up"

softly Yeonjun mumbles planting a kiss on his cold knuckles, trying to wake the other from his dreamland which wasn't the safe place for him either, with another shake of his body Jimin shot opened his eyes like a blazing bullet screaming out the name of his past lover "Taehyung!" Yeonjun bites harder on his lower lip preventing himself from flowing out the emotions that eat him from inside like parasites feeding on his heart 

Jimin looked around in search of the specific someone his heart was longing for but as soon as reality settles down in his head the pain rises high making him break into fists of sobs that make his body shudder as an earthquake hit him, he was so close to his love but couldn't even touch it because he knew just like a butterfly it will fly away and will bring back the monsters he was running from, the sadness was making him break again into the mourning pain he was pushing away 

and a warm hand on his cold shoulder dodged him from falling off the cliff "Jimin" Yeonjun whispered pulling the other into his embrace, giving him shelter in a hurricane his lover bring back again, Jimin clenched onto his cardigan feeling himself melting in the warmth of his friend's arms while he let himself cry out the pain that hurts more when cupped inside

Yeonjun let Jimin cry for his lover against his chest while he swallowed his tears, both were in love but in two different types, Yeonjun was in love with someone he can never have and Jimin was in love with someone he can never accept, still, one thing was similar for sure both were painful and agonizing

"he-he-" Jimin looked up when he stops crying and realise the whole scenario he witnessed before passing out "is alive" Yeonjun added completing the brunette's sentence making him widen his eyes in surprise, "no" he shook his head in disagreement "i-i killed him..I killed him with my own hands how can he?" he blabbered out shaking his head rapidly Yeonjun cupped his face stopping him from doing so "you didn't kill him..." Yeonjun said gulping hard before adding 

"you couldn't kill Taehyung, he is alive and back"

Jimin exhales heavily staring into his eyes trying to find any trace of lies but his searching was of no avail as his eyes were filled with honesty and truth that rolled off of his tongue piercing his heart like the sharp tip of a dagger his lover hides in his sleeves, "b-but he wasn't breathing" he looks around his mind trying to comprehend the whole situation but no matter how hard he thinks his questions comes back slapping across his face with empty hands

"I dont know Jimin, he would be faking his death after all he is Kim Taehyung, a devil himself and the devil doesn't die," Yeonjun says speaking bitterness of his heart from the news of his rival's return, a sliver of venom and ferocity slipping his tongue along with each word coated like a poisoned dagger "maybe that's why they didn't held his funeral or announce his death publically" he sighs trying to bite back the anger that was ascending rapidly 

"But..." the shorted mumbled sighing out as he hid his face in the latter's chest making the other sigh as well and nuzzle his nose in his hair, the two males hiding away from the reality that was haunting them in each other's embrace, Jimin wanted to question and argue further but he knew better,  he knew what Yeonjun was saying was the truth and that Taehyung had returned 

he doesn't know how but he has and that was a fact he had to accept, but the chaos the latter will bring into his life is what was making his stomach crumble and roll making the unsettling feeling rose inside of his body, fear was still tattoed on his skin, fresh and dark, peace was something that was long gone from his life that he even forget how it feels to have one