little jimin » yoonmin [novella]

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7th of November, 2004

The small music box is playing the same melody over and over again, everyday repeating the beautiful tune. Even on this night, the tune played with the difference that its owner didn't sing with his beautiful voice, to the song. Only the rain was pattering against the windows of the old building.
A scream filled up the empty house but it sounded like a quiet whine. No one heard it. No one heard him. He was alone, lying there with blood in his hair. The rain and thunders were louder than his weak whines, so he ended up alone, dying slowly without any one noticing his silent cries for help. Dying slowly, the tune stopped together with his heartbeat.
The Little Jimin died and so did his tune.

Yoongi woke up, realizing that he dreamt about him again, like he did every night.
His flawless skin had looked so pale, as he was lying on the floor and blood was stucked in his soft hair, Yoongi always had used to play with.

Yoongi sighs, trying to get the thoughts and images of his dead friend out of his head. Almost 9 years had passed since that night and Yoongi still couldn't get over the death of his little friend, who was 9 years old back then.

Another sighs left his lips, as he stood up from his bed to get ready for work. Without eating, he left his apartment and headed to the place where he works, feeling tired like usually. Even if he sleeps too much, he is always tired.

After he was finish with work, he went back home, where he ate a little bit before going to sleep, even if it was just 7pm. Being afraid of the darkness, forced him to go to bed early so it won't be dark when he tried to fall asleep. But somehow this afternoon, he couldn't fall asleep, thinking of his little friend and the dream he dreamed about every night.
His eyes noticed the small beautiful music box, which he put inside a glass regal, for it to be safe. Without thinking twice, Yoongi stood up and went to the small regal, before he opened it to grab the music box.
Going back to his bed, he sat down and looked at the small box in his hand, like it was the most precious thing in the world. Unfortunately it didn't work. Since then the music box had never played again, the tune had died just like Jimin did. It just stopped working.

Yoongi fell into his bed his eyes closed and the music box in his hand, as a memory filled up his mind.

"Yoongi Hyung! Hyung!" His sweet voice screams, as he runs towards his neighbors house, before reaching the front door. "Hyung!"
Yoongi opens the door, looking down at his little friend, which smiles brightly. "What happened my little Jimin?" He chuckles. Jimin is never so hyper, he is a quiet, lovely and smart boy, who is always friendly and really mature for his age. Even if he is only 8 years old, he knows many things since his mother died and he moved to his grandfather.
"Look Hyung!" The younger holds a small music box, showing it to his Hyung, while his eyes sparkle. "A music box?"
Jimin nods, a big smile appearing on his flawless face. "Do you wanna show it to me?" Yoongi asks, patting the younger's head, as Jimin nods and the both enter Yoongi's house. They sit down on the couch in the living room, Jimin on Yoongi's lap, as the older's parents aren't at home.

Jimin turns the music box, excitingly waiting for the beautiful tune to start playing. As soon as the tune started, Jimin hums along with the melody.

(A/N: starts at 1:50!)

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" The little boy asks, looking up to his Hyung, who was back hugging him. "Yes it's wonderful." He responds smiling at the younger. "So you like it?"
"Yes I like it very much. Will you play it for Hyung again?"

Yoongi woke up, his heart racing and his eyes widen, while darkness surrounded him. A loud sigh left his mouth as he closed his eyes to fall asleep again but of course he couldn't. Not just because of the darkness, it was also raining outside and theloud thunders, caused Yoongi to jump a little bit out of shock.
Suddenly he heard a fimilar melody, making him freeze in his movements. His heart stopped beating for a short moment as he held his breath. The broken music box started playing again and he couldn't believe it.
Yoongi stood up from his bed, switching the lights on, to kill the darkness and to find the music box. It wasn't on the bed where he put it before he fell asleep, it was gone and Yoongi was searching for it.
As a loud thunder appeared, Yoongi winced before he suddenly heard a knocking on the door. He looked at his watch. It was 3am. Who would knock at this time?

Slowly leaving his room, he walked towards the door not even switching the lights on, even if he was scared of the darkness. But the person, who's knocking on his door, was scaring him more at the moment. He could only hear his heartbeat and the loud thunders and the rain, as he tried to be as quiet as possible.

The knocking stopped the same moment Yoongi reached the door. With his heart racing in his chest, Yoongi slowly opened the door. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the person in front of him.

"Hello Yoongi Hyung! It's me, your little Jimin~"

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The first chapter~ i hope u liked it and everything that's written like that are memories or thoughts

true facts:
- she died in the night
- her mother died too and she also moved to her grandfather afterwards
- she had a music box