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"How are we gonna find the gate?"

Jimin asked, reading through the recent newspaper — filled with the news of their death.

Yoongi was the one coloring Jimin's hair, putting on the dye and brushing it here and there, having some foil around.

"I don't know, we'll look around, maybe your blood is still there?"

Snorting, Jimin glanced at the date on the newspaper.

"You don't think they've renovated the roads? It's surely gone by now."

Shaking his head, Yoongi softly smiled, hands working carefully.

"The blood exists beyond the physical world though. If they were smart and didn't just layer the roads, it should be where it was last. Dried up, but it should it be there. Our organic substances last longer other than wings, hopefully, it lasts longer than a hundred years."

Letting out a hum of understanding Jimin slightly nodded.

"Are you almost done? I gotta work on yours, now."

"Yeah, just a second."

As he said, it just took a few seconds before he handed over the job to Jimin.

Getting up, Jimin emptied the seat for Yoongi, happily skipping over to wash his hands and get more water before returning.

"I'm a bit sad that your blue hair has to go. You look really good with it."

Yoongi pouted.

"You don't think I felt the same with you in blonde? You looked like a prince."

Chuckling at the comment, Jimin started his work on Yoongi's hair.

Before actually starting though, he trailed his hands down to Yoongi's cheeks and lightly pinched them.

"I still can't believe we went through all the first stages of a relationship as humans. You were so cute and flustered!"

He felt Yoongi's cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Shut up. That was Seowon."

Laughing loudly, Jimin finally got started on the process.

"Seowon is you. Juseon is me. Just the second living part of us."

"I guess. It's strange to think about. It makes sense why the name felt so weird, now."

Then, Yoongi laughed loudly.

"You wrote a book about us! It was really well done, too. Wow, Jimin-ah, I'm proud of you."

The remark brought a blush to Jimin's face. His chest warmed at the compliment.

"Thanks..."

"You even had the names so close to being to our real ones, how did you decide the names?"

Jimin hummed, trying to remember as he worked on Yoongi's hair.

"I think I named them last. I wrote the whole book with substitute names. And after thinking it a billion names, I felt those two had the closest feeling to the characters."

"That's weird."

Scrunching his nose towards the comment, Jimin lightly pulled on Yoongi's hair to let him know his annoyance.

"Ow—"

"You try writing a book and talk, it's not that easy."

Jimin huffed, then instantly dropped the topic, remembering something important.

"Do you think anyone who knew us has heard the news of our death? And, seen that our souls haven't been found yet?"

"I don't think so. I think they think our souls are still forming, maybe they haven't started the search yet? They might be waiting around the death scene, though. It's better to avoid that area."

"Yeah"

"Don't slow down on this, come on. You can't be the only black-haired beauty around."

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After they washed their hair and had it dried, they sat down on the couch of the living room, unsure of their next move.

"Should we head to the gate, now? We should have some hoodies on us just in case we have to switch back, to hide our faces."

Yoongi nodded at Jimin's words; that was the best possible solution for now.

"Do we have anything else we gotta finish before going?"

Yoongi's question made Jimin pause, eyes casting down a little before the latter nodded.

"Hm? What is it?"

Heart falling at the sadness radiating from Jimin, Yoongi scooted closer in worry.

Jimin looked up at him, eyes glistening.

"My mother."