This is Not the End [On Going/Moved]

Chapter 6

A/N: Sorry updates are going slow on this, I have been really busy getting ready for school. I may update later next week after I settle into my dorm. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

No One's POV:

Growing up, Taehyung learned about life after death from the shamans and priests that came and practiced at his family's estate from time-to-time. A child of morbid curiosity, he found himself asking the religious men and women what happened to a person's soul when they left this world.

Never deterred when it was suggested that he focus his time on things of nature and the living, Taehyung would pry for days until they were left with no option except to indulge the child. But often times, no one gave the same answer, and thus caused a great deal of confusion to Taehyung.

Even as he got older, and eventually met Jungkook, the older could not give him a definitive answer. "You worry too much about the part of your soul's journey that you have no control over. I much prefer you discussing life over such dark topics. Just know, regardless of what happens in the afterlife, my soul will always be looking for yours." It was what the older always uttered softly to his lover, in those moments that Taehyung laid in his arms, and calmly drank in everything they shared amongst each other.

Back before everything disappeared from the young brunette's life with the swing of a blade, those words used to satiate his curiosity, and bring comfort to his fears of a wandering spirit life.

Now as his eyes remained closed, and body in a hypersensitive state of paralysis, Taehyung wondered what the afterlife had to offer him. He could hear nothing, smell everything, and feel every cell in his limp and heavy body buzz with a new sensation.

Taehyung imagined many different scenarios for what would greet him when he became concious in the spirit world. Those days after Yuri passed away, the boy had let his mind drift to all of the ways he would reunite with Jungkook in the next world. He thought that maybe he would wake up under his favorite cherry blossom tree, book on his chest as if he had fallen asleep reading, and Jungkook would approach him with a warm smile as he always did in life.

Or maybe he'd be in his lover's arms, waking up in bed with him as if it was any other morning. Perhaps Jungkook would be running to him with relief and happiness in his doe eyes, bunny smile wide as he wrapped Taehyung up in his strong embrace, lips crashing against one another. Jungkook would maybe be sad that Taehyung's life ended so quickly after his, maybe he'd have hoped the younger would live a wild and exciting life to be able to tell the older about later. But then Jungkook would be content that he had his soulmate back, that their spirits could rest together.

So many different scenarios had filled Taehyung's head after all of those days laying in bed as the disease overtook his body. However, what reality offered was vastly different from his expectations.

Rather than his beloved Jungkook being there to welcome him, it was a pensive Namjoon, sitting stiff on the cot beside him. Instead of a courtyard with beautiful blossoming trees, or a comfy futon, he was in the patient ward of the physician's dreary abode. Even if he couldn't feel the illness suffocating his body, causing him endless physical suffering, Taehyung knew he couldnt have died. Because if this was the afterlife, it was a sick joke.

Taehyung wanted to say something, but he was painfully aware of the severe dryness in his throat, and an overwhelming thirst that needed quenching. Namjoon seemed to understand this as he watched the younger closely. Observed with greatest amount of detail how his pupils dilated and constricted as he regained consciousness, read his thoughts when he realized he hadn't passed on.