Remember

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-Yoongi-

Rain pours down.

It's cold.

It's wet.

No umbrella.

Don't need one.

Suit is wet.

I don't care.

Can't feel it.

Can't feel anything.

Just....nothing.

This is all wrong.

The funeral carries on slowly. I stand there, motionless, as others around me weep.

Hoseok cries freely, his hand over his mouth as he tries to muffle his sobs.

Namjoon stands next to him, his face full of sorrow as he keeps his hand on Mrs. Kim's shoulder as she clings to her husband, sobbing.

Jimin keeps his face hidden in Taehyung's shoulder, his body shaking violently as he cries silently, wetting the front of Taehyung's black suit even more. Taehyung himself has tears stream down his face, patting Jimin's back in attempt to comfort his friend when he too is hurting inside.

Jungkook stands next to me, gripping the unopened umbrella in his hands so hard his knuckles are white. He watches motionlessly as they lower the coffin into the ground, and I watch, unfeeling, as a single tear slips down his cheek. I don't move to comfort him as a sob slips past his lips, or when a second later he falls to his knees, his hands ripping at his hair.

I look away from them all, down at the ground, avoiding reality. I don't move as they bury the coffin, don't move as everyone starts to leave, not even when Namjoon grabs my shoulder and tries to pull me away. "Yoongi..." I shake my head slightly and he sighs, his hand sliding off my shoulder. I don't move until his footsteps fade off into the falling of the rain, and only then do I lift my head, my eyes locking on the tombstone I've been avoiding this entire time.

I read silently.

Kim Seokjin
December 4, 1992 - December 11, 2015
May his soul rest in peace

No.

It's not true.

I don't believe it.

I won't.

I squeeze my eyes shut, attempting to shut out reality. He's not dead. Hyung's not dead.

Jin hyung is not dead.

"Yoongi?"

I look up to see Jin standing in front of me, an umbrella in his hand. "What are you doing in the rain? You'll catch a cold!" I smile, shaking my head. "Nothing. Just thinking." Jin frowns, grabbing my arm and pulling me under the umbrella, putting it in my hands. "Take this, I don't want you sick." I nod, looking up at him and smiling. "Okay. Thank you hyung." He nods, smiling at me. "See you tommorow?" I nod. "Yup. Bye." "Goodbye." He smiles at me for turning around and disappearing into the rain.

I smile.

See. Told you.

******

-Weeks Later-

-Jungkook-

I walk down the street, my eyes on the ground as I go. Yoongi hyung hasn't answered any of my texts or calls. All I've gotten was voice mail. What is wrong with him? The others are all busy, already moved on, so they couldn't come. It's like they've forgotten about my green-haired hyung. But I haven't. I need to know if he's okay.