A/N P.O.V:

Y/N stroked Jimin's hair as he still remained hugging onto her. She wiped away her tears and placed a kiss on his head before pressing the button to call a maid.

Not long after, a maid arrived at her door with a large smile on her face that soon faded after seeing the scene that was on display before her.

" Yes miss? " she says with a bow.

" C-can you please set up the fireplace? " Y/N says with a sniffle. Jimin wrapped his legs around her waist so that he was straddling her and buried his head into the crook of her neck. His warm breaths on her neck sent shivers down Y/N's spine as she continued to stroke his hair.

" Of course miss. " the maid says, and begins placing the wood into the fireplace and lights it up with a matchstick.

" Thank you.. " Y/N says, trying to form a smile towards the kind maid.

The maid bows and exits the room, closing the door behind her. Now, all that could be heard was the wind whistling outside and the sound of the crackling wood in the fireplace.

" Jimin... " Y/N whispers. There was no response from him, only his steady breaths felt on her neck followed by light snores.

He's asleep?

Slowly pulling away from him, she smiles at his sleeping face and lays him down on the bed. Y/N sits up and stares at the raging fire as she thought,

Why do our lives have to be so tough? Can't we just live like normal people.... love like normal people? Today, he's cried in a way i've never seen before.. well, as a matter of fact, i've never seen him cry. But in a way, I'm glad that I was here.. I'm glad that he let out that accumulating bundle of emotions inside him... I'm glad that I was the one to lend him a shoulder to cry on.

She gazed into the fire, hypnotized by its dancing flames. The thick wood pieces in the fireplace were crackling and popping as the bright flame slowly ate away at it and turned it to black ashes, as if a shadow had corrupted its lively essence. The fire was like a tiny sun, casting long shadows over the rug and illuminating the room with a dull orange glow.

Her eyes roamed the room and landed on the vase of black roses. She stretched out and took a single rose out of the vase and brought it to her nose. Immediately, she scrunched her nose with furrowed eyebrows.

Huh? This smells... burnt. Wait a minute..

She looks over to the other flowers in the vase and picks out another one, examining it closely. She squints her eyes in the dim light and gasps when she sees a spot of red among the deep black petals.

These are red roses... he burnt them?

I take out my phone and type into the Google search bar,

What do red roses symbolize?

I open the first website and sigh,

Red roses stand for passion, true love, romance and desire. They are often used in marriage ceremonies and can mean that you are ready for commitment, and have a deep passion for that person.

Of course, why wouldn't I expect it? He's been through so much.. I wonder what it must feel like to be devoid of such emotions.

Her mind wandered to the black rose tattoo that adorned his back.

I'm pretty sure it means the same thing. I remember reading somewhere that a black rose tattoo is a symbol of grief and death, and is usually done in memory of someone passing away. It's also a symbol of rebellion and strength. I believe that doing these things instills the characteristics associated with it in a person, and I've seen it through Jimin. He was definitely rebellious but exuded agony and pain at the same time.. Oh how do I get him out of this?

Little did she know that her care for Jimin had re-ignited that flame of old in his heart, and this time, he had accepted and embraced it, never wanting to let it go again.

Jimin P.O.V :

I kept my eyes closed as Y/N laid me down to sleep. I opened my eyes to see her deep in thought, staring into the flames of the bonfire. I could see a tint of worry and sadness in her eyes. I was about to take her hand when she stretches out and takes a single black rose from my vase and smells it.

Uh oh..

From the way her face twisted, she knew that something was up and soon enough, she takes the other rose and notices a red spot.

Damn it..

My mind wanders to that day and it played like a movie in my head,

*Flashback*

A year ago.

Disgusting..

I thought as I barged into my room and dumped the bunch of red roses on my bed.

There's NO WAY that I'm keeping this shit.

" Jimin, please! It's not a big deal! " I hear her voice down the hall and not long after, standing at the entrance of my room.

" Mom, you know I hate these, and you want me to put THAT on his grave? He never liked them either! " I yell, trying not to lose my head completely.

" It's not like he's here to even notice- "

" Just leave. leave me alone!! " I yell, and she flinches.

" You're a spoiled brat, Park Jimin! " she yells and walks out, slamming the door closed behind her.

They never respected him when he was alive, now they have the audacity to treat him like shit after he's gone? No way. I've let it happen once. I'm not letting it happen again.

I sit in the chair at my dresser as my face twists in disgust at the red roses lying on my bed.

I know what they mean.. I know what they stand for.. I refuse to place this on his grave, and I never will.

I pull out a cigarette and my lighter and set it alight, bringing the cigarette to my mouth and suck in the grey stench and exhaling, puffs of smoke hung in the air, shifting like ghosts in the breeze. It obscured the room like fog in an alley on a humid night and twisted into the air, forming different shapes before disappearing out the balcony door.

An idea pops into my head as I glance at the roses on my bed once again.

Hmm.. why not?

I grab a rose and place my lighter under it. I watch as the flames begin to engulf the rose and its deep red now turns pitch black. It was as though the rose was held captive by a demon's cruel hand, its shadows towering over it and when the color of red was no more, i blew out the flames and all that was left was a burnt rose, its petals deformed but not to the point where the flower was unidentifiable.

Perfect...

I look at the rose in my hand, taking another suck off the cigarette, and blow the smoke onto the rose. It was the epitome of darkness, something that once held beauty, now just a shadow of what it used to be.

*End of Flashback*

I could see the realization make its way onto her face as she leans back into the bed, looking at the rose with a hint of sadness to her aura.

I'm sorry.. I'm sorry that I'm the cause of your sadness when I should be the reason behind your smile.

A/N P.O.V:

Y/N froze as she felt Jimin's arms wrap around her waist, pulling her down to lay beside him. She looked at his peaceful sleeping face as stroked his cheek, moving a few strands of his air away from his face.

She leans in and places a gentle kiss on his forehead and whispers,

" I love you. "

Surprisingly to her, Jimin's eyes snap open and he says,

" I love you too.. "

A/N : This is kind of a filler chapter, but also an important one! Good job if you noticed the story cover page reference in here ;) As always, it has the cringiest ending in the history of writing XD

Lots of love,

Kim