I'm crying I think I'm failing all of my exams so far....

And again, the feeling of being useless seeps back in, I had always hoped to find someone to talk to, and I'm so glad that you guys are here. Love you all, thank you for all your support ♡

This chapter is... the end... it's going to be sad, and possibly triggering. So, all my lovely cupcakes (cupcakes? Idk... feeling really hungry rn), I can write up a happy ending for this book if you like, but be prepared to have to wait, because I'm really stressed for time.

- cute-namjoonie ♡

A YEAR LATER - YOONGI'S APARTMENT

JIMIN'S POV

I sighed, leaning against the wall as I adjusted the crutch below my shoulder, allowing my black hair to stick to the pale-lit walls. A weak smile ghosted over my lips as the cool metal of the crutch gripped my leg, sending goosebumps littering across the expanse of exposed, milky skin.

"Jimin? Jimin, where are you?" A voice called out, the jingling of keys and click of the door resonating through the corridors of the apartment. I cringed, a sharp pain shooting up my side like a million tiny pinpricks stabbing along my rib cage.

"Seokjin hyung? Jin, I need help, my legs feel like they're going to give," I wheezed, tears forming around the lower circumference of my eyes, gluing the clumps of sleep further against the bristles of my eyelashes. A head of blonde hair followed by a brunette, both jogged in, eyes wide and hands gently caressing my shoulders and lowering me to the floor. Jin's eyes were hooded with concern, blonde hair falling over his brown orbs, as Taehyung lurched to grab my crutch before I slumped against the surface of the wooden floor. I groaned, discomfort bubbling along my limbs as my muscles became rigid beneath the sheet of thin, lifeless skin that clung to me. An undesirable heat flushed through me, making a strangled groan fall from my lips, another wave of pain shuddering up my side.

"Jimin? Jiminie, sweetheart, breathe... in, out, in- Jimin? Jimin, come on, stay with me, keep in time with Jin. Look at me l- Taehyung? Taehyung grab some water! Quickly!" Jin yelled, cheeks flushed as panic washed over his face. My throat tightened and constricted, like a grip of a rope had slung itself around the area of my untarnished neck. I heaved, eyes rolling back as the struggle to breathe crept up my throat, lungs burning as if being set alight by a torch. Taehyung was mumbling a string of curse words, streaking cold water along my face with his fingertips, as Jin propped my head up against the side of his knees, the cool cup pressed against my plump lips. The water seeped into the caverns of my mouth, the refreshing liquid soothing the burning, tingling sensation within my mouth. I nodded, the cup being released from my lips as Jin lifted me up, alongside Taehyung, and arranging the crutch beneath my elbow, before leaning back against and breathing a relieved sigh. My fingertips clutched the handle, allowing me to position my weight against the steady pole of the crutch. A soft click perked my ears, and I cast a pleased glance at my left hand.

A beautiful diamond sat in the middle of a silver band, an engraving of "Yoongi" indented into the slightly scarred metal. I watched as it sat perfectly against the milky skin of my chubby finger, and I gazed past Jin and Taehyung, staring directly at a photograph I had printed of me and Yoongi. His slender arms were wrapped securely around my waist, his hair tousled and freshly bleached, a row of teeth peeking out from his parted soft pink lips. His white shirt hung loosely on his skinny frame, contrasting heavily against the black t shirt that had clung to my torso. Our legs were encased in skinny black jeans, the rips at the knees flaunting our flawless skin that remained beneath the material. Our faces were both materialised into stupid grins, cheeks being dented with dimples and soft laughter lines, wisps of hair intertwining in the frozen gust of wind.

Jin sighed, glancing up to find Jungkook in the doorway. The boy had grown over the year, each day coming to check up on me after the incident had happened with Yoongi's death. His eyes used to be sunken in and hollow, lips pursed and hands shaky with both exam stress and anxiety to meet me, mind buzzing with the idea that a dark hatred bubbled up inside of me due to Yoongi's fate. However, the boy had grown up into a sturdy figure, the shaky fingertips now pressed against Taehyung's, each moment of their relationship carving painful scars into my heart, harsh reminders of what could've been me and Yoongi. My head sunk lowly, and Jin came over to pull me in for a quick hug, enveloping me in the confines of his extended limbs. Taehyung and Jungkook had reached over, brotherly pecks being placed along my mop of black hair, as the three of them bid farewell, marching off to their respective cars.

Sighing, I limped over to the main room, the lights dimly casting a warm light against the walls. I set myself down onto the sofa, feeling the constriction of my stomach muscles jerk within my abdomen. Screwing my eyes shut, I watched as the edges of my vision began to blur, the familiar pain rising up to send plunders against my rib cage. My eyes shot open, the sting of tears matching the burning against my chest. I dropped the crutch to the floor, both of my hands moving up to grip my heart, fingernails digging into the supple skin of my chest. I heaved, head feeling light and streaks of tears decorating my cheeks. The pain subsided, leaving me a panting wreck on the sofa.

I stared up at the ceiling, the familiar words of Jin ringing through my head, multiple medical terms flitting through my thoughts. I brought my left hand up weakly, watching as the light had made a yellow glint reflect along the metal surface. Weakly, I pressed the ring to my lips, before dropping my arm down to stare at the ceiling again.

"Soon, my angel, soon."

I reached over, gripping the handle of my crutch, before hesitantly stepping across to the bathroom. I swung open the small cabinet, hair dyes and bleach bottles decorating the shelves. After rummaging, I felt the cylindrical shape of the container, plucking it from it's place and shoving the box into my pocket, weakly grinning as I mapped out the destination in my head.

I had left the door unlocked, a letter sitting on the inner doormat. The crisp air forced my eyes to water, meaningless tears slipping down my rosy cheeks. I laughed bitterly, pressing the crutch deep into the gravel and reveling in the sound of the pebbles tapping together. I breathed out freely, watching the air bloom into puffs of white, before settling - vanishing like a ghost in daylight.

A few minutes later, and I had hobbled to the eerie silence of the graveyard. The area had become like a second home, my heart tugging painfully within my chest. Passing multiple carved headstones, I finally reached the grey, dull shape that had been deeply engraved into my mind, eyes watering at the sight of the angel statue that loomed over the indented surface.

Min Yoongi

XX/XX/XX - XX/XX/XX

Loving brother, husband and friend

My lips quivered, arms thrusting the crutch far away and onto the deserted grass beside me. The blades attempted to break the fall of the metal, but they bent over - defeated, crushed - wilting beneath the force. I dropped to my knees, the support mechanism throwing me off balance and stumbling in front of the statue. "Heaven took you too soon, my love, but I'm coming. I'm coming to see you, to be with you. It's been a year, baby, and it's so painful. But I held on for so long - so, so long. B-but now... oh honey, Yoon-ngi I'm c-coming, wait f-for me th-there," I sobbed, fingertips fumbling feverishly with the cylindrical shape in my pocket.

With a weak sigh, I popped open the cap, pressing the rim of it against my chapped lips, tears pooling at the circumference of the plastic circle. Slowly, the small ovals of tablets accumulated in my mouth, the strong tang of medicine burning and gritting against the edges of my gums and tongue. I swallowed, my throat tightening as each pill was forced dryly down my throat, dropping into the pit of my stomach. I shuffled over, resting against the freezing slab of the gravestone, eyelids slipping shut as a peaceful smile graced my lips.

After a few minutes, my smile dropped, jaw slack and eyes permanently shut. A gasp left my lips, the last words leaving my lips being the name of my beloved. Almost immediately, a soft glow and a wrap of slender arms around my waist were present.

"Oh my angel, I've missed you."

"Oh Yoongi, how I've missed you too."

"Min Jimin," he breathed, kisses littering my lips.

"My Angel."

That's it... I'm sorry, I'm genuinely crying, I'm so proud of this book, so happy to express myself throughout it and to meet all of you because of it. I will probably be writing up the happy ending for the last 2 chapters after my exams. I hope I didn't make you cry too much, and remember! I love you guys! I wouldn't be writing without you all, and I'm so grateful to all of you for being there for me, being so helpful and supportive, all of you are the best, each and every one. I am so glad to have at least talked to some of you, but please don't be shy to talk to me! I don't bite! After this roller coaster ride, this book has almost been laid to rest (too soON?!) But an epilogue and happy chapters will be up.

Also! Don't forget to check out my vkook and vmin! Vkook is going to be edited and vmin is in its baby stages, but please show some love!

Thank you cupcakes *this is such a cute nickname because you're all so cute and sweet*

- cute-namjoonie ♡

P.S please don't kill me lmao