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"No!" Taehyung screamed running toward his best friend, who was standing on the ledge of the building. "Please, Yoongi... No... Why would you-"
"Stop!" Taehyung complied, understanding that if he comes closer, the other will jump. There were only four meters separating them. "Don't come closer, Tae. Just don't." Tears were streaming down the older's face while trying not to sob. Unsuccessfully. "Please, TaeTae..."
"Yoongi..." Taehyung was trying to fight of his own tears. "Don't do this... Why would you suddenly run off like this? Please, come back to my arms..." His voice broke from how useless he felt.
"I need this, nothing will ever be worth anything, everything's empty... So what's the point?" The elder was swaying in place. So dangerously close to the edge. Taehyung's heart sunk.
"I love you. I always loved you and I always will. Come back to me, Yoongi, I-"
"You don't love me! You love Yoongi! I'm not Yoongi! Min Yoongi doesn't exist!" The sobbing was making the plush lower lip tremble uncontrollably. "Go!"
"Okay... Why isn't Min Yoongi real?" He quietly asked. In the voice that would always calm the older. "Tell me, honey."
"TaeTae... My sweat TaeTae..." The cry was a whisper. "I'm not Yoongi... You don't love me... You don't know me... I'm a lie... I'm disgusting... Let me jump alone... I don't want you to see..." He waited patiently for the older to calm the breathing and continue. He understood that rushing would only lead to horrible consequences. "I'm not..."
It was time for his encouragement. "What is it? You know you can tell me anything. Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?" The deep voice was smooth and comforting.
"I'm Yoonji..." She was ready to sway down as she looked away. He realized that was his cue. He ran towards her just quickly enough to grab her by the arm as she's begun falling down. He was now holding her tightly with both hands trying to pull her up. "Let go! Let go!" She screamed a weeping cry.
"No." He coughed and white rose petals flew down. Yoonji's gaze followed them in terror. He was weaker than ever. He's been loosing strength for awhile.
"TaeTae! What's that?!" She suddenly remembered how she truly cared about the boy. "What the fuck was that?"
"You know perfectly well..." He said through gritted teeth trying his best to get her up. How did he become so weak so quickly? "I'm obviously sick."
"Don't be sick! Don't be sick!" She teared up again and Taehyung has finally pulled her up and was now holding her in his arms. Not letting go. She snuggled into the familiar embrace. "Tell them! Tell them!"
"I love you, Yoonji." He whispered in her ear breathlessly. Tired and drunk on adrenaline he kissed his best friend, who was scared, shocked and depressed. "I love you even if you don't love me. I don't care if you're named Yoongi or Yoonji because you're still you. I love you, not your gender." A handful of white petals landed on her lap.
"You love me? You really do?... TaeTae..." Her finger traced his jaw and neck. "Do you really?" Her face was unreadable. Not even Cal Lightman could decipher those emotions. Her voice was unrecognizable and not understandable. Sherlock couldn't guess her intentions.
"Yes, yes. I'm chocking on flowers growing in my lungs for you, Yoonji." He chuckled. "I am ready to die for you."
"But... If I love you too... You won't die?" She asked staring at those deep eyes of the boy she knew since kindergarten.
"No. I won't. But it has to me romantic. We share a friendship bond. I understand that and I'm not asking you to love me that way. It's not a choice."
"What would you do if I don't...?"
"I'll wait till the sickness takes it's coarse."
"What about the surgery?"
"And loose the feelings I have for you? Never, Yoonji. Never." He wrapped his arms around her tighter.
"But... It will be so painful..."
"How do you know?"
"I used to be sick... I... Secretly got the surgery at thirteen..."
"Thirteen? Baby, why would you do that?"
"I was afraid you won't want to be my friend anymore... I was afraid to loose you. Now I can't love you back anymore."
He showed her his boxy grin. "That's okay, Yoonji." He took her hand in his as they stood up.
"I still want to jump... Taehyung... I really do... This life without emotions is killing me. I can't feel anything. Anything at all!"
"Then let's go together." They walked to the ledge still hand in hand.
"But you have what to live for... TaeTae... Don't do this."
"Without you there is nothing... Without you I am nothing... I love you and you can't love me back. There is no way I'm getting the surgery. I don't mind going with you."
They enveloped in each other's embrace and fell to their final moment together.