THIRD PERSON OMNISCIENT NARRATIVE:

"J-Jimin..." the now ghostly pale boy stuttered, his eyelids drooping down as he gathered his thoughts. Jimin stared back at him, eager to find out what could have Yoongi in such a catastrophic state.

"Hyung? What is it? Tell me!" He yelled, shaking him by the shoulders; yet the boy who stood before him remained unresponsive.

His eyes had gone dark, dull, and distant. It was as if he wasn't fully there.

He was physically there.
But Min Yoongi's mind was far from home.

By then, Jimin was sweating, nervous about the news to come.
Regardless of whether or not he knew what he was about to hear, regardless of how likely it was to hurt him- he urged Yoongi once more.

"Tell me. Is it-" he stopped, imagining the worst, his voice wavered.

He couldn't bear to vocalise what he was imagining. As if not speaking it would make it less true.

Yoongi regained his focus then sharply exhaled out of his nose and closed his eyes; his best attempt to regain his composure.

"The plane- it's on the news. Jimin, the plane. It's on the news." He quietly muttered, eyes rushing to look anywhere other than into Jimin's.

"What?" He curled his hands into fists and examined Yoongi once more, trying to confirm that he had heard correctly.
Jimin's vacant eyes drifted to the phone in his hand.

He slowly reached for the phone and took it out of Yoongi's unmoving body; which seemed to get more spectral by the second.
Jimin's breathing slowly began to pick up pace as he turned the screen towards himself.

He looked at the screen. Three words.

Three words caught his eye; three words that were enough for him to understand what had happened.

-malfunction-
-disaster-
-dead-

That was when he stopped breathing, he stopped moving.

Jimin's body had shut down.

He stood, frozen, not noticing that Yoongi was now on the floor, head in his hands- silently sobbing.

A series of light footsteps from the kitchen were followed by a voice, "What's going on? Is everything okay? What happened? Why is Yoongi-" Hoseok proceeded to walk towards the two, noticing Jimin's state, he averted his attention to him.

"Jimin, why are you like this?" His question was met with more silence, "Jimin-" he called out once more, but more quiet this time; trying to tread softly.

Jimin finally took a deep breath. He let out a wail, his face turning gruesome as lines of pain became carved across it.

He let out another cry,
"No. No. No!" His voice tearing at the back of his throat, he dropped the phone and clutched locks of his hair- ready to pull out of rage.

He shouted empty words; voice grainy and strained, this time the tears were already trickling down his face.
Jimin launched him self towards the nearest piece of furniture, the dining table. He began slamming his fists into it.

Hit after hit, trying to relieve the burning pain inside him.
He continued wailing out.

"Jimin- it's okay- what- just tell me what happened? Stop please stop..." Hoseok approached the hurting boy, his face also marked with trails of tears.
"Stop, please. You're bruising yourself-" he pleaded again.

He looked at his brother and felt his pain.

Jimin slammed the table one last time, took a moment, then stumbled towards Hoseok, still crying. "Hyung. She's dead." He whispered, the corners of his mouth trembling as he tried to hold back his tears.

Jimin fell down to his knees and screamed out once more, "Dead." He crouched on the floor and wept.

The apartment echoed with his grievance.

Hoseok, sniffling, finally grasping the situation, got down onto his knees and engulfed Jimin in his arms- resting his face on his shoulder.

He whispered, "I'm sorry." As he squeezed his brother harder, as he joined in and cried along.

"No no no-" Jimin began repeating countless times as he pushed away Hoseok and fumbled to get his phone out.

Calling: My number one fan

He stared at the screen, now appearing like a blurry mess from the fresh round of tears that were building up.

Jimin manically chuckled as he attempted to hold back his tears once again, "Maybe, maybe she's okay." He sniffled, eagerly waiting for the image on his screen to transition.

"Yeah. Yeah she's fine!" He hysterically repeated, desperately looking back and forth from the screen to his hyung.

He waited. Gnawing at his lips, he nervously waited. After what felt like an excruciatingly long time, sound echoed out from his phone:
"The number you have dialed-"

Before letting the operator finish, he threw his phone across the apartment, and stormed out.

Tears streamed down his face, he had just lost something he couldn't replace.

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The remaining six weren't enough to fill the asphyxiating empty feeling left in the dorm.

"Shouldn't we go? To collect her- identify her? I mean-" Jungkook stuttered, his red eyes becoming glossy again.

"No, it'll be mayhem over there. Her friends know, they're going." Yoongi replied, showing hate for the words he had just spoken.

"Maybe..." Namjoon trailed off.
He cleared his throat and tried speaking again, "Maybe she's okay?"

No one replied.

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Jimin got to use her apartment key sooner than he had planned.
Shaking, he entered. Slowly creeping in, stepping softly, almost as if he was trying to sneak up on her- to wake her up by surprise.

His tears left ice cold streaks down his cheeks, making him feel a burning heat each time a fresh reinforcement of tears rolled down.

He dragged his feet to Sena's bedroom, stopping as he approached the bed.

Tidy; untouched.

'So she'll never tidy her bed again?'  Jimin thought to himself as he carefully lay down.

'She'll never sleep here again?'

Jimin turned to his side and tightly grasped one of her pillows; he held it firm; he held it close to his chest.

"Was it always this cold here?" This time he spoke out loud into the empty apartment.
His trembling voice echoing off of the cold walls.

"It wasn't cold when she was here."

He closed his eyes and replayed every moment; when he bumped into her before her interview, when he took her sketchbook, when he first stayed by her side at night, when they met at the roof top, when she looked after him when he had a fever, when they first kissed. He thought everything over and over, torturing himself further each time he looped back. He thought about it all.

Their first kiss;

Their only kiss.

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A/N Yeah uhm Happy new year 💜💜💜💜💜💜🍑
Last night I had a dream that i was sleeping somewhere else, and i had sleep paralysis within my dream, i couldn't wake up from either dream

Thank you for reading ily all
IK I say this on every A/N but really it makes me so happy to see that people actually read tysm 💕

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