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part¹⁰

Yoongi had lost everything. He had lost his best friend, his love, his soulmate. The pain was like a thousand knives stabbing at his heart, each one twisting deeper with every beat. The weight of his grief was suffocating, crushing his spirit and leaving him gasping for air.

As he stumbled out of the cold, sterile post-mortem room, Yoongi's mind was still clouded with the saddest. The image of Namjoon's lifeless body lying on that cold metal bed haunted him, the memory etched into his very soul. He could still feel the chill of the room, the sterile smell that lingered in the air, as if death itself had permeated every corner.

He didn't even know who had pulled him out from that room, as he was still not in his right mind. All he knew was that he found himself in the waiting room, surrounded by Namjoon's grieving mother and others. Their tears and sobs echoed in his ears, a symphony of sorrow that only intensified his own pain.

Perhaps it was Jungkook who had rescued him, but at that moment, Yoongi didn't care about anything or anyone except his beloved Namjoon. The world around him seemed to fade into a blur, the faces of those around him becoming mere shadows in his peripheral vision. All that mattered was the void left by Namjoon's absence, a void that threatened to swallow him whole.

The reality of what had happened was still sinking in. Yoongi couldn't believe that someone could commit such a cruel act against Namjoon. How could anyone take the life of an innocent soul for their own pleasure? How could anyone rape an innocent soul for their own lust? The thought was agonizing, a searing pain that tore at his very core.

Yoongi imagined his baby, his Namjoon, calling out for him when that monster had kidnapped him. He pictured his Namjoon begging for mercy, crying out in confusion and fear. The image was like a knife to his heart, each cry piercing his soul and leaving him feeling helpless and guilty.

Why hadn't Yoongi done anything to protect him? The guilt consumed him, gnawing at his insides like a relentless beast. He blamed himself for not being there, for not being able to save the one person who meant everything to him. The weight of his failure was unbearable, threatening to crush him under its immense pressure.

In his state of despair, Yoongi rose from his seat and quietly left the hospital without anyone's notice. He felt like a ghost, a mere shell of his former self, as he made his way to the car garage. Mechanically, he opened his car door and started the engine, the sound of the roaring motor drowning out the chaos in his mind.

He drove aimlessly, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Tears streamed down his face, blurring his vision as he navigated through the city streets. The world outside seemed to mirror his inner turmoil, the rain pouring down in torrents, as if the heavens themselves were weeping for his loss.

How could his love, his Namjoon, be taken away from him so suddenly? What sin had Yoongi committed to deserve such a cruel punishment? The questions swirled in his mind, tormenting him with their unanswered weight. He needed answers, and he knew exactly where he would find them - the only place that offered solace and guidance in times of despair: the church.

With a heavy heart, Yoongi parked his car outside the towering structure, its grandeur a stark contrast to the darkness that consumed his soul. As Yoongi entered the sacred space, the heavy scent of incense filled his nostrils, mingling with his tears. The dimly lit candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls, a haunting reminder of the fleeting nature of life. He sank to his knees, the weight of his sorrow pressing down on him like an anchor, threatening to drown him in a sea of despair. The pain was palpable, seeping into every fiber of his being, consuming him from the inside out.

With trembling hands, he clutched onto the worn wooden pew, seeking solace in its familiarity. The rough texture of the aged wood dug into his skin, mirroring the rawness of his shattered heart. The silence enveloped him, a suffocating blanket that amplified his anguish, leaving him gasping for breath.

His heart was heavy with grief, a burden too immense for one soul to bear. In the depths of his despair, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger towards God, questioning the fairness of it all. "Why did you take away my most precious thing from me?" he cried out, his voice echoing through the empty pews, reverberating with the weight of his shattered dreams. Tears streamed down his face, leaving salty trails of pain etched upon his cheeks, his anguish evident in every sob that escaped his quivering lips.

"I was late to confess my love to him, but does that mean you can just snatch him away from me?" Yoongi's voice cracked with pain as he confronted the divine presence. The ache in his chest intensified, a relentless reminder of the missed opportunities, the words left unspoken. He longed to ask God why he had allowed this tragedy to befall him, why he had been denied the chance to express his feelings to his beloved, to hold him one last time.

"But that day... that day was supposed to be the day," Yoongi's voice trembled as he spoke, his words laced with regret and longing. "My baby... I wanted to tell him how much my heart beat for him, how deeply I loved him, and how I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. But now, that day was the last day I would ever see him." The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the irrevocable loss that had befallen him.

In the sacred space, Yoongi's sorrow echoed, his heartache reverberating through the hallowed halls. The flickering candles bore witness to his anguish, casting flickering shadows that danced in harmony with his shattered spirit. And as he knelt there, broken and consumed by grief, the silence remained, a cruel companion that offered no solace, only amplifying the depths of his despair.

The weight of his loss bore down on Yoongi like an unbearable burden, crushing his spirit and leaving him gasping for air. His tears flowed ceaselessly, each droplet a testament to the profound grief that consumed him. His once bright eyes were now red and swollen, the pain etched deeply into his face, mingling with the evidence of his sorrow.

"I didn't even get the chance to confess my love," he whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the heavy silence that enveloped him. The words hung in the air, a haunting reminder of the missed opportunity, the unspoken words that now echoed endlessly in his mind. "I never got to tell him how much he meant to me."

A surge of desperation coursed through Yoongi's veins, a relentless ache that gnawed at his very core. He couldn't help but replay the moments leading up to the tragedy, torturing himself with the endless possibilities of what could have been. "If only I had known it was our last day together," he muttered, his voice filled with anguish and regret. "I would have done anything to keep him safe. I would have kidnapped him, hidden him away from the world, just to have him by my side."

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of Yoongi's lips, a cruel twist of fate that failed to conceal the searing pain in his heart. His gaze fell upon a small knife lying before him, its glinting blade a reflection of his shattered soul. With trembling hands, he reached for it, his fingers tracing the sharp edge, a macabre dance between life and death.

"I can't live without him," he whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of despair and determination. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, a declaration of his unbearable agony. "I truly can't."

With a final glance towards the statue of Jesus, a symbol of hope and salvation, Yoongi found himself torn between the abyss of his sorrow and the promise of reunion. His heart ached for the one he had lost, the one who had taken a piece of him with their departure. And in that moment, he made a decision fueled by an overwhelming longing.

Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, Yoongi looked up towards the heavens, his voice cracking with raw emotion as he called out to his lost love. "Yeobo, I'm coming for you," he cried out, his voice filled with a desperate longing that echoed through the empty room. "I'm coming, baby."

And with that, Yoongi took a deep breath, his trembling hand gripping the knife tightly. In that moment, he surrendered to the darkness, seeking solace in the embrace of eternity, forever bound to the love that had slipped through his fingers.

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