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Chapter 43: Moon Of His Life

"(Y-Y/N)..." Taehyung saw Yoongi's mouth move, which he distinguish quickly that Yoongi was saying her name.

Yoongi reaches for her, but she steps back, making Taehyung smile from her action. He could identify Yoongi's pained face. Releasing the sadness and sorrow that Yoongi had been holding inside of him for all this time... he cried but made no sound. He wanted to let out a heart wrenching wail that could be followed by a series of blatant tears, but none comes. Only silent and unwavering tears fell as Yoongi watched her stare at him with the same expression the people he was forced to torture: crunched with disgust, radiating an aura that spoke of resentment and hate.

"Please..." Yoongi begged, crying harder. "Please don't hate me."

Taehyung couldn't see her face... he only saw her back while Yoongi faced him, that's why he could see his lips move when he talked.

"What?" Yoongi said.

'W-what's going on? What are they talking about?' Taehyung panicked. A moment passed by until a hit of realization struck him that (Y/N) was talking to Yoongi, and Taehyung couldn't hear any of it.

"What are you saying, (Y/N)?" Yoongi questioned. "I-I don't understand."

Taehyung sat up from his chair, the sound of his heartbeat becoming intolerable as his breaths get deeper and deeper. But then... the sight of (Y/N) curling her fingers around the thick fabric of her jacket, lifting it up to draw her knife, Taehyung sat back in satisfaction, lips curling into a wide smile.

Yoongi, unaware of the weapon being drawn out of her pocket, wrapped his arms around her shoulders while Taehyung laughed maniacally inside of the car, eager for this scene to unfold. Then... what he'd been waiting for happened.

Yoongi sucked in a gasp of air.

The sharp end of (Y/N)'s knife met his flesh, soft and pudgy, met a satisfying squish as the top of her blade sank deep. Yoongi didn't scream, but his eyes were wide, really wide when he registered what her words meant. She twisted the blade in her hands, all while sinking it deeper, making Yoongi's eyes shut and lungs gasp for air. (Y/N) was whimpering, hands trembling as Yoongi's skin was tearing to shreds as the knife rotated, the sound of his muscles and nerves being gouged growing louder.

"I-I trust you..." he whispered to her, hands softly brushing her cheeks as she bit her lips, silently crying. "I love you so much (Y/N)."

Crying.

She was finally crying, but not for Chungha— the girl that (Y/N) should've wept over— but for Yoongi.

Without a warning, (Y/N) jerked it all the way into him, until the shiny metal had disappeared inside of him and the black handle was pushing against his broken skin. Yoongi stepped backwards, his bloodshot eyes never leaving her's and showed his famous gummy smile while his blood stained his clothes, her hand, and her weapon.

When the sun rise in the west and sets in the east, and when the the seas goes dry and the mountains blow in the winds like leaves, that is when Yoongi will stop loving (Y/N). All he'd felt before was sadness flowing through his veins, deadening his mind and poisoning his spirit. It killed off his other emotions until it (sadness) was the only one that remained. The world was lost to him; he knew of nothing that would bring him happiness again like his mother until (Y/N) came.