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They took off, round the back of the old house and towards the winding path that lead to the deserted beach. Hearts beating wildly at the thought of an end to something bigger than themselves. Jungkook practically dragged Jimin down the beach, until the boy tripped, the world swaying violently from left to right. Jungkook skidded to a stop, scrambling towards his lover as he saw the authorities coming closer.
"Come on! I need you to get up." he said between tears trickling down his cheeks. Jimin looked up at him and touched his cheek, wiping away the tears. "I need you go run, Jungkook. Run and don't stop, please" he mutters between laboured breaths. Boy, had he spent hours, weeks, years looking at the stars. Yet nothing came close to being as beautiful as the boy before him. The one with a piece his heart, forever and always.
"I-I can't go back to them. I can't go back to them" he said, wiping tears away only to be replaced by fresh ones. He was getting up and Jimin wished to say all the things he never got to say, the things he knew. He could only look towards the sky, the corn blue sky and wonder. Wonder what life would have been like had he stayed here on Earth. Would they have met, would he be the same person he was today. None of it mattered, not when he felt himself slipping away. He just wanted to remember it all. That kiss, that last sense of feeling.
Jungkook ran, he could hear their shouts growing louder. He stumbled, once, twice and then fell. He could see the officer reachig him and scrambled to his feet. "Stop!" the officer had shouted. Or maybe he'd said something else, his words eaten up by the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore.
Jungkook kept going, kept pushing and pushing himself to leave Jimin behind. To live for the boy he'd loved. He would've have made it.....
Instead metal hooks found their way through air and attached themselves to the back of his shirt. 50,000 volts of energy coursing through his body paled in comparison to the way he felt when Jimin's lips were against his own. Lips he'd never feel again.
Oh, how he would do it all again, every mistake, every stolen word. Even if it came to the same tragic ending, he'd do it again. Just to feel like that. To feel like a million stars.
