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remember the words you told me;
“love me ‘til the day i die”
“Yoonie”
“Yes, Jiminie.”
“Why do you still love me?” the words slip past his lips in a very quiet whisper. “I’m just a dying, old, wrinkly guy now.” Jimin weakly says while playing with his husband’s hand with his own delicate one as he rested ill on the bed that he was in the moment since their kids left them here, in the retirement home.
“Because…” Yoongi’s words are a soft murmur that shows itself with closer and sincerity. “I don’t care about looks, Petal. Your personality and soul are the one still so young and beautiful to me. You’re still lovely as ever...besides, remember the words you told me, ‘love me ‘til the day i die.’?” The words trigger memories but the younger elder gives him a quick and small nod.
“Well since then I promised you too love you forever, and before then, I just planned the rest of my whole life to be with you and be by your side, even before i proposed to you.” He holds the other man’s hand up and his lips press softly to the pale back of his hand.
“q-quit t-that...your g-gonna make me c-cry.” Jimin says as he looks up at the older elder, and a small yet simple smile than it shows, so much emotion put into it and their stares at each other are wordless paragraphs of admire and love together for the other. Times like this, the silence had a voice, and it spoke to them. “I-I love you so much…..”
“I love you so, so much more baby.” He leans over, a lightning of pain erupting slightly in his back, creating his small groan before he places a kiss to the other’s head.”
“But I’m old, so I’m not a baby.” Jimin pouts and his cheeks seem so much squishier, which just sprinkled on to the beautifulness he somehow still held on to his hands till this day.
“Your still my baby.” Yoongi presses his lips to the male’s soft cheeks and tip of his blushy nose before placing a small, yet love drunken kiss that spoke for his heart and mind on the other’s lips. The younger elder tried to kiss back but failed.
Anything he tried to do was useless, he was so fucking weak these days. Being awake hurt and not just because he was old, but he was dying a little faster than regular people.
“Why did you kiss me?! Yoongi it’s contagious and it’s gonna end up killing you! It’s probably already spreading on you! I-I don’t want you dying too.”
Polio that’s what Jimin had. It was contagious and unfortunately others could catch it easily. You can get it from water/food or someone who is infected by it. It already paralyzed Jimin’s whole body. It was a wonder that he could still talk and move his hands. “I’m already dying, our kids can’t have you dying too.”
“Darling…” the name drips from the chapped and cracked lips. “Our kids are all grown-up and married they don’t need us anymore. Once your gone...I won’t see the point in living anymore. I know it sounds cliche and stupid but love is cliche and im so deeply inlove with you so yeah...loving you is a sacrifice i made and i’m gonna be with you until the end and even after that.”
A couple of tears stream down the dying elder and he squeezes the other’s hand in his very lightly small hand. “I’m sorry i-i can’t show you how much i deeply l-love you, like you d-do to m-me.”
“Don’t be darling. I know how much you love me. Those three words see good enough to me.”
“Yoongi.”
“yeah?”
“let’s do it.”
“do what? angel?”
“the pills let’s do it.” Jimin said softly.
No, it’s not overdosing. Instead these pills take you back to your youth days and you could only take on and it chops off about 15 years of your life. You only have 12 hours to enjoy your youth days and you come back. And both knew that if they do the pills that once they came back Jimin would be gone forever. But it was worth it knowing that both will be spending their last hours together being happy, painless, relief, and just reliving life until it ends.
his shaky fingers fumbled around in his pocket before they're able to grab the two turquoise pills, Yoongi’s other hand holding tightly onto his husband's until he pulled them out , laying in the palm of his hand.
" i love you. thank you for these last 70 years. "
" i love you too. thank you. "
as the last words left Jimin’s lips, both of them took the pills, and soon enough, they were brought back to their youngblood ; their good ol' days.
—
Their eyes flutter open and their good young ol’ days are back right in front of their eyes. Around them are rocks and trees, but the surroundings are so familiar. They were in Daegu and they knew this place like the back of their hands. The two males had grown up here, well Yoongi grew up here more than Jimin did. Jimin moved to Daegu right after his parents divorce when he was 15 and from there he met Yoongi and grew up together from there. How could they not know this place and how it all worked and what was where? Shit changed but yet, it was still the same place where all their memories were made.
Feelings start to fill in, and that’s when both of them realize that their fingers intertwined. Jimin sighed and smiles, a soft warm chuckle goes out of him.
“It’s great to feel alive again to be 17 again.” He murmurs softly as he turns his head to look at Yoongi who was also on the ground. Yoongi smiles back and agreed it felt amazing to be young and healthy to feel 19 again. It was great to see his husband happy again, to see him okay. It may all end in hurt but it was the journey until then that’s all that’ll matter.
The rock pushes into his back as he’s down, so he lifted himself up to his feet and reaches a hand down to help his husband up. “You’re such a gentleman.” He slips his hand into the older’s before he’s also risen up to his feet. A moment just had to be taken, those eyes of theirs burning up in love and youth. The sweet young love of these two boys was as strong as ever since the first time they met. Jimin couldn’t help but connect their lips together.
Passion and everything under the sun was put into it as they were pulled closer than close to each other. It was as if they were made for each other, crafted by the unnamed gods of the overworld or underworld, sending done these two people to just create heaven and hell on earth.
“Fuck, i’ve been waiting to do this for so long.”
Jimin pulls back for air, those words dripping from his lips like a waterfall. Something Yoongi needed and thirsted for.
“I can finally return your love.”
“Petal, you already have by saying it, no need to smother my face. I mean i'm not complaining but i know you love me, knowing that and having you in my life is all I need, you don't have to prove the truth.
" but i wanna.. " the younger male whines and Yoongi can't help but chuckle.
" well no one's stopping you. " he cups Jimin’s chubby cheeks before placing a kiss on his husband’s nose, making him scrunch it up and giggle, lightly hitting the older’s chest. His tummy rumbles and he pouts.
" let's go get something to eat, yeah? "
" yeah. "
" maybe yeah can be our always- "
" no.”
the couple was sat inside a diner, Pop’s diner to be more specific. As they were waiting for their food, Jimin found himself playing with Yoongi’s fingers. Taking the hand in his , the younger boy presses his lips to the back of the other's, looking up with that sparkle in his eyes.
" my little prince.. " he murmurs softly, their eyes locked and overflowing with adore yet so much fucking love that it just consumed them in a euphoric moment.
" i love you. " his cheeks grow into big squishy mochi’s as they're oh so pink, his plump lips curling up at the corners. " i love you more, my king. "
—
“Youngblood, say you want me,
say you want me back in your life.”
As the smooth chords and delicate voice rings around the room of the small diner, Jimin and Yoongi were sharing a milkshake now. Two straws poked out of the calorie filled whip cream, a cherry neatly placed near the middle, making the drink itself look like a tumblr aesthetic sight. The vanilla flavored drink slips up through the straw that was delicately placed between the younger male's plump and thick, yet also soft and angelic lips, passing through them and into him.
Yoongi takes his husband’s hand in his, and thumb playing and moving around in the gold ring that was around Jimin’s ring finger. Jimin looks up and giggles because he never thought the ring will go back in time with them too. Jimin hoping nobody notices why is a 17 year old married already. They both smile at each other as their hands are clasped together; it was peaceful and comfortable but the doubt did linger inside the older. He knew this would end soon, but god his fucking mission here was to make Jimin’s last day the best and most wrothy day ever.
The had only arrived here only an hour and a half ago, so they still had 10 hours and 30 minutes left together. It was currently 5:50 in the afternoon and outside the sun started to set, painting the sky in so many colorful ways that it seemed as if the world itself was giving them both happiness.
A waiter came over to collect their dirty plates and hand to the bill. She had a petite waist, she was oh so pretty and precious. Blonde hair that rested delicately in her shoulders. A small name tag that was clipped to her shirt said Chaeyoung. After setting the bill she starts to pick up the plates and cups except for the one the two males were drinking out of. “I hope you guys enjoyed your meal!” She smiles brightly at both of them and takes the rest of the plates and cups and walks back to the kitchen area of the old diner.
Setting down some money on the table, Yoongi grabs Jimin’s hand and they make their way out. “What do you wanna go do now?”
“How about we go to my mom’s house? I miss her and i-i’ve been waiting to see her for so long…” the ending of the sentence drips into quite mumbles until it’s silent.
“Of course, Jiminie.”
—
Jimin was about to knock on the door when he realized, he’s her son so there’s no need on knocking. With small hesitation his fingers delicately wrap around the knob before twisting it. He opens the door and gets hit with a soft vanilla and lavender smell that is filling his nose and mind. His ma was always neat and I guess you could call her aesthetic. She had everything in place and set together. Her life was easy at that moment. was .
“H-Hey ma! i-im home!” Jimin stutters a little as he walks in. A couple seconds later, a very petite beautiful woman with long black hair, black bangs, and round hips that were shaped just perfectly to finish off her gorgeous appearance, appears with the sweetest and softest smile.
“Hi sweetheart! Did you have a good day with Yoongi?” Irene smiles and kisses her son’s forehead while ruffling his hair.
“mhm!” He throws his arms around his soft mom, trying so hard not to cry in front of her. He hadn’t seen his mom over 20 years, she died early on. She hugs him back, giving off such a great and motherly vibe. He felt at home once again.
“You okay sweetheart? You’re more closer than usual and look like you’re about to cry?” She says while cupping her son’s face with a worried face.
“I-I’m fine,ma! how was your day?”
“My day has been amazing! Thanks for asking honey.” Irene smiles at her son, he had gotten his kind soul from her and honestly it just made Jimin a better person to be around with.
“okay me and yoongi are going upstairs then, i love you ma!” He says while going upstairs with Yoongi.
“Okay! Oh! I made some cookies earlier so if y’all want any, they’re in the cookie jar!”
—
the music pounded through the bar, the beautiful symphony of voices and instrumentals bouncing of the walls and entertaining the air with its sounds. after the boy's had had some dinner with Jimin’s mom, they decided to go out to the local gay bar in Daegu, Magic Shop was the name.
" ha! i win! " Jimin laughs, slamming his cards down on the table and in fact, he won. Sounds of disapproval and jealousy leave a few of the other male friends in the table and Yoongi pouts.
" but i wanted to win! " the older man huffs as the younger male giggles.
" y-you know what? suck a dick, bitch. " he sticks his tongue out childishly and Jimin flicks the older’s forehead, smiling before placing a kiss to where he flicked, ' kissing it better ' he'd say.
" lick this clit then leave son. "
" you don't have a clit. " the boy protests and starts collecting the cards so he could shuffle them and then pass them out, again.
" how would you know, huh? "
" i've fucked you before, baby. that's how. " Yoongi smirks and a couple ' oo 's and ' oh damn 's leave some of the others as a fire of blush cascades and decorates the younger’s cheeks.
" h-hush.. " he flusters up even more, all warm and he hides his face in his lover's shoulder. the older kisses the boy's head before passing around the cards to everyone.
" alright i'ma go grab a few drinks for us, start the game without me. " one of their friends, kim namjoon, stands up but id stopped when someone grabs his hands and mumbles a little “take me with you” and leaves. The person who said that was their other friend, kim seokjin. They played all night and went back to Yoongi’s Place.
—
honey whispers dripped, little chuckles punctured the air, and soft hums mixed with low, quiet music as the two lovers kept falling back down on each other in the bed they were sharing. Heart to heart, they had each other.
Love squeezed out through their fingertips, electric shock with each touch and every little giggle; breathtaking. they were drunk on each other even though they weren't tipsy, drunk on their happiness formed by the other
They grew euphoria in each other which just tingled over their skin, blooming into angelic sounds of what was just pure love and joy.
But too soon enough, time was closely coming to an end. wrapping in each other's arms, parts of them started to glitch, making Jimin gasp. When Yoongi noticed, he checked his watch and fuck; they barely had 20 minutes left together now.
Less than twenty minutes but it wasn't enough.
FUCK
" fuck fuck fuck " curses spew from Min Yoongi mouth and once he turns to lock eyes with the boy's orbs of coffee, he finds them rather spilling out as a drowning, cracked lake instead.
" o-oh god baby, p-please don't cry.. " hands slip and cup Jimin’s face, thumbs erasing tears that kept coming back. " y-you know t-that breaks m-my heart baby boy.. "
He was shaking and god Jimin’s fucking tears were so contagious because soon they were making their way down Yoongi’s smooth cheeks too, both of the boys are crying in each other's arms. “I have to be strong for him.” Those were the words going through the older male's head.
" j-j-jiminie.. " he takes a deep breath as Yoongi lets go of all armor that protected his mind and poor, fragile heart.
" l-look at me.. " Jimin said drowning in his tears, his mind blocking everything out, he shattered to pieces, his glass tears breaking away from the falling statue of him, his heart just on a small boat inside him, getting thrown away by the storm he liked yet hated to call pain.
Hands slide and lift the boy's face by the chin, Jimin’s face just an inch from his. Yoongi couldn't look at the other, seeing his face was fucking killing him and cutting just right at the spots that made him the fucking weakest, slithers of strength already bleeding out through the sobs passing his lips.
The boy with sunshine hair nuzzles the soft delicate skin of the older’s cheek before his lips then press to the area, the taste of salt flavoring his lips as he kisses Yoongi’s tears away. Pulling away, he takes the other's hands in his, staring at him with those diamond eyes that held and always saw beauty from.
" come on, yoonie, breathe, calm down.. " heads rested against each other. Yoongi’s hands trying to hold the other as close as he could, burying his face in his husband's shoulder, and he was starting to find comfort in the chaos. He breathed in the older's scent, getting high yet calm off of it, his accelerating heart and overflowing dam eyes slowing down but not stopping, still submerging him under the flood of his pity and sadness.
“i-i-i-i don’t w-wanna l-lose you J-Jimin.”
“you won’t.”
“w-what?” The older sniffles and looks up at the younger who he held so tightly.
" i-i'll always be with you.. in here. " Jimin’s finger lightly taps the center of Yoongi’s chest.
"you'll always have me, in your heart. "
thirty seconds.
"and you'll always be i-in my heart and mind.”
twenty one seconds.
"y-you know i love you, so-o fucking much, right? "
fourteen seconds.
" i-i know.. "
ten seconds.
“you know..”
Jimin’s hands were turning into pixels, leaving bit by bit, cup his face, lips go to meet but-
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
CODE RED!
the non-stopping beep of the heart monitor rings through Yoongi’s ears, the yells of code red and the tap tap tap of feet make his eyes flutter open. He looks around the room before his eyes lock onto the screen, a straight, green line painting through the middle of it. His eyes widening, he feels arms and hands grab and try to pull him out of the room, but everything snaps into place, all parts of his mind connect and he thrashes in the hold.
" l-let me-e go! " Yoongi yells; he doesn't know why he's doing this, he knew he couldn't do anything about the male who laid dead on the bed, room being flooded with the nurses & doctors who worked there at the retirement home. Sobbing Jimin’s name, a pain shoots through his arms and back, curse old age and just being a weak fucking nuisance in general, he's pulled out of the room and a few words nearly killed him.
" time of death ; 3:29pm. "
—
Have you ever felt such fucking sadness that wouldn't go away? where it tears you down, drains you of any smiles, your mind sadistically smiling at your hurt self, and not stopping? where the torture just forms itself into a hand and continuously chokes the life out of your heart and throat? well, that's how min yoongi felt for the last several hours.
Outside, stars twinkled and he liked to imagine that in the mess of that sky, one of those stars were his beloved Jiminie. He was stood on the balcony of the home they used to share, the home where they got when they first got married, the home they started a family with their kids. His hands softly gliding over the fence that kept people from just walking off and slipping away from life, but not even that would stop him.
His hands were wrapped around a neck, not his neck, or anyone else's; but a beer bottle's neck. every other minute, the intoxicating liquid would break through his lips that desperately thirsted to just kiss Jimin’s plump ones just one last time.
He was a waste, he was fucking wasted , but honestly? he didn't fucking care, at all.
Sweet cotton memories and ocean thoughts of him and his lover flash through his cinema mind, replaying like song and it just kept making his tears roll again and again on repeat down his face. their marriage, them adopting their kids, their first date, and when Jimin asked him out in that baby boy-like personality of his, cheeks being all blushy and how he stuttered over his word, his soft yet cheerful and giddy reaction when Yoongi saying yes, all of it, it just pushed him farther to the edge.
He held the bottle in his hand, examining it in his hand, twisting it around as it was filled with nothing before he let go of it, watching it fall and hear the shatter of it falling apart like him brought a weak smile to his face. the grey haired male swung one leg over the balcony fence, cursing when his crotch was straight on hit.
that shit hurted.
His hands steadied him and he looks up, the moonlight seeing his figure as he examined the sky.
" just give me a moment, baby, i'll be there. "
suicide was like love; the so bad need to have it, it was like a craving. the adrenaline rushing through and making you feel like you're on top of clouds, the state of being in love. god, he was fucking in love with the idea of his body falling to the ground, head cracking and body bleeding out, knife thoughts and and rainy life leaving him. and in the end, it was all fucking sad and it hurt, heartbreak and fuck but then again, they chose to fall. and nothing could stop them anymore once they got to this point. and soon enough, they would let go.
and now, he was effortlessly just a petal of life, if he fell off. No one will care not even his kids probably they are happily married and with kids they didn't even come to check up on him after they told them that their other father died. He wasn’t important if Jimin wasn’t here.
Life left him torn and this was his revenge.
Yoongi swung his other leg over, hands slipping from the railing, his body falling. He let go, it was time to fall again, but this time, to never rise up.
if he could, he would feel nothing.
and now-
a crack and a splatter.
— he felt nothing anymore.
FIN