8th member - bts

Breathe

The cold wind gently blows against the black fringe over his eyes. Yoongi felt his feet taking small little steps, he was sure he is going to do it yet he's still hesitant.

He closed his eyes and breathes, it's okay, Min Yoongi, you can do it.

Do it, Yoongi.

Come on.

What if.

So suddenly, thoughts clouded his mind.

Just

What if she saw me.

What if she saw this lifeless body on the ground.

What if she blamed herself.

What if she repeated your actions.

His squinted eyes stare at the bottom, the wind comforting him, either it was telling him that everything is going to be fine, and that he should believe in himself

Or it was telling him to stop.

This time, he really felt like a criminal.

He remembered all the music memos that's still kept safe in a file on his computer. 12 years of his passion for music, is he really going to put an end to it?

No, he still loves it. He still loves it like the day he discovers music. The day he wrote his first lyrics.

He remembered Namjoon, and the rest of his members. All the things they've done, all the love and time they had given to him. All the gratitude he has for them, will they ever know how big it really is?

He sees the image of the person who he loved the most in this world. Today, she's going to see him on the ground, his heart silent and his eyes no longer open to look at her with such fondness.

And now he finally realized how beautiful his life was.

Was.

But now,

Was that certain event worth his whole life?

He was so sure just a few minutes ago.

Was it worth it?

Yoongi.

Will you regret if the first thing she hears after she comes back was that Min Yoongi is dead?

Yoongi looked at his shoes, his eyes glassy and he was sure the wind could push him off.

But it didn't.

He didn't.

He took a step back, and then another, and another.

Yoongi's knees were weak when he finally reached a certain distance. He was shaking, breaths hastily escaping his mouth.

he buried his face into his hands,

And so suddenly, he was torn apart.

When he felt warmth behind him,

when she buried her face into his back.

" yoongi! " she mumbled, nuzzling her cheek repeatedly against his jacket. " yoongi yoongi yoongi yoongi yoongi." She repeated herself over and over again, his name never felt so precious and protected, his name that left her mouth with love and despair.

There was one second where everything stopped and Yoongi looked back.

Realizing that he wasn't dreaming, realizing that she's here. He has her.