Namjoon's POV:

I was staring up at my parents who had tears in their eyes.

"Mom! Dad!!" I hugged them so tight, I could smell the fragrance of perfume they always carry around in their clothing. My mother's beautiful smile, my father's embrace.

How I missed it. My parents mean everything to me. In that moment, my father apologized to me for everything.

"Namjoon, I'm so sorry for the pain I caused you son." I accepted his apology, letting go of them.

"But... I don't get it. How? Why am I here? How did you get me out of prison?" I cocked my head up at them as I stood up from my bed.

My mother helped me up as I complained a little bit from the pain in my lower abdomen.

"Money, Joonie. A lot of money and with the help of a good lawyer, son. The important part is that you're here with us in the flesh and that you aren't exposed to any danger. I missed you dearly, sweetheart!" My mother's tears felt so real as they stained my shirt.

"Seokjin." The name immediately popped into my head. When I mentioned it to my mom, she looked down.

My father stayed in the room with me and my mother left.

"Sit down, I have something to tell you." I was concerned about my mom, but knowing that what my father had to speak to me about 'something' right after I mentioned Jin's name, I couldn't afford to miss out on his speech.

I sat back down, well- Actually, lay back down. My body wasn't in any condition to sit, due
to the stitches in my abdomen.

Soon, the smile my father had plastered on his face, vanished and slowly evolved into a frown of sadness and sorrow. I knew then that what he was about to tell me wasn't good news, but I was willing to hear anything coming from him.

"Jinnie is your best friend, son." I nodded, knowing that Jin was all that and more.

"You two have known each other for a while now." What my dad was saying about Jin was all true, but I wondered why he sounded so negative about it. Almost as if he was sad
and if he was, I wanted to know why he was so sad.

"Mom? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" I was partly distracted because of my mom who's cries I can hear all the way from the living room.

"Dad, what's going on?" I looked for answers in my father's eyes, but found nothing. It was in his power to tell me what was happening, and the man didn't want to speak. This made my worry increase.

Feeling so vulnerable and being injured prevented me from walking all the way to Jin's house, so it's not like it was at my extent to leave the house just to see him, but deep down inside it was killing me.

"Namjoon, do you remember what happened to the first pet you had, the day we went on that road trip?" Memories of my first pet left me traumatized. I missed her dearly.

"She was upside down in her fish bowl, dad..." I then wondered why my father was reminding me of my fish now.

"And where do all pets go when they die?" My father's question made me feel sad.

"Heaven. Dad, what does this have to do with my friend? Can you please just tell me?"

...

The silence in my room was so thick, a knife wouldn't even be able to cut through it. A rope of spit was slowly choking me, building a lump in the back of my throat as I waited for him to respond to me.

"Jin's parents spoke to us." My stomach tensed up.

"About...?"

"Jin's condition." Jin's never had any physical conditions. Not that I know of, at least.

"What condition?"

"The same one you developed when you turned 18. Remember your first time when you were at that age?" My first heat...

"How can I forget about it? I was scared to death about getting it and how to stop it."

My father nodded, clearing his throat.

"Your friend suffered from that as well and being a hybrid, to prevent and sometimes to get rid of their heat, parents often give them pills. We never gave you any, we just taught you how to control that on your own, right?" I felt my cheeks heating up while nodding to my father.

But still, nothing that he was saying made any sense to me. What do pets and me turning 18 have to do with Jin?

"Jin's parents do give him medication for his heat. And last night they gave him one of those pills..."

"Yeah? And?" I asked, hoping to find out more information about what happened with Jin. I was desperate to know already.

"He never woke up." My heart stopped momentarily, as well my breathing.

"The pill they gave Jin, killed him." I was in shock, hyperventilating.

"How!?"

"One of the side effects of that pill are heart palpitations and his heart couldn't take it. He
died of a stroke." I screamed, angrily.

My mother's crying increased, hearing my uncontrollable swearing.

"Tell me it's not fucking true!! TELL ME!" My cheeks were flushed from the anger and stained from tears at the same time.

"I'm so sorry, Joon. He passed away in his sleep..." I got up from the bed, hearing a tear in my lower abdomen. With the adrenaline rush I gained from the shock I was in, I used the
energy and ran outside.

"OPEN THIS DOOR!!" I was breathing heavily by the time I reached Jin's parent's house.

When they opened the door, both of them were dressed in black. The house was full of people, most likely Jin's relatives, all dressed with funeral clothing.

"Hello, Namjoon..." Jin's father let me in, not daring to look me in the face. I lowered my voice while I entered the house.

The strong smell of roses filled up in my lungs, almost suffocating me.

The sound of soft cries echoed around the house. Every corner I would turn to, there would be people holding flowers with dark clothing.

I saw Jin's belongings on top of a table, along with flowers and a stuffed toy fox. The same toy fox Jin pretended to sleep with the night his mother nearly caught us.

Broken voices reading their eulogy cards for Jin were reaching my heart as I stood in front of a crowd. Something was making me curious and that was a room that everyone was huddled in.

When everyone spaced out of the way, I stood in the center of the room that the people had blocked.

My chest muscles started to tighten. I could hear the faint voices of Jin's family members
resighting their eulogy for him.

As I walked forward, I felt my legs were giving out when I noticed the sight my eyes were
now met with:

A long, dark, wooden brown casket. There he was, Kim Seokjin, lying down inside of the coffin, with purple, smeraldo flowers in his hands, wearing a black suit with a white corsage.

I fell to my knees in the center of the room, holding my chest.

My breathing felt like fire was entering my lungs as it became shakier.

"Jin..." A small group of Jin's family members surrounded me, wondering what had happened with me.

My stomach started bouncing. My heart pounding out of my chest, as I kept my hand on it.

I started screaming like a maniac, wrapping my body around the coffin.

"JIN, WAKE UP!! WAKE UP! DON'T DO THIS TO ME, PLEASE!" My voice was disappearing the louder I screamed.

The feeling of someone's arms wrapping around my stomach made me flinch, but I still held onto the boy, not wanting to let go.

"WAKE UP! YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!" I felt myself slipping away from him, the harder someone pulled at my torso.

When I looked down, I saw blood was dripping out from the inside of my shirt.

I yelped out in pain, holding the side of my abdominal area. When I lifted my shirt up, all of the stitches in my lower abdomen had popped.

I stood in the middle of terrified looking people, bleeding to death.

The room started spinning and I fainted from the blood loss.

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