1: 12:30

                                    

                                          
A/N: Hey everyone, Mid here again.
Just to let you know, you can also request me some songs so I can make it into a one shot if you want.
I'll continue to keep on writing, I hope you'll enjoy.
Talk to you all later, Mid out✌️
                          
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~Yoongi's Pov~
                          
As I heard the glass bottle shatter...I wondered if that was how our relationship was between each other...
                          
I sit by the bed where you rest, never to wake up again. I rest my head on my arm, trying to feel nothing and stay still like you...
                          
I put my head up and got up from the floor, seeing there's no point in doing any of this, seeing you were gone and I was the reason why. You were my everything, yet I was the one who made you go...
                          
I crouch down to get my pocket watch, it was the first gift you gave me when we first dated. I still remember the happy memories we had together and when you gave me the watch I remember you saying to me.
                          
'Here hyung, I got you this pocket watch. You can use it to see how much time we spend with each other' 
                          
I smiled at him.
                          
I smiled at how Jimin was always happy, I wasn't the one to show emotions but, he knew deep down that I felt happy.
                          
I felt happy being with him.
                          
~Yoongi's Flashback~
                          
As I stared into my pocket watch, I heard a familiar giggle, I looked up to see Jimin giggling and smiling at me.
                          
I smiled back at him, his smile grew wider at the sight of my gummy smile. He loved it when I got to show what I was feeling every once in awhile.
                          
Other than that, I felt emotionless at times, not knowing what to think or do anymore. I kept distant from Jimin despite all the time we've been together. I noticed he started to stay distant from me too.
                          
As time passed, I would always see him on the bed, his knees by his chest, his arms wrapped around his knees. Yet, I still looked at him, so emotionless. Desperate to reach out, but knowing I couldn't offer fake consolation. 
I stared to the big clock that was next to our bed, seeing it was almost nine o'clock.
                          
Jimin then got out of bed, he didn't bother to put on his shoes, and he walked barefoot with his black socks and dark blue coat with black pants.
                          
He walked out of the room.
                          
I followed Jimin, wanting to know where he was going. I caught up to him when we were both outside, I saw he grabbed a empty bottle from the floor and threw it towards me, missing me. He glared at me and I looked back at him in confusion.
                          
"Jimin, what are you doing?"
                          
"Having some time alone, hyung." Jimin answered coldly.
                          
I better not lose my happy Jimin because of what I'm doing, I thought to myself.
                          
"...I don't want to spend time with someone who won't love me like they used to."
                          
"Jimin, I do love you. You know this." I explained, grabbing his hands, hoping he would say, 'I know you do and I love you hyung too.'
                          
Instead I felt Jimin push my hands away, looking at me with loathing, then he walked away from me, leaving me alone outside the house in the middle of the night.
                          
I didn't even try to stop him, I knew our love was slowly dying. I closed my eyes, feeling the pain spread across my chest and burrow into my heart. I then walked back in the house, not looking back.
                          
The next day, I decided to talk to Jimin about our relationship. Jimin sat crossing his arms with a serious expression on his face.
                          
"What do you want to talk about hyung?" Jimin asked.
                          
"It's about our relationship." I said and Jimin scoffed.
                          
"Finally you bring it up." Jimin said.
                          
"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused.
                          
"Isn't it obvious hyung, we're losing the connection between us because you never change!" Jimin explained."I want to be with someone who's happy all the time, not all emotionless."
                          
I tried to explain...
                          
"But, Jimin I-"
                          
"I what hyung? Can't you see, I hate you!"Jimin snapped."I regret falling in love with you!"
                          
He then grabbed my pocket watch and threw it to the floor. It broke my heart seeing Jimin wasn't the same old him anymore.
Then suddenly anger fueled my actions and I grabbed both of his arms, not letting him go.
                          
"Let me go hyung!"
                          
He kept on fighting his way out and that's when I had enough.
                          
"Fine." I said."I'll let you go..."
                          
I then threw Jimin. I couldn't hear his neck crack as a glass bottle shattered, muffling the noise.
                          
I stood there, in front of the bed, staring at Jimin's dead body for what felt like hours. 
                          
What have I done...
                          
I didn't feel anything before yet now I only felt guilt and sadness. 
                          
I killed the one I loved and now I wouldn't ever see him again.
                          
I sat next to the bed, my knees were on my chest, my arms wrapped around my legs, my face almost hiding in my knees.
                          
I can't believe it...
                          
I can't believe what I did to you...
                          
~End of Yoongi's flashback~
                          
As I stared at my pocket watch, I held it tight. 
In the same place it was before, the same place where Jimin had thrown it; I stared at the broken glass bottle, the same bottle that muted the sound of Jimin's cracking neck. 
I turned to Jimin, seeing his body was also in the same place.
                          
The same way I had left him dead.
                          
I kneeled down by the bed, my head on my right arm, and my left holding the pocket watch. I let my eyes close and tried to stay the same way as Jimin was. 
                          
Still.
                          
Forever still.
                          
As I stayed in position, I heard the clock tick.
                          
I then realized...it was 12:30...