Crumbling To Dust
Still he screamed, pounded on his chest, begged for him to wake up, though a part of him knew it was useless, couldn't be done, didn't matter.
His screams stilled to sobs. "Hyung...please...wake up..."
"He won't."
Jimin turned, rivers of tears streaking down his pale face.
Jungkook was standing there. In his hand was a note. He offered it to Jimin, looking down at his shoes.
Jimin stumbled over to Jungkook and took the note from his hand. He read it over and over again, choking in shock. He threw it down. "You-you-"
Jungkook took a step back. "I'm sorry! I didn't know-"
"Didn't know what? That he would die? That he would still die even though he didn't want to? Jungkook-you can give them things, but they CAN'T GIVE THEM BACK! THE DOOR WAS DESIGNED THAT WAY!!!" Anger gripped him, and his mouth moved faster than he could think. "What were you THINKING??! You KILLED him! You MURDERER!!"
Jungkook flinched, and his eyes glazed over.
Footsteps rang in the hall, and Suga turned the corner into the room. He froze once he saw Jin. "Oh...hyung..." he moaned.
The others ran into the room but stopped. "Oh...god..."
Jimin wasn't finished, though. "How COULD YOU??! You literally-actually-"
Suga came next to Jimin. "What did Jungkook do?"
Jungkook looked up, tears trickling down his face. "Please...I really didn't know that I-that he-"
He didn't have time to finish. Jimin told Suga everything.
Suga's eyes hardened. He took a step towards Jungkook, then shook his head and left, muttering "Murderer".
Jungkook turned to Suga. "Wait...please..." He started to follow Suga, pleading for him to listen.
Jimin went back to Jin and the others, who were crying and holding his hand.
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