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***
I realise now that I may have condemned you to a life of loneliness. Forgive me. I could not lose you. I was, I am, selfish. I love you. Forgive me.
***
Namjoon stares transfixed at the android for a long moment.
"Wow."
Jin wrings his hands together.
"What? What is it?"
Namjoon shrugs, a shy smile on his face.
"He's really pretty, hyung."
Jin blinks. There are photos. Of the person who had existed before the android. Pretty is perhaps too weak a word to describe him. Stunning would be better. Breathtaking.
"Namjoon, can you fix him?" He asks instead.
Namjoon crouches in front of the android.
"He seems to be an old model, hyung. But I might be able to do something. Are you sure though? You can get a new one instead."
Jin shakes his head.
"No. I want this one."
Namjoon sighs and begins to poke and prod at the android as Jin watches anxiously.
"This might not be a good idea, Jin hyung. His memories are not complete. I'm worried trying to complete him might damage him."
"I don't remember the last time I had a good idea, Namjoon. Please just fix him for me. And don't tell Yoongi. He'll crack it if he hears."
"Yoongi hyung is-" Namjoon pauses.
"I know he thinks that I'm wasting my life," Jin finishes for him.
"He- you could have helped so many people, hyung. You still can."
"Is that what you think too, Namjoon?"
Namjoon glances up at him.
"I think you know what to do with your own life, Jin hyung."
Jin can't help but smile. Namjoon has always been his strongest supporter, unwavering and willing to believe in him even when Jin doubted himself.
"I'll go make you something to eat," he says and Namjoon grins up at him.
"That'll be awesome, hyung."
Jin is almost out of the room when Namjoon calls out to him.
"Hyung, what is his name?"
"Jimin."
He had found the journal of the man who used to live in this house. A terrible, heart breaking story inked into its pages. It had brought tears into his eyes. Along with the pain, a gift. An unfinished android. One that Jin is determined to finish. To fulfil the last wish of the man that had died here. To alleviate his own heart that had been broken. This one thing he can do to maybe bring peace to the dead and the living.
***
Leukemia. I should have realised. All of his symptoms. His own body is killing him. He smiles because he thinks I am afraid. He smiles to help me. Every smile breaks my heart a little more. I have to save him. I have to.
***
Jin looks up when the door creaks open. Yoongi appears, looking sheepish.
"I knocked. The front door wasn't locked so…" his words trail off as he takes in the room. More specifically, the android currently laying on the work table in the middle of the room.
Jin gets to his feet, meets Namjoon's worried eyes and looks back at Yoongi.
"What's going on?"
Yoongi's eyes travel to the android, Namjoon and finally settle on Jin.
"Hyung, what is that?"
"Yoongi-"
"Did you buy an android?"
Jin glances at Namjoon.
"I-no. He-" he takes a breath. "He came with the house."
Yoongi stills. For a moment, he stares at Jin. Then he turns on his heel and stalks out. Jin runs after him.
"Yoongi! Yoongi, wait!"
Yoongi whirls on him.
"You think I could watch you pining after some fool who couldn’t even see you? That you spent so much time on him when I was- fuck! Now you've got a damned android that wears the face of a dead man and what do you want me to think? What can I do to make you see?"
Jin stares at Yoongi in shock. He has never seen Yoongi this angry.
"See what Yoongi?"
Yoongi shakes his head and Jin swears he sees tears in Yoongi's eyes.
Yoongi walks away. Stunned, Jin lets him go.
"Jin hyung?" Namjoon calls softly.
Jin wipes a hand over his eyes and turns.
"Are you okay?"
Jin breathes deeply and nods.
"I'm fine, Namjoon. How's Jimin?"
Namjoon holds up a tiny square of metal. Light glints off it. There are two others like it on the table beside Jimin's head.
"What is it?"
"His memories are stored in these. I'll load some of it now, hyung. But I don't want to overwhelm him so I might wait to see how he handles things first before I load the rest."
Jin nods when Namjoon looks up at him.
"Will he be alright?"
Namjoon smiles.
"You really care about him, don't you hyung? You haven't even met him yet."
Namjoon is right. But he feels as though he already knows Jimin. He has seen him through the eyes of the one that had loved him. That had loved him and desperately tried to save him. Jin doesn't want to destroy the years and years of work and love that had brought Jimin to him.
"I just want to meet him."
Namjoon nods, before carefully inserting the first chip into the back of Jimin's neck. Jin watches him insert the second.
"Save the last one for later," Namjoon tells him, pressing his fingers against the back of Jimin's neck.
Jin nods, heart beating anxiously.
"Once he processes the data, he'll wake up, hyung." Namjoon rises to his feet, and smiles at Jin.
"He'll be okay, hyung. Don't look so worried."
Jin sighs.
"Thank you, Namjoon. I know you're busy and I can't even pay you."
Namjoon blushes. "Hyung, I'm your friend. I'll always help you. Anyways, the only time I eat well is when I visit you."
Jin laughs.
"I might as well open up a café."
Namjoon grins. "Not a bad idea, hyung."
***
He opened his eyes today and looked at me. I don't know if he could recognise me. But he smiled. I held his hand until he fell asleep again.
***
After Namjoon leaves, Jin goes down to the basement and sits beside Jimin. He is so still. So beautiful. Like a doll. Jin reaches out a hand and touches the back of Jimin's hand with a finger. The skin is cool. Namjoon didn't say how long Jimin would take to wake up. He wonders if it would take days. Or weeks.
"Hello."
Jin shrieks and jumps back.
Jimin is awake and is looking at him with unblinking eyes.
"You're awake!"
Jimin blinks, slowly and deliberately. Then tries to sit up. His body rises stiffly.
"Why-" Jimin tilts his head. He raises his hand and holds it in front of his face. After a long moment, he looks up at Jin.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Seokjin."
Jimin mouths the name as if practising it. Then he looks at his hand again.
"What am I?" He asks softly, as though he is asking the air itself.
Jin swallows.
"You are an android."
Jimin lets his hand drop.
He fixes Jin with his gaze.
"Then I died?"
Jin feels his breath catch.
"Yes."
Jimin's eyes go blank, looking past him at something Jin cannot see.
Minutes pass and Jin's anxiety gets the better of him. He steps closer and waves his hands in front of Jimin's face. No response. What if Jimin is broken? Should he call Namjoon?
"Hello."
Jin shrieks but manages not to jump this time. Jimin is looking at him now.
"Seokjin," Jimin says slowly. "Where am I?"
"You're in my home."
"Where is-" Jimin looks around as though looking for someone else. "Where is Taehyung?"
"He created you."
"Why?"
"Because he loved you. He lost you and he wanted to save you."
Jimin shudders and closes his eyes.
"Where is he?"
Jin feels tears sting at his eyes.
"He died."
Jimin slumps forward.
Jin catches him.
"Jimin?" Jin pulls back to look at Jimin's face. His eyes are closed. "Jimin?"
When he gets no response, he starts to lower Jimin on to the table and hesitates. Instead, he picks up Jimin in his arms and carries him out. He had expected Jimin to be heavy, those miles and miles of wires. But he is not. Jin can carry him easily. He carries him up to the guest bedroom. He shoulders the door open and carries Jimin to the bed. He lowers him gently onto the bed and after a moment of hesitation, draws the covers over him. Jimin's dark hair fan over the white pillow, like a dark halo around a sleeping prince.
He curls on to the chaise beside the bed, eyes on the still figure on the bed.
Jimin is in the exactly same position when Jin wakes up in the morning. He stretches, rising to his feet.
"Jimin. Please wake up."
His stomach growls at him insistently. He sighs and goes in search of breakfast.
He inhales the coffee with a happy sigh, and takes a sip. He lowers the cup and nearly drops it in shock.
Jimin is standing in the kitchen.
"If he is dead, then why am I awake?"
Jin puts the cup down on the kitchen bench and walks over to Jimin, who watches him approach with steady eyes.
"Is it not enough that he wanted you to live?" Jin asks him softly.
"'Live'? Am I alive? Am I truly the person I was before I died?"
"People change. It's normal." Jin holds up a hand, palm up, between them. After a moment of hesitation, Jimin puts his hand, palm down, upon it. "You are alive, Jimin."
Jimin's fingers clench over his'.
"Will you tell me about your life?"
Jimin looks at their hands, then up at Jin. He nods.
Jin guides Jimin to the small circular table by the window facing the garden. The vase of roses he had arranged two days ago sit at the center, a stunning shade of red. Jimin sits at the table, and Jin sits across from him. He watches Jimin as he reaches a hand towards the roses. His fingers graze over the petals.
"We were childhood friends," Jimin starts in a soft voice heavy with memory. Jin had read what Taehyung had written in his journal. About their story. But it is different, he thinks, to hear it from one who had lived it. "We loved each other immensely. He was incredibly smart, a genius people called him. His work into robotics was saving people's lives. But it was hard for him to-be close to people. They thought him at best eccentric. at worst, a freak. They did not see him as I did. They never got close enough. He was beautiful. Truly. He told me, many times, that he did not need anyone else. Because he had me. Because I loved him. We were happy. I remember so many days of joy." Jimin looks away from the roses and up at him. Jin does not know if androids can cry but the look on Jimin's face tells him that even without tears, he is crying. "How did he die?"
From heartbreak, Jin wants to say. He never recovered from the loss of you. From his love of you.
"Stroke," he says instead.
Jimin's fingers clench on the table.
"I'm sorry, Jimin."
Jimin's dark eyes look out the window at the garden. Jin has devoted much of his time to the garden, and the many flowers that now blossom there.
"I was created so that we would never be parted. But he is gone. Existence has no meaning for me."
Jin reaches across the table, hands hesitating beside Jimin's clenched fists.
"Give it time. You will find your purpose. We all eventually emerge from our despair."
"I am created of love and loss. Who would want me now? What purpose can I have?"
Jin takes Jimin's hands in his'. Jimin turns his head towards him.
"I do. I want you. I am glad that you exist. That I met you. I am happy to meet you, Jimin."
Jimin's unblinking eyes watch him for a long moment. He does not draw his hands away.
"Do I remind you of someone that you loved?"
"No." Jin sighs. "You remind me of someone who did not love me."
"Would you like me to love you?" Jimin asks gently and Jin's heart twists in his chest.
"Your heart filled with him. As his heart was filled with you. There is no space for another."
Jimin's laces their fingers together.
"But I can stay with you. I will stay and you will never be lonely."
Jin blinks back the tears that sting at his eyes and tries to smile.
"Yes. I would like that."
***
It should be me. I should die and he should live. Are there gods? Let him live. Take me, take everything. But let him live. Please. Please. Please.
***
He is watering his garden when Jimin slowly walks over to him. It has been a few days, and although welcome he still hasn't gotten used to sharing his home with someone else. Namjoon had called a few times and Jin had assured him that Jimin was fine. He had not frozen or done anything unusual. He goes and waits in the guest bedroom when Jin sleeps. He is already in the kitchen when Jin wakes. The coffee already made and a smile on his face. Jin would like to get used to this. Share his life with this wonderful person.
"I would like to help."
Jin hesitates.
"You'll get dirty."
Jimin shrugs.
"It'll wash off."
"Will you be okay?" He asks worriedly.
Jimin smiles and reaches out for the hose.
"It's okay. I'm waterproof."
Later Jin teaches Jimin how to arrange flowers.
"The trick is not to overfill with flowers but to use few flowers that compliment each other, colour, size and shape," Jin tells him, watching Jimin trim the stems of sunflowers. "But sunflowers don’t need anything else to enhance their beauty."
Jimin gazes longingly at the golden face of the sunflower in his hand.
"They were his favourite flower. He wanted to have a garden just with sunflowers. Just like this, your garden."
"I only started growing them a few years ago when I first moved to this house."
Jimin places the flower in the vase and looks at him.
"Do you like sunflowers, Seokjin?"
Jin tilts his head.
"How old are you, Jimin?"
Jimin blinks slowly.
"I-" Jimin's gaze becomes blank for a moment. "I lived for 23 years."
"I'm 29, which makes me older than you."
Jimin nods. "Yes."
Jin grins. "Then you should call me hyung, shouldn't you?"
Jimin blinks slowly again. "I - hyung. But I will always be this age."
Jin holds a hand to his heart in mock pain.
"Don't rub it in, young Jimin."
Jimin looks startled for a moment before breaking in to a smile.
"I like you, hyung."
Jin feels his breath catch at the sincerity in Jimin's voice. He can't help but draw Jimin into a hug.
"I like you too, Jimin."
He smiles into Jimin's soft dark hair when he feels Jimin's arms slowly wrap around him.
***
The doctor tells me he won't wake up. That his body is alive but his mind is not. That I should-
***
They are spreading mulch in the rose beds when Yoongi visits. Jin sees him over Jimin's shoulder, and he rises to his feet.
"Hey, Jin hyung. I wanted to-" he pauses when Jimin gets to his feet beside Jin.
Jin steps forward, unsure how Yoongi would react to Jimin.
"Hey, Yoongi."
Yoongi looks at him and then at Jimin.
"Is this him?"
Jin wraps a hand around Jimin's shoulders.
"Yoongi, meet Jimin. Jimin, meet Yoongi."
Yoongi stares at Jimin for a long moment.
"Hello," Jimin greets.
"What do you want with Jin hyung?" Yoongi asks.
"Yoongi!" Jin cries.
Jimin looks at Jin and then at Yoongi.
"I am his companion."
Yoongi's eyes narrow and Jin steps forward before he can say anything.
"Jimin, will you go into the house? I need to talk to Yoongi alone."
Jimin's dark eyes search his face.
"I'll make coffee for you."
Jin smiles.
"Thank you, Jimin."
Once Jimin disappears in to the house, Yoongi marches up to him.
"It's a robot. A fucking robot. What the hell are you doing?" Yoongi hisses.
Jin feels his own anger rise to match Yoongi's.
"Shut up! He's not just a robot. Nothing is just anything."
Yoongi blinks and he sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"What's going on, hyung? I thought you wanted to let go."
Jin looks at him. Yoongi looks tired. He must be working too hard. Yoongi always has.
"I wanted to meet him. I just wanted to meet him, Yoongi."
Yoongi looks at him with incredulous eyes.
"And then what, hyung? Did you think about what will happen now? He doesn't die, hyung. And androids have no rights, they can't own or inherit anything! You've brought him back just so he'll be tossed around like trash one day."
Jin flinches.
"I won't let that happen," he whispers. "I won't let him get hurt."
Yoongi sighs.
"Hyung-
"Please, Yoongi. I-" he looks across at the sunflowers. "I haven't been happy for a long time and Jimin, he makes me so happy."
Jin feels Yoongi step up beside him, their shoulders brush.
"I'm sorry, hyung. I should have tried harder."
Jin looks at him.
"No, Yoongi. You were always there for me. I'm the one who should be apologising."
Yoongi's hand brushes Jin's fingers fleetingly.
"I just don't want you to get hurt again, hyung."
Jin catches Yoongi's hand and smiles when Yoongi looks at him in surprise.
"Will you stay for dinner?"
"I need to go back soon."
Jin pulls Yoongi towards the house.
"You always say that," he says and turns his head to catch Yoongi's smile. "But you stay anyway."
"Who can say no to you, hyung?"
Dinner is amicable. Jimin helps Jin make dinner as Yoongi watches wordlessly. They have dinner in front of the TV. Jimin who does not eat, sits cross-legged on the floor stares unblinkingly at the figures moving on the screen. Yoongi eats like he hasn't eaten in ages.
"When was the last time you ate properly, Yoongi?"
Yoongi shrugs, chewing on a mouthful of rice.
"I worry for you. I wish you'd take more care with yourself."
Yoongi pauses eating. Jimin turns to look at them.
"I've got you to take care of me, hyung. So I don't worry about myself."
Jin feels himself turning pink when Jimin rises abruptly to his feet and leaves the room.
"Jimin?" Jin calls after him. He shares a look with Yoongi before setting his plate down and chasing after Jimin.
Jimin stands at the kitchen window, gaze fixed on the purple pink sky of the setting sun.
"Jimin, are you okay?"Jin asks, stepping close.
"I remember that. With Taehyung. I remember talking to him, asking him to take more care with himself. I was worried that he'd get sick-in the end, I was the one who got sick. I was the one who left." Jimin turns to him, face awash with the last golden light of the sun. "I wasn't there when he needed me. I wasn't-" Jimin pauses, gaze becoming blank. Jin touches his face.
"Jimin? Jimin, please."
"You haven't told him." Jin turns his head to see Yoongi watching them.
Jin shakes his head.
"I don't know how."
"It's his story too, hyung."
Jin sighs and looks back at Jimin.
"Even if he never loved me, even then, I'm scared Jimin will hate me for it. For what I tried to be."
Yoongi grunts.
"Of course he loved you, he gave you everything."
Jin turns to Yoongi in surprise.
"What?"
"You have his heart, Jin hyung. What do you think Jimin is? He left his heart in your keeping," Yoongi tells him gently, as if reminding him of something important.
Jin crumples to his knees with a cry. Yoongi is beside him in an instant, hand gripping his shoulder.
"Jin hyung? What's wrong?"
Jin drops his face onto Yoongi's shoulder and cries. Yoongi holds on to him, a hand brushing soothingly down his back.
"It's okay. Jin hyung, you'll be okay," Yoongi promises and Jin lets himself cry until exhaustion claims him.
When he wakes up, he finds himself on his bed. He does not remember getting into bed.
Yoongi?
He sits up blearily.
"Are you okay, Jin hyung?" Jimin rises from the chaise and walks over to the bed. "Yoongi hyung said you were exhausted and you needed to rest."
Jin reaches out a hand. Jimin pauses for a moment before catching it and sits down beside him on the bed.
"I'm okay, Jimin. Are you?"
Jimin smiles.
"I'm okay too, hyung."
"Did Yoongi go back?"
Jimin nods. "He told me to call him if you got sick. He cares for you a lot, hyung."
"I'm very lucky to have him." He runs his fingers over Jimin's palm. There are no lines, no blood vessels running just under the skin. "Jimin, there are some memories left for you. Taehyung's memories. If you'd like I will ask my friend Namjoon to load them on to you."
"Taehyung's memories?" Jimin whispers.
"Yes."
"I would like them, Jin hyung. I have always known all of him. I would take his pain as well."
Jin feels tears burning and tilts his head up to blink them away.
"Jimin, I know that you don't sleep, but will you stay with me? I don't want to be alone."
Jimin smiles.
"I will stay beside you quietly while you sleep, hyung."
Jin smiles back through his tears.
"Thank you, Jimin."
***
I know the theory. I fucking know how it works. I know that he- he is gone. That I won't be killing him if I switch off the life support.
But I can't do it.
I can't do it.
***
The memory chip glints in Namjoon's hand.
"This is it. The last of the memories."
Jimin, sitting on Jin's bed looks at the chip curiously.
"These are his memories?"
Jin lifts Jimin's hand to his lips and kisses the palm.
"He recorded them after- after there was no hope of saving you."
Jimin smiles at him, then looks at Namjoon and nods.
"I will sleep for a while."
"I will be here when you wake up, Jimin," Jin promises as Namjoon inserts the memory chip into Jimin.
He lays Jimin down on the bed, and after a moment, draws the blankets over him.
Namjoon grips his shoulder in support.
"He will know everything," Jin says softly. "He will know me."
"He already knows you, hyung."
Jin looks at Namjoon, who quirks a small smile at him.
"I'm going to stay with him, Namjoon."
Namjoon nods.
"Call me if anything is wrong."
Jin nods, and looks down at Jimin. His eyes are closed, body still. Memory of him on another bed, attached to half a dozen machines keeping him alive, flickers in his mind. The sight of Taehyung beside the bed, in grief and despair, burns in his heart. But the worst is the feeling of helplessness, of utter futility of all his efforts, twists into painful knots in his chest. He rests his head on the side of the bed, and closes his eyes.
He wakes when Jimin stirs. He sits up to find Jimin gazing at him, face expressionless. Jin swallows.
"Jimin?"
"This was his house," Jimin says.
"Yes."
"You knew him."
"Yes."
"You loved him."
"Yes," he admits, heart thudding in his chest. "But he did not know it."
They had lived together but they had not been together. Sometimes Jin had wondered if Taehyung even knew that he was there. All that time he spent in the basement with his secret project. Jin had only found out after Taehyung's death. A stroke. Unexpected at his young age, but nonetheless had taken his life. Jin had never expected Taehyung to have left him everything in his will. The house and all possessions therein. Including the secret project.
Jimin.
A whole part of Taehyung's life that Jin had only seen glimpses of. Brought into the light with long paragraphs in a diary and a half-finished android.
"Of course he knew of your love. He was not so blind," Jimin tells him, sitting up.
Jin looks up at him in surprise.
"You were my doctor."
"Forgive me. I could not save you." Jin looks down at his hands, clenched in his lap.
"Why did you wake me?"
"I wanted to meet you. The one that held his heart."
Jimin's dark eyes search his face. "Do you wish that I had never existed?"
Jin sighs. "I used to wish that. Losing you-it destroyed him. But now-I'm glad he had you. I'm glad he loved you. That he was so happy. Do you hate me? That I dared love him." He glances away, unable to look at Jimin.
Jimin reaches for him, gentle hand on his face to lift his face up.
"No. I never wanted him to be alone. Thank you, Jin hyung, for loving him. Even if it was hard, thank you." Jimin's gaze becomes blank. Jin catches the hand on his face.
"Jimin?"
When he gets no response, he lowers Jimin back onto the bed.
"Wake up soon, Jimin."
A day passes, and Jimin does not awake. Fear curls up in his heart, and he calls Namjoon.
"Hyung, What's wrong?"
Jin grips his phone to his ear.
"Something is wrong with Jimin."
Jin hovers anxiously while Namjoon checks on Jimin.
"What's wrong with him?"
"I'm not sure," Namjoon tells him, a frown on his face. "I think maybe his memory circuits are tangled up."
"Can you fix it?"
"Not sure. I'm worried if I mess up I'll just fry him."
"What do you mean fry him?"
"Delete all his memories."
"Aren't they backed up somewhere? Don't androids do that?"
"Jimin is custom made, hyung. His design isn't compatible with any of the backup technologies we have now."
Jin sinks on to the bed beside Jimin.
"What can we do?"
"Hyung, don't hate me for saying this but I think it's only going to get worse," Namjoon tells him softly.
"No! No, Namjoon."
He hates it, the way this conversation reminds him of another conversation long ago. Then, Taehyung had stood where he stands, pleading for the life of his love. Then, he had been helpless. Looking in to Namjoon's eyes now, he feels again, helpless.
Namjoon reboots Jimin, warning him that it would most likely not fix the problem. But at least he would wake. Jin waits, feeling as though he has failed Taehyung all over again.
"I'm sorry, Tae." He drops his face into his hands. "I can't save him."
"Hello."
Jin startles. Jimin is watching him.
"Seokjin hyung-" Jimin reaches out a hand, and Jin pulls him up to a sitting position. "I think there's something wrong with me."
Jin nods, voice failing him for a moment.
"Am I dying?"
Jin swallows, throat constricting painfully.
"I don't know," he whispers.
Jimin stills. Jin leans forward fearfully but Jimin blinks.
"I died once, Jin hyung. I don't remember but I know that I did." Jimin tilts his head to look at him, a small smile on his face. "I'm not scared of it."
Jin cries out. "No, Jimin! I don't want you to die. I don't want to lose you. Please." Tears are filling his eyes, blurring his vision. He wipes at them fiercely.
"Seokjin. His name is seokjin. He thinks I don’t know his name," Jimin says in a voice that is not his own. A voice that sounds almost like Taehyung's.
"Jimin?"
"It broke his heart, to watch me slowly die. I won't do that to you, hyung. I have a choice now," Jimin says in his own voice. Jimin reaches up to brush at the tears running down Jin's face. "Do you love me, hyung?" He asks gently.
"Yes. I love you, Jimin."
"I know it'll be scary. I know you'll be scared. But promise me, Taehyung, promise me that you won't hide yourself away. Promise me you won't push away those that love you."
Jimin stills.
Jin holds Jimin's hand to his heart. He waits. Jimin does not stir.
Jin lays Jimin down on the bed. He leans over him and kisses him gently on the forehead. His tears fall on to Jimin's skin. He brushes them away and curls up on the bed beside Jimin. He holds his hand until he falls asleep.
Yoongi finds him amongst the sunflowers, hands covered with dirt. He had planted more, for Jimin, with the ones he had already planted for Taehyung so many years ago.
"Namjoon told me," Yoongi says quietly. "I'm sorry, hyung."
Jin climbs to his feet and Yoongi carefully steps over the seedlings to make his way to Jin. For a moment, they stand together surrounded by sunflowers. Jin hides a smile when Yoongi reaches out and catches his hand.
"What will you do? You can come and stay with me if you'd like."
He looks at Yoongi. Yoongi who is looking at him with hopeful eyes.
"No. I can't," Jin tells him softly and Yoongi's face falls. "But- if you ever get sick of the city, maybe you can move down here with me."
Yoongi's eyes widen.
"Are you serious?"
Jin smiles. "I am." He holds on to Yoongi's hand. "Thank you for waiting for me, Yoongi."
***
Forgive me. For all those times that I was selfish. For all the times I did not say I love you. For the life we should have lived but didn't. Let's meet again in our next lives, Jimin. Let's find each other and love each other again.
***