trigger warning: loss, death and excessive mourning

(Thank you bros and hoes💜🖤)

2 years later

Sighing at the starry night, the bright moonlight entering the hospital room Ayla held Jimin's hand for the billionth time as the time fast-forwarded to his 25th birthday. A familiar baby sound diverted her attention as she saw Seoyun's and Jungkook's baby.

"Aya." the baby barely started walking. But when she did her steps took her to her six uncles or one aunt. "Jungyun, honey it's not Aya it's Ayla." She picked Jungyun in her arms whilst reaching Jimin's bed where he lay unconscious from the past two years.

"It's Jiminie uncles' birthday in almost seven minutes." she made Jungyun sit next to Jimin where she climbed on top of him and raised her hand only to leave a clapping sound on his cheek. Ayla was sent to a laughing fit meanwhile Jungyun just stared at her with her innocent doe eyes. "Guess you just love to slap everyone." she fiddled with his fingers when a peculiar stinging feeling of water and salt came to her eyes.

Flashback

Heart beats racing like light. The whole bangtan and Ayla were either sitting on chairs or on the floor of Miami's leading hospital. Continuously crying, the maknae line wasn't even near getting a hold of tears slipping down from their eyes. The elders meanwhile had to be tough because someone had to do that job. But none of them were excelling.

The designer suits and tuxedos of the six men stained with blood whereas Ayla's hair caked with blood. A sobbing sound escaped Yoongi's mouth and that is all it took for the other three men to leave their balances and leave trails of dried salt down their cheeks.

"It's all my fault. None of this would have happened if I never existed." Ayla trailed off mindlessly when she suddenly received a smack on her head by Taehyung. "Have you fucking lost it?" Taehyung's curses were almost like a kitten.

"It's not you Yeonnie, it's all of us." Hoseok sat next to her and massaged her nape. After a crying session all pairs of eyes were tired. And when almost they were near to stroking off, the operation theatre opened to see the surgeon. "Taehyung and Ayla, come with me." The doctor had a certain amount of knowledge about the gang and their usual lives. It was puzzling how he only called for them.

Ayla and Taehyung got up and a shot of dizziness shot through her head. Almost fumbling down, Taehyung maged to hold her arm at the correct time. "You guys will be easier to explain that's why I called for only you two."

"Jimin's bilateral cerebral cortex is severely damaged due to the hits he received.'' That statement was all it took for Ayla and Taehyung to enter a depressed stage. "He has slipped into a coma." Ayla trailed off as the neurologist nodded his head in approval.

"Two years max."

Present time

"Two years max." Ayla repeated those words which brought horror into her life, it made her once beautiful life a state of pure destruction. "Two years max to wait for you. Or otherwise they would pull the plug. They will pull you off life support. Park fucking Jimin when are you going to wake up?" Ayla's sobbs were now echoing through the room. As a result Jungyun who now slept next to Jimin was awakened.

It hurt Jungkook and Seoyun to see their soul related sister like this, all cramped up in a void of a disconsolated state.

"I think it's time for you to move on." Seoyun came from behind and wiped her bestie's tears. "Dadda is here." Jungkook took Jungyun in his arms and kissed her cheek. Affectionate fatherly love to which everyone was getting used to. Except Jimin. Who knew that the maknae would have the eldest child in the group?

"Happy birthday." Ayla kissed Jimin's hand and then his cold lips. In hopes that he would kiss her back. But he didn't. Instead Ayla was dragged behind by Jungkook.

"It's time for you to go and rest." Jungkook got a hold of her wrist which she freed in a second.

"Jungkook please, for today let me sleep here." she gave her puppy eyes to him. He was like a protective brother. "Looks like me and Jungyun will sleep on the couch. You can sleep next to him." and then the room door was opened bystorm ajar. Familiar five figures came inside with chaos.

"We are sleeping too." it wasn't the same a year back. It was only Ayla who mostly spent her spare time and nights with Jimin. She read him her favorite novels. He didn't respond. But she was sure that he was listening. Will he be taken away from all of them tomorrow?

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Sitting on the dust. Keeping the bouquet of black roses and statices on the two graves. "How are you Mr and Mrs. Park?" she breathed. Jimin's words still run through her memory. Telling her how he used to visit his parents' graves whenever he was alone.

"Jimin is still unconscious if you're asking. But still his tanned skin is flawless and his once blond hair are now back to his brown ones." she controlled the urge to cry and took a deep sigh.

"Please do me a favor. Since you're with god please request him to make Jimin normal again. I miss his kisses, his hugs, his everything. I even miss his dagger like glares he sent to me when I was with a guy he didn't know. I miss his eye smile, his teases and his giggles." a stroke of tear was followed by another. And then another. Soon she was a crying mess.

"Please today is the last day. Two years are over. His 25th birthday is here. I want to live and not waste a single second of my life which is not having Jimin." Jin walked towards his sister. Almost sympathetic to her wrecked state. Sure she achieved so many things in these two years. She got the word 'Dr.' before her name. But what was it when she couldn't share the happiness with the man she loved the most?

"Dr Kim Ayla." she didn't move an inch. "Yeona." she came back to her senses as Jin gave her a back hug and a kiss on the cheek. Brotherly love.

She just turned to face him and rested her head in his chest.

"Lets go and meet mom too." Ayla wiped her tears and fasted her steps to the opposite side. Ruffling of the leaves beneath the siblings' feet was relaxing. Almost satisfactory. They walked hand in hand. Telling their mom that they still loved her. For the first time in a few years they laughed when they reminisce about their childhood days.

"You know I was like five years old. I entered mom and dad's room and I saw dad on top of her. She was making weird sounds which were actually moaning. I thought that he was hurting her and that's why I didn't talk to him for days." Jin gave his wind shield laugh as Ayla clutched her hand on her stomach and laughed her heart out.

"So how did he make up with you?" she asked her brother when she was finally in control. "He said that very soon I will get a small sister or brother and then I spared him." Ayla stared at him wide eyed. And then a series of laughs were followed.

The car ride back to the hospital was filled with soft talks and deep conversations. Of how Jin hated to see his sister on a stage like this. How he silently wished that he could reverse time and never even become a mob boss.

"Do you still hate father?" Ayla asked the elder as he continued driving the busy roads of Miami. The fall was here but the weather was still warm. The sunsets were still the same, filled with hue. The lifestyle of people still didn't change and the crime was relatively reduced.

"You can't fully hate a person you once loved. But then I get flashbacks, of how we were beaten up because we protested against the mafia. How he forced us to go to those rooms where we spent our teenage. Rather than hanging out and enjoying life while making the full use of it, we were throwing punches and internally bleeding. Preparing us for a fight we would never even presume in the first place."

Jin was absolutely right. Rather than doing anything they were doing the defending themselves. They never hated their own father but to say that they wholeheartedly loved them would be a big fat lie.

The rest of the car ride was silent. The hospital in which Jimin spent his two years and where Taehyung and Ayla got their pay was bustling. It's interesting how a day at the place called hospital could be your saddest, happiest, luckiest, first or the last day of your lives. A sudden bump on a hard chest pulled Ayla off her thoughts.

"Yaah! Where were you huh?" Taehyung asked Ayla. as usual he was in his doctor's coat. "Taehyungiee you look so handsome while wearing this." Jin pinched his cheeks and he showed his boxy smile. "But not more than me."

"Exactly this handsome face costs millions." Namjoon interrupted them. Seeking an escape from them in which Ayla was successful. She took the elevator and pressed the button to the eight floor.

Walking with cold feet since the visiting hours didn't start till yet, she managed to get her way to Jimin's room.

He still laid unconscious. With his eyes closed, his plump lips were now paler but they never lost their color. Not a single factor could say that he aged. He was still the same. Just paler and weaker. She sat on the stool and held his hand again. Almost hopeful that he would wake up and hug her, tell her that he missed her even if he lost himself so much time unintentionally.

But that didn't even look near happening. "Jimin wake up please. It's been quite some time. I'm impatient." Ayla said blankly. She got on top of him not afraid that anyone could enter and hugged him. It was almost like hugging a doll. She put her head on his chest and heard his heartbeats. Slow and steady. Not the fast paced panting hard type of heartbeats which she was dying to listen to.

"God it's almost like hugging a non-living." she wiped her tears as she tried to get up but got held back. By the pendants. They still were connecting them. A sad smile crept her pink plump lips when she unlocked them and retrieved on the stool. The six members entered the premises of the room.

Melancholic smiles spread on their faces. Suga sat next to her and she put her head on his shoulder. "We were waiting for you two." Hoseok mumbled as he controlled his urge to cry for the millionth time this day.

"I see. Why?" Ayla asked hintlessly as she still remained in the same posture. All of them are too nervous to even say another word. But one of them managed somehow.

"The doctor he- he said that it's time. It's time to pull the plug. We can't wait any longer." That sentence washed away the confidence like a huge tide.

"Suga oppa can't we wait for some more time-" Ayla was cut off by his finger on her mouth. "It's decided Yeonnie." he trailed off and his voice cracked due to the tears visible on the brink of his eyes.

Jungkook and Taehyung were already crying. Meanwhile the hyung line's eyes were blurred. One more blink and then everyone would be grief-stricken, from which it would be impossible to find a refuge.

"Let's consider this a very long nightmare and a daydream. Daydream because we achieved so many things in the past two years. Nightmare because we are about to lose a beloved." Namjoon said as tears streamed down his face.

"Jimin would never like to see us like this." Taehyung said as he dug his head in Jin's neck. "I'll go out. I can't see this so just pull the plug, I'll be outside." Ayla stormed out of the room and took the staircase to the last floor. Tears were streaming down as the unprecedented rain started pouring down. 

"Ayla how long are going to punish yourself? Losing Jimin and the child weren't enough for you that you're going to do that?" Taehyung was following her and when she was going to open the door he held her wrist and her eyebrows pinched. What did he mean when he said child? "what do you mean?" Ayla kept searching his perfervid expressions but she couldn't decipher anything. Just blank expressions with even more tears streaming down both their faces.

"Two years back....do you remember you caught a fever when you were at Chim's?" Ayla's eyes automatically closed as she tried to get flashbacks of the night. Champagne, Black silk

"Yes." She looked at him with sparkle in her eyes. "You vomited thrice not because Jimin passed you his fever but-" Taehyung closed his eyes and silenced himself, too shocked that he was telling one of the untold truths of her life.

"But because you were pregnant, the doctor told us when Jimin was in coma and when you fainted because of the rod hit at your head. Till the time we realized it was way too late. We saved you but we couldn't save your child." Ayla's ears were going haywire. Was this all even reality? What she heard, was it true?

"Taehyung can you give me a few minutes to process what you just said?" she trailed off as the expressionless face turned to a saddened look. "please?" she asked him again with her cracked and broken voice, too stricken by the amount of grief she was having at this particular day. Taehyung nodded his head and went down from the elevators which was a few meters away. She saw him go and once he was not visible she opened the rusted door which led her to the rooftop where the helipad was located.

The rain water and her tears mix. Ayla smiled when she saw the sky. It was looking like it was crying itself by showcasing nature's grey colors with a hint of blue and purple lightning which for a mere second colored and lighted the soulless sky.

"It would've been done till now." she sighed and sat on the railing. Looking down at the ground from a tall heightened building. She wasn't afraid. Just in a calm state of tranquil filled with satisfaction. She achieved almost everything, just one thing was to strike off her bucket.

Unusual for a woman like Ayla, who was powerful, a feminist, independent on top of it. One of the most influential in her stream. But still she was here, crying for someone whilst sitting on the railing, making the most important decision.

She looked behind one last time.

At this point of time she thought she was hallucinating. It's just an illusion. She thought. Meeting the same pair of brown eyes she was begging to get lost in again. "Hallucination." she turned again but then a voice dragged her.

"Leaving so soon?"

They were connected, dead or alive. Even if their bond was Illicit.

[The End]

"YOU CAN'T EVEN COUNT THE NUMBER OF TIMES I'VE INWARDLY HAD YOU PREGNANT." 

~ILLICIT|PJM

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The book is over officially. Like I grew so attached to it. A thank you note will be written too. So keep voting and commenting. These things mean the world to me.

Thank you for being with me throughout the book. Explanation will be posted if you want me to. And Im'ma slap you all the way to andromeda galaxy if you say that I copied this book from anywhere. There sure were inspirations but I stick to originality. No sequels bruh I get real bored real fast.

NO TRANSLATION AND NO PALAGARIZING (only famous big fat authors say this but i'll prolly do it too, you never know)

Finished: January 9th 2021

I purple ya'all. Thank you to my handful readers who kept me far away from unpublishing this when I was severely unmotivated. 

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The Siren| KTH (coming soon)

BTW...........epilogue much???