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yoongi looks below him to realize he was a few meters above ground. he's floating.
there are people around a grave. their heads bowed down and some shoulders shaking. curious, yoongi, quite literally, floats to the said grave.
there engraved in stone, his name in a big font. a black and white picture is attached at the top, and flowers are littered around it.
ah, so he lost. he's lost to his fight against cancer, and he's left the living realm. so why is he still here? is he a spirit? does he have regrets?
something itches in him. if he could cry, he would.
yes, he has a regret. somehow, he knows exactly where to go.
entering the familiar frame of the bedroom window, he spots a box on the table. its not just any box, but one that had once contained something valuable to both yoongi and his loved one; his love that is his regret.
that box had once contained the engagement rings of his and taehyung's. it’s yellowed and dusty and shouldn't be left on the table top, but yoongi had an idea why it was there. he dearly hopes he’s wrong.
as for taehyung himself, he's sleeping soundly on the bed. the rims of his eyes are red, his limbs curled towards himself. his lips are dry, hair seemingly haven't been combed thoroughly for a few days. he doesn't look good, hasn't really been.
yoongi approaches him on light steps, forgotten that he couldn't make a sound in the first place. he hasn't seen this room in a good while, having stayed in the hospital during his last days. it's well-kept, clean. the furniture hasn't moved from where he last seen them, though some of his belongings were missing, probably in the hospital room he inhabited during his stay there.
yoongi stops in front of taehyung. his hand reaches out on its own accord, and makes contact with tae's hair. or, well, at least he thought it would.
he watches his hand slip through taehyung’s head, the boy remaining blissfully oblivious to it all. if yoongi could cry, he would.
"taehyung…"
taehyung doesn't respond. yoongi couldn't help but realize the emptiness on his forth finger.
there’s nothing to say.
"i'm sorry."
he can’t hear it.
yoongi bends down, down, down, until his lips touched taehyung's forehead.
"i’m sorry I wasn't strong enough, taehyung-ah"
he wishes taehyung could open his eyes and see yoongi here. he wishes to just lay down beside taehyung and wait for him to wake up, like every other morning back then. he wishes he were a butterfly so he could come back to taehyung’s side.