After a week, Jin lay in his house, in the room he once shared with Yoongi as he stared blankly at the ceiling. The bed beside him was adorned with full of Yoongi's belongings.

Beside Jin, his own phone buzzed continuously with messages and calls from his production team, acting company, and mainly Jungkook who had been checking in on him whether he was fine.

But Jin didn't respond to anything as he lay there emotionless, his gaze then fixed on the wall where a photo of him and Yoongi smiled back at him, mocking the happiness they once shared.

Yoongi's body had been laid to rest after he died but Jin couldn't bring himself to let go of his belongings and he took them all along with him – his phone, his clothes, his sketchbook and the wedding ring that bound them together, everything.

Despair consumed Jin.

Days passed in a blur of emptiness during which he neither ate nor slept.

With trembling hands, he reached out for Yoongi's clothes that was surrounded him, pulling them close as he buried his face in the fabric, desperate for Yoongi's presence. "Yoongi," he whispered hoarsely. "Yoongi, Yoongi, my Yoongi...."

He whispered his name repeatedly, lost in emotion at the loss of the man he loved more than life itself.

He then looked at the sketchbook on the bed. His trembling hands taking it as he hesitated to open it. There was a key wrapped in thread that secured the book closed.

(It's my sketch book lol. I bought it from Flipkart.)

This was Yoongi's final gift to him, a treasure Jin will always cherish.

With trembling fingers, he carefully unwrapped the thick thread and removed the key as he slowly opened the book.

The first page greeted him with a photo of himself and Yoongi, that was first captured in the innocence of their youth.

Memories flashed back as he traced the contours of their faces. It was a moment frozen in time, when they spent the time doing nothing but loving eachother dearly and dreaming something they had dared to dream together.

As he turned the page, his eyes widened at the sight before him.

His own face stared back at him, with stunning detail by Yoongi's skilled hand.

(I drew it. How is it?)

Yoongi had always been a great artist.

Tears gathered in his eyes as he traced the lines that showed Yoongi's thoughtfulness. The page had his picture, holding some peonies at the top left while there was a big peony drawn at the bottom right.

But it was the words written beside the big peony that brought Jin to his knees. "Beautiful just like the peonies," it read, the sweetest love from Yoongi to Jin.

And as he turned the pages, he was met with more drawings of himself, each one more beautiful than the last.

Tears streamed down his cheeks more as he flipped through the pages again and again, each one showing the depth of Yoongi's love.

He then realized that every page was filled with detailed drawings of himself. Each portrait was a masterpiece, capturing his features with so much details.

It was as if Yoongi had poured his soul onto the pages, making Jin's image come into life with each stroke of his pencil.

And as he went to the last page of the book, he eyes fell upon the last sorrowful lyrics of the song "Thought we built a Dynasty," written by Yoongi's hand.

But it was the last line that struck him the hardest: "But as I whisper these words, our chapter is coming to an end..."

How could their story come to such a tragic conclusion? How could he go on without Yoongi by his side?

But then, as he looked closer, he noticed something written at the bottom of the page. It was Yoongi's handwriting again.

"When my hyung sings this song to me," it read, "and it gets to this last line, I hope it won't be our last chapter that comes to an end. I hope there will be many more that will never end. I love you, Jin hyung. [Smiley face]"

Jin cried as he read those lines. In that moment, he felt Yoongi's presence beside him, as if his spirit was with him. He held the sketchbook close to his chest and cried more.

He couldn't bear the weight of his grief any longer.

With a heavy heart and trembling hands, he rushed to the kitchen, his mind consumed by thoughts of reuniting with Yoongi in the afterlife.

Gripping a knife tightly, he made his way back to the bedroom, his footsteps heavy with despair.

As he raised the knife to his throat to just slit it and die peacefully, a voice suddenly cut through the silence, commanding him to stop.

Startled, Jin froze in his tracks, his heart pounding in his chest as he glanced around the room, searching for the source of the voice, tears still streaming down his face.

"W-Who's there?" he called out with fear.

To his surprise, a figure suddenly appeared before him, with a puff of shimmering cloud of glitter.

Jin's grip tightened on the knife as he aimed it at the direction of the newcomer with wary eyes, his mind racing with questions.

"Who...Who are you?" he demanded. "And how did you enter my house?!"

But the boy before him just smiled gently. "I'm Jimin," he replied, his voice soft and soothing. "And I mean you no harm, Jin."

"H-How can I trust that you mean me no harm..?" Jin asked, his voice trembling.

Jimin chuckled softly. "Because,

...I'm an angel," he said simply. "And angels are here to protect and guide you through your life, not to harm."

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(Jimin - an angel from heaven)

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How was ittttt???

And the drawing was the suprise I was talking about!

I really wanted to draw more pics of Jin but I didn't have any time to finish them. So, I just went with that one which I drew some days ago.