A floating piece of wood coming from the ship drifted past Jungkook.

"Jim-Jimin," he stuttered, moving his hand to grab the plank.

"Get... get on t-the t-thing," he said, nudging his head towards the wooden surface barely big enough to carry a child.

His weak hand pulled the wood closer and pushed it towards Jimin.

"It's n-not big enough f-for both of us," Jimin objected, shaking his head as the feeling in his body started fading away.

"F-flower... get on.. the board," Jungkook ordered authoritevly, ignoring Jimin's argument as his eyelids started slipping shut from time to time.

Jimin took shuddering breaths, wanting to go against the young man again, but did as Jungkook said anyway, pulling himself onto the board even as his limbs were frozen.

"G-good..." Jungkook whispered, nodding his head though it looked more like he was twitching. "G-good..."

Jimin held Jungkook's hands in his own, feeling his only light in the dark and cold night grow weaker and weaker.

"Stay with me my prince... don't let go," he said quietly, "please don't let go..."

Jungkook's eyes kept closing, his conciousness slipping further and further away.

"I l-love you... s-so much," he mumbled, his brain starting to forget how to form words. "You are... m-my l-life..."

"No... don't say that... I'm not going on without you Jungkook stop," Jimin begged, tears escaping his eyes though they froze to his skin the moment they fell.

"F-flower," Jungkook said, putting Jimin's hand against his lips though there was no warmth to be found.

"P-promise me, you'll n-never f-forget to l-look up at t-the stars f-for me..." he said, his voice falling apart on the last words.

Jimin released a chocked sob, reaching out his trembling hand to stroke his prince's pale face.

"I p-promise... I promise Jungkook I promise," he cried, seeing Jungkook subtely edge his lips up into a soft, content smile at his answer.

Jimin waited for the next time Jungkook would open his eyes, hoping for the boy look at him again, look at him the way he had done the very first night they met. The way his eyes had widened with that smug smirk when he'd called Jimin beautiful. The way he'd cocked his head like a puppy and saw Jimin for who he was. His blunt questions, his romantic sayings, his kind heart. So much had grown from that first meeting, so much longing Jimin held for that look. So much he would give to see it again.

But the longer Jimin waited, the more blue Jungook's face became, and Jimin's vision started blurring as time went on.

The crashing waves that lulled Jimin to sleep swayed him around, bringing him into a dream he'd never remember.

Perhaps he'd dreamt of the night he and Jungkook danced together, in the warm light below the ship with people clapping and laughing and cheering. Perhaps it was the moment Jungkook had drawn him so elegantly, the tension and fear that had turned Jimin's cheeks red. Or maybe, their intimate night, when Jungkook had shown Jimin a feeling he'd never known before, the way a word could make one moan and a simple touch could make one swear.

A bright light shone through Jimin's dream, accompenied by the shouting of a man.

"Anyone? Is anyone alive?!"

Jimin's eyes fluttered as he squinted against the light.

Had god come to get him, was he finally dead?

As Jimin started waking up more he realised he wasn't gone yet, the wind still blowing through his hair and the cold freezing up his throat.

"Jungkook," Jimin squeeked, his voice coming out as a hoarse peep due to the frost.

Jimin looked at his prince, feeling his stomache revolt at the sight.

Jungkook laid frozen in the water, icecrystals bitterly decorating his rested face and his skin a blue greyish colour.

Jimin wanted to scream, yet his voice didn't allow it. All he could do was release heavy breaths and emmit small whines like a wounded dog as he peeled Jungkook's frozen fingers off his hand.

Jungkook's body sank down into the darkness of the ocean the moment he'd been let go, drifting out of exctistence to the bottom of the world.

Jimin was taking quick breaths with wide blown eyes, entering a state of utter panic at what he'd witnessed.

The boat with the light started getting further away and he was left with a choice.

Move on, or give up.

Jimin looked around at the horrifying sight of dead bodies floating around the dark mass, one by one dissapearing into the sea.

One of them that looked like a crewmember carried a whisle around his neck, drifting not too far away from Jimin.

Jimin followed his instincs now that his brain had shut off, dropping himself into the icecold water and trying his best to manouvre towards the crewmember.

He glanced at the boat that kept moving further away and focused to make his breathing less irregular.

He barely even felt the water sting as he swam, his body too numb to feel the pain.

Jimin grabbed the whisle from the dead crewmember and put it in his mouth, blowing on it with every breath of air his lungs still held.

Immediatly the light that had awakened him before shone right in his face.

"A survivor! Turn around!" A man yelled as the light blinded Jimin's eyes.

"A survivor!"

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Peep...

Peep...

Peep...

The high pitched sound coming out of a machine followed the same rythm as the ticking clock on the wall, filling the tiny hospitalroom as a heavy silence occured.

Two families stood by the bed, looking down and processing their thoughts as they had listened.

"Why have u never told us before dad," a woman with long brown hair pulled into a ponytail asked, holding her twelve year old son close as she dared look up at her father.

The man coughed a little, bringing up his spotted hand to shield his mouth.

"I suppose... I didn't want you to believe I hadn't loved your mother," he said, staring out in front of him with glassy eyes. "I did love your mother, I loved her dearly, but she had always known my heart had been split in two and taken by someone else. She treated me so well. Calming me when I woke up i  the middle of the night, sweating and crying, sobbing someone else's name. How that must've hurt, and still she stayed by my side..."

"But still... all this time dad?" A young man said with the same brown colour hair as the girl.

"Did you ever meet up with the friend? Taehyung?" The woman asked, sitting down on the side of her father's bed.

"No..." the frail man said, his voice hoarse and weak. "I was too afraid... and when I finally picked up the courage I heard he'd passed away from cancer..."

The old man's eyes drooped, coming to a sad realisation. "He never met the person his friend cared so much about. He never met the person his friend gave his life to save..."

The man coughed again, his eyes screwing shut as he shielded his face with his hand. "My brother never knew I had survived, and I never reached out to contact him. I wouldn't know where he is or if he's even alive."

Rubbing his dry lips the man continued, "you all know aunt Ella, she made it out with the help of her lover. Dear Namjoon... later I heard he'd decided to perish with the ship.."

The man sighed deeply, looking around at the beautiful children and grandchildren he had given the world.

"I always knew he was watching... looking at you from up above..."

A tear left his eyes, streaming down his wrinkly face aged with bitterness and pain.

"My prince..." the old man whispered, his voice shaky and trembling with grief. "He's waiting for me you know," he said with pursed lips as he tried not to cry, his dark eyes watering in a way the children had never seen before with their usually emotionless father.

For so long they had believed their fathed had been traumatized by just the events of Titanic. But it had been so, so much more.

"He's up there with the stars, shining bright the way he did when he was alive..." The man said as his shallow breaths became quicker, starting to release gutwrenching sobs that sounded so raw it made the room stiffen up.

"I'm so sorry dad," the woman said, her bottom lip trembling at seeing her father so vulnerable.

"It's okay," the man tried to sooth, rubbing his daughters arm hating to see her cry. "I'll be with him soon, I'll get to hold him again."

Never had the man shown this side of him to his children.

80 years old and always strong, until now.

The man's daughter, his son in-law, his grandson, his son, his daughter in-law, and his tiny baby grandaughter.

They all came in and buried him into a hug, knowing deep down that they were there to fill up the giant hole a young man from 60 years ago had left in their father.

And though Jimin found it odd, none of his children blinked an eye, and none of his children thought it weird, when he'd told them a story of two men who'd fallen in love and shared a soul, so many decades ago, on a great ship in the atlantic.

Park Jimin
1891 - 1971

Jeon Jungkook
1893 - 1912

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Yeah... so thanks for reading, cried a little writing this so you didn't suffer alone✌

Wrote this cus titanic made me go emo for a sec

Love yourself because you're wonderful♡

xxx koyasmom