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*watching and listening to you. I did with everything i could muster to get you to understand that you were needed here. I don't think i would be able to handle it anymore if someone else i cared about die. At least not right now. In such state i couldn't be here. I you didn't understand, I would have to chain your down some kind of way. Maybe with some help from the family and taemin.

*tears were falling from my face and I couldn't do anything but hold my stomach and I moved to stand up* hyung... *i was about to speak as your face seemed empty. Hallow. Like you were just hearing only half of what i was speaking. Those were the same looks Jimin was giving when he was becoming numb to things because of his own reality he was put in with your disappearance..
 
*My hand grabbed Maliks shirt to give a small pull to grip your arm. it wasn't for the fact that I heard my name, did i look away from the other. For a short moment, my heart seem to have skipped a few beats or it was beating faster. I couldn't decipher which. I paused. I froze. I literally froze like i was stuck in ice.

i know that voice... "kai..." that's me... I'm kai... But it can't be can it? *my eyes searched and shifted my brows furrowed.

That sound of familiarity hit me straight in the face as I turned to look towards the way my name sounded. There, a ghost. I saw a ghost. I saw that face I've been wanting to see so much. For so long. That face that had been missing for years. That face... My jaw dropped instantly and my eyes wide, with an escape of breath.

My hand dropped from maliks arm as I was too much into trying to understand if this was real or not. I didn't even come to register what the hell you were seeing. I needed to focus my eyes as I stared in silence.

I there there would have been able to be crickets chirping for a good moment before anyone spoke anything and I was the first to break the ice* J-jimin?... *my heart caught itself again before i moved from my spot* jimin... hyung? *my voice kind of cracked as I stumbled to you with much haste and my hand moved to his cheek and my eyes wide with tears as I spoke* Is it really you? *i said and pulled you into as much of a deep tight hug i could give.

I hugged you like my life depended on it* I've ing missed you so damn much. *i said burying my head into your shoulder*

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The flickering light of a single candle cast shadows across the dark room, dancing over Suga’s face as he leaned forward, staring deeply into the flame. To anyone else, it was simply a candle. But to him, it was a window—a door into the life he’d been missing, a way to see into the moments he could no longer be a part of.

There, through the faint, shimmering reflection, he caught the hazy image of Malik standing in his home, face etched with emotions that even Suga had a hard time reading. And there, beside him, stood Jimin, the phoenix who had returned after what felt like lifetimes. Dirt clung to his clothes, his face was smudged, yet somehow, in his simplicity, he looked almost radiant. It made Suga’s fingers twitch, that feeling of longing mixed with an odd, visceral envy.

He smirked, feeling the bitter edge of his emotions start to rise. “Of course, you’d come back,” he whispered to himself, his voice a soft hiss in the stillness of the room. “Nothing can keep a phoenix down, can it?” The words tasted like smoke, a reminder of his own affinity for fire and the memories of past flames—literal and figurative—that he had stoked in this family.

Suga’s mind flashed back to the moment he’d set Minho alight. He felt the familiar thrill that always came with watching flames consume something… or someone. But now, that thrill had dimmed, like the embers of a fire left unattended. Malik was gone. Jimin was gone. And in their absence, he found himself hollow, devoid of the purpose that had always come with his twisted jealousy and possessiveness. Malik had been his rival, his anchor. Jimin had been the one to challenge him, to make him feel alive with the sting of rivalry.

It was strange. You’d think that without them, he’d find peace. But the silence of it all—the lack of someone to feud over, someone to possess—was deafening.

He continued to watch through the candle’s flame, weaving his gaze through the other reflective surfaces in Malik’s home. Mirrors, polished metal, the faint shine of a glass left on the table. Glorificus had taught him well; her gift allowed him to see without being seen, to invade without anyone suspecting a thing. A small smile crept over his lips. His aunt, or grand-aunt, or whatever she was in this tangled web of a family, knew her way around secrets. They shared that much.

He focused back on Malik and Jimin, noting every expression, every subtle shift in their postures. His heart thudded with something he almost didn’t recognize. Was it excitement? Fear? Some twisted form of hope? Whatever it was, it clawed at him, bringing his long-dormant emotions to the surface.

He closed his eyes briefly, feeling the pull of his own thoughts. If Malik was back… if Jimin was back… perhaps things weren’t as dead as they’d seemed. Perhaps the sparks that had once ignited his life, that fierce passion he couldn’t live without, could still be rekindled.

In a soft, almost tender voice, he whispered, “Welcome home… I’ve missed you more than I’d ever admit.” And as the candle flickered again, he felt a surge of anticipation. The family was as dysfunctional as ever, but maybe that was the only way they truly worked.



Suga's Inner Thoughts

"Of course, it had to be Jimin," Suga thought, feeling a twist of something bitter and sharp deep within his chest. "The phoenix who always rises, who Malik can never quite let go of."

For so long, Suga had harbored that fierce jealousy, the possessiveness that had shaped so much of his world. Without Malik and Jimin, there had been no fire, no friction, nothing to push against. A hollow emptiness had filled his days, a silence that only made him feel more… lost.

He ran a finger along the edge of the candle flame, feeling its heat without flinching. "What am I, without you two here?" he mused, as if speaking to Malik and Jimin themselves, though they couldn't hear him. "Is this what peace is supposed to feel like? This empty quiet that feels more like a punishment?"

Glancing back at the reflection, he saw Malik’s face, that familiar gaze, the stance he remembered all too well. And Jimin, looking as if he’d just clawed his way back from the depths, dirt clinging to his clothes but somehow still carrying that aura, that presence that made Suga’s blood boil and sing all at once.

Part of him wanted to look away, to pretend he didn’t care, that their return didn’t matter. But he couldn’t. This was what he’d been waiting for, even if he’d never admit it aloud. He’d missed the rivalry, the arguments, the push and pull of their presence. He’d missed feeling alive.

“They’re back,” he whispered to himself, a dark smile curling on his lips. “And maybe… so am I.”

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**Scene**

The rain had been falling steadily for hours, soaking Typhoon as he stood before Jimin’s gravestone, his eyes downcast, lost in memories and grief. The tombstone, slick with rain, was just another reminder of the years he had spent speaking to a figure who could not answer. But tonight, something felt different. He whispered, almost to himself, “Aren’t you a Phoenix, Appa? Aren’t you supposed to rise from the ashes?”

Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the gravestone—but tonight, there was no ghostly presence, no whisper in the wind. Just the relentless rain, pooling at his feet, and the ache in his chest. The absence was a wound he could not see but felt deep within him, gnawing at the edges of his soul.

Then, an unfamiliar pull began to tighten within him, a thread drawn taut, urging him to turn away from the stone, from the rain, from everything he had known in his vigil here. The feeling was undeniable, whispering to him like an instinct, calling him home.

Without another word, Typhoon left the grave, moving quickly through the rain-soaked streets, lightning flashing and thunder rolling as he reached the house. There, he stood in the doorway, his figure backlit by the storm, watching the impossible unfold.

Inside, Malik stood transfixed, his wineglass shattered. And there, covered in dirt and time, was Jimin—alive, as if returned from the depths of an eternity that death could not claim.

Typhoon’s voice, soft and reverent, broke the silence, “Appa-…” And as he stood there, the storm outside began to quiet, as if the world itself had found peace in this reunion.

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**Character Reflections** *(Astral Plane Perspectives)*

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**Typhoon’s Reflection**
*(Thoughts following the events)*

*"I feel like I’ve been carrying an ocean inside me, waiting for a storm that might never come, hoping each time I returned to the grave that I might somehow feel him again. But tonight… tonight, something truly shifted. I couldn’t see him at the grave—no, not even his spirit there—but the rain, the way it just hit the stone with nothing underneath… it felt like a sign, something undeniable.*

*When I saw him, standing there in the house, covered in the earth like he had clawed his way out of the very bones of the world to come back to us, something inside me released. The storm quieted. I felt the ground beneath my feet and the storm within me settle, as if the universe itself recognized him. And as I called him ‘Appa… I felt whole again, like a missing piece of me had finally come home."*

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**Malik’s Reflection**
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*"Seeing him standing there… Jimin, covered in dirt and silence, it’s as if I’m staring at a miracle—a miracle that I prayed for but never truly expected to happen. The wine slipped from my hand, but it was like I didn’t feel it, like all that existed in that moment was him. Every pain, every sacrifice, every prayer—this is what it was for. I can feel it now, like my heart is bleeding open and I’m both terrified and thankful.*

*But there’s something else, too. There’s this fear, a whisper at the back of my mind. Because if he’s here… what did he go through to come back to us? I can see it in his eyes, layers of experience I can’t even begin to fathom. But for now, he’s here, and maybe that’s enough.”*

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@ｍａｌｉｋ ⁱⁿᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0deloq_VqGs

@ｍａｌｉｋ ⁱⁿᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPSshiEsYh0

@ｍａｌｉｋ ⁱⁿᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ *Now it was pouring down more than ever. The rain hitting at that of the earth as if punishing the earth for not keeping its promise. It was true that the other was gone. And a tragic come to pass. Months explored to years. Time didn't remain still for no one. Not even the one who's dead.

Time froze for those still living as it seem never ending that i was gone. I'd often see kai come to my still place. Bringing flower. Unknowing that I was there. Watching him.* I'm sorry Kai.. I wasn't strong enough to wait... like you were. *i looked at your belly and sighed* sorry for putting you through the pain as well. You're carrying a heavy load. I know you will take good care of them.

*i rubbed and massaged kai's hair and watched him. I was often confined back to my home and also to the cemetery. I was stuck in those places. These were my worlds for many years. Unmoving. I wondered to leave away from the cemetary and i would revert back to my home. I sighed as it was just dark and gloomy there. I would walk around the atmosphere. It was depressing. I picked up on some time later that kai would go to my place to collect some things. So i would often be there with him.

I watched him suffer. Get sicker then he should've been. I saw how fragile he was getting. His movements became less and he suffered more. And with taemin gone, it became unbearable to watch at time. But he would still come. Unknowing of his baring fate, i would keep him warm when he fell asleep in my bed. at least it felt like i was helping even though i probably wasn't.

I would keep him company as he would confine in my place as well as his. Soon this became repetitive for a couple of weeks, months. even the first few years. About the third year. Kai gotten overbaringly sick and weak. He couldn't make the trips. he became less and then no more. Key would come ever few weeks. SInce he was busy. I stopped coming home and stayed at the cemetery. I looked for kai any place. when key would come, he would always speak about what happened. that's how I knew what happened to kai.

The pain hurt, and it made things worse when i thought about malik. How i would never see him ever again. It's been many years and he wasn't coming back* i do apologize malik. for turning you away. And now i turned kai away. and the rest of my family is torn and moving on. I was truely gone. At times it get me that im officially gone.

I would hurt, but i couldn't weep. I was stuck with the feels of unfeeling. I sighed and sit at the cementey and after years. I saw kai. And he was helped with taemin. My heart would have sunk. I was happy. Maybe things would turn around with having help he was no longer suffering alone anymore. I was happy. I moved up towards taemin* you better treat him better. I will kick your in i guess. the next life. *i sighed and moved sitting down

Even if malik were to come back. I won't be there. If he comes back. *i held my arms. wrapping them around my body and frowning* im sorry malik. I need you to continue to live. And go back to your family... For me.... Stay alive... for me.. *i looked at my name on the stone and frowned more raising a hand up to it.* jimin. you dumb idiot...

More years slipped by and It was growing colder. I kept seeing them and they would changed things. new flowers and dusting off the stone and around. One day kai came alone. I'm sure he came without the acknowledge of the other. It was so kai. he was sitting. I walked in on him from home when i heard someone crying. It brought me here to the grave. I looked at him and shook my head* you idiot. why are you here? You will get sick..

*we were there for some hours and finally he was leaving. but he waited to late to leave. he was in pain. I stood by the steps as I watched him get into the car. i frowned as they drove off. I walked back up to the grave* time slips by too much. I don't even know how long it's been. I sat on side my grave and traced my name. I was unknown to what happened after kai left. But suddenly there was a glow to my stone and suddenly i saw my hand began to disappear* .... wait... hold on. Am I crossing over? *i stood up and watched myself disappear* wait.. im not ready... i don't know how long it will take to come back. I don't want to leave kai alone... I'm suppose to watch after him.... Who's going to watch after him? well i guess taemin will. But anyways not yet.,.. i want to stay a bit longer.

I looked at the site and other stones and then my eyes came in contact with light. I sighed and closed my eyes. It was my time. the tomb glowed and i was whisking away into the air of tomorrow*

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*pulling myself up from the gravel of the earth, A deep gasping of my breath hit hard as I seem to breath heavily with capturing my first breath.Coughing and half way out, I digged the rest of my way out and took a breath as I pulled the rest out when i was at my legs. I fell from the pile that was up like a hill. I was coughing a bit more. I saw my hands.. they were flesh. I pushed up from them and moved to my knees* it can't be... there is no way... *i said and turned my hands looking at them. they were dirty but there. I felt my face. It was then when i heard the thunder and saw the lightening. it was then that i realized i was feeling rain. I looked up and the crisp wetness hit my cheeks and face. I took another deep breath and suddenly it was coming to me. I closed my eyes as it began to soak me up. I spread my arms out and soaked up the rain. I enjoyed it. It felt good. it's been years. I looked down* i need to go tell kai...

I looked in the direction he went and moved rushing off in that way. Stumbling along the way a few times as it was years since i've done this. But i did my best with running. i'm back baby!!!! and im not leaving you alone again... i said in my head and ran off 'don't leave... please... If you are at my home... stay there.... Don't leave... alright.... just wait for me.' I ran as fast i could as the rain poured down. Running most of the way there. I rushed as i pulled out my wings and knowing this was a dumb idea but i needed to get there. I felt the liquid as it hit me and my wings. I flew as much as I could. the rain pouring hard and the hitting of my feathers, I groaned as I nearly dropped a few times. the wetter they got the harder it was to move. I raced for time and I dropped in a puddle. Splashing myself, but luckily it was near the home. I moved and groaned holding my side and walked as my wings dragged the pavement.

i blew out air as my breath gotten cold since the rain was freezing. I coughed out some and I reached the house. the door was open and i walked in. Thank you for not locking it kai... at least this time. I moved and moved through the door and as the water dripped. I shook slightly from being freezing. the heat i was supposed to bare made me feel the rain that much more. I walked up the stairs as I heard the loudness and i sensed the smell of flower. I sighed and reached the room. My ears drowned out with the water dripping and i took a breath and panting slightly from as much work as I needed to do and muster. I removed my hand from my side and pushed open the door. The brightness of the light hitting me since i was in darkness and even outside. it was dark.

I shielded my eyes with my palm as I took a step and removing my arm as i waited for the light to dim.

I was drenched, and I was covered in a bit of dirt while soaked. my wings behind me and fallen. I had jeans, a shirt. dirt again but wet* kai... *my voice spoke to him as my eyes adjusted..*

@ｋｉｅｒａｎ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ... The memory of that day crashed over me, bringing with it the ache of Kieran’s words as he delivered the truth I had missed—truth that had settled into the silence left in Jimin's absence. I could still see Kieran standing there, holding those pieces of Jimin’s life: his favorite scarf, the worn bag that had traveled with us on so many quiet walks, and a picture that had once been my world. I’d thought I was seeing a ghost when Kieran came toward me, carrying the weight of Jimin’s memory like a lifeline and a wound all in one.

But nothing hit me as hard as Kieran's voice, breaking with the words I had dreaded but hadn’t been able to confront: Jimin is gone. He’d blamed himself for my disappearance. That guilt had gnawed at him, consumed him, and in the end, I wasn’t there to pull him back, to be the anchor he’d always been for me.

The love we had, the life we’d built together—it was gone, taken in the years I had lost, and the knowledge of it clawed at me, hollowing me out from the inside. This wasn’t just loss; it was a haunting, a truth I could never escape, no matter how far I tried to run.

And now, Kieran’s pleas cut through me like a blade, tearing open wounds I hadn’t let myself feel fully until now. I could see it in his eyes—he couldn’t bear to lose me too, not after everything he’d already endured. I wasn’t just Malik; I was a piece of a bond that had shaped us all. To leave now, to give in, would be to betray the love Jimin and I had shared, a love that Kieran had seen and respected, even when he carried his own grief.

So I let his words anchor me, drawing me back from the edge. Not for myself, but for them—for Jimin’s memory, for the family I still had here, for the loyalty Kieran was showing me in his own quiet way. The weight of it pressed into me, forcing me to stay grounded, to remember that no matter how dark it got, I couldn’t abandon the people who still needed me.

As I held onto that, I let Kieran’s grip and his words settle into my heart, promising myself that, somehow, I would stay. For Jimin, and for all the pieces of him that still lived on in those who loved him.The memory of that moment, Kieran’s words and the look in his eyes, hit me like a storm. Fourteen years. Fourteen years of nothing but shadows, and I came back to this—a quiet room filled with the weight of everything we had lost. And Jimin… Jimin was gone. The kid who used to look up to me, who saw something in me worth holding onto, even when I couldn’t see it myself. The one who tried to make sense of everything in his way, carrying burdens that weren’t his to bear.

I still remember how Kieran’s voice had broken, low and weighted, his hands trembling with those little pieces of Jimin’s life he’d kept all this time. The scarf, the bag—small things, but with a history I couldn’t touch anymore. Seeing him hold onto those fragments as if they could bring Jimin back… it gutted me. And somehow, he found the strength to look at me, to tell me the truth, to make me face the pain I hadn’t been there to witness.

He didn’t ask for anything, didn’t demand an explanation or even my grief. But in that silence, as he held those memories, I knew what he was telling me: my disappearance had left a scar, one that went far deeper than I’d imagined. It wasn’t just me who had suffered in the years I’d been gone. Jimin had paid the price for my absence, and that was something I couldn’t just brush aside.

I didn’t know what to say then. I barely knew what to feel now. But the image of Kieran sitting there, holding onto pieces of a life that I’d missed, haunted me. The reality of it twisted something deep inside, and the echo of his words—of Jimin blaming himself—left a stain I knew wouldn’t fade.

And now, when he looked at me, pleading with me not to go, not to give in, I could feel the weight of that history bearing down. He’d already lost one of us. The thought of him losing me too, after all these years, felt almost cruel. No… it was cruel. Kieran had already buried Jimin; he didn’t deserve to carry my ghost as well.

That memory, the quiet sorrow in Kieran’s eyes, became a tether. I felt it now as he held my arm, as he begged me to stay, to remember the people I had left behind. The part of me that had wanted to escape, to let go, was still there, but his words reminded me of a debt, a connection I couldn’t ignore. For once, I realized it wasn’t about me—my pain, my anger—it was about those who were still here, still holding on. And I knew, somehow, I had to find a way to hold on with them.

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*Now it was pouring down more than ever. The rain hitting at that of the earth as if punishing the earth for not keeping its promise. It was true that the other was gone. And a tragic come to pass. Months explored to years. Time didn't remain still for no one. Not even the one who's dead.

Time froze for those still living as it seem never ending that i was gone. I'd often see kai come to my still place. Bringing flower. Unknowing that I was there. Watching him.* I'm sorry Kai.. I wasn't strong enough to wait... like you were. *i looked at your belly and sighed* sorry for putting you through the pain as well. You're carrying a heavy load. I know you will take good care of them.

*i rubbed and massaged kai's hair and watched him. I was often confined back to my home and also to the cemetery. I was stuck in those places. These were my worlds for many years. Unmoving. I wondered to leave away from the cemetary and i would revert back to my home. I sighed as it was just dark and gloomy there. I would walk around the atmosphere. It was depressing. I picked up on some time later that kai would go to my place to collect some things. So i would often be there with him.

I watched him suffer. Get sicker then he should've been. I saw how fragile he was getting. His movements became less and he suffered more. And with taemin gone, it became unbearable to watch at time. But he would still come. Unknowing of his baring fate, i would keep him warm when he fell asleep in my bed. at least it felt like i was helping even though i probably wasn't.

I would keep him company as he would confine in my place as well as his. Soon this became repetitive for a couple of weeks, months. even the first few years. About the third year. Kai gotten overbaringly sick and weak. He couldn't make the trips. he became less and then no more. Key would come ever few weeks. SInce he was busy. I stopped coming home and stayed at the cemetery. I looked for kai any place. when key would come, he would always speak about what happened. that's how I knew what happened to kai.

The pain hurt, and it made things worse when i thought about malik. How i would never see him ever again. It's been many years and he wasn't coming back* i do apologize malik. for turning you away. And now i turned kai away. and the rest of my family is torn and moving on. I was truely gone. At times it get me that im officially gone.

I would hurt, but i couldn't weep. I was stuck with the feels of unfeeling. I sighed and sit at the cementey and after years. I saw kai. And he was helped with taemin. My heart would have sunk. I was happy. Maybe things would turn around with having help he was no longer suffering alone anymore. I was happy. I moved up towards taemin* you better treat him better. I will kick your in i guess. the next life. *i sighed and moved sitting down

Even if malik were to come back. I won't be there. If he comes back. *i held my arms. wrapping them around my body and frowning* im sorry malik. I need you to continue to live. And go back to your family... For me.... Stay alive... for me.. *i looked at my name on the stone and frowned more raising a hand up to it.* jimin. you dumb idiot...

More years slipped by and It was growing colder. I kept seeing them and they would changed things. new flowers and dusting off the stone and around. One day kai came alone. I'm sure he came without the acknowledge of the other. It was so kai. he was sitting. I walked in on him from home when i heard someone crying. It brought me here to the grave. I looked at him and shook my head* you idiot. why are you here? You will get sick..

*we were there for some hours and finally he was leaving. but he waited to late to leave. he was in pain. I stood by the steps as I watched him get into the car. i frowned as they drove off. I walked back up to the grave* time slips by too much. I don't even know how long it's been. I sat on side my grave and traced my name. I was unknown to what happened after kai left. But suddenly there was a glow to my stone and suddenly i saw my hand began to disappear* .... wait... hold on. Am I crossing over? *i stood up and watched myself disappear* wait.. im not ready... i don't know how long it will take to come back. I don't want to leave kai alone... I'm suppose to watch after him.... Who's going to watch after him? well i guess taemin will. But anyways not yet.,.. i want to stay a bit longer.

I looked at the site and other stones and then my eyes came in contact with light. I sighed and closed my eyes. It was my time. the tomb glowed and i was whisking away into the air of tomorrow*

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https://i.imgur.com/K5wcAYi.jpeg

part 2::

*pulling myself up from the gravel of the earth, A deep gasping of my breath hit hard as I seem to breath heavily with capturing my first breath.Coughing and half way out, I digged the rest of my way out and took a breath as I pulled the rest out when i was at my legs. I fell from the pile that was up like a hill. I was coughing a bit more. I saw my hands.. they were flesh. I pushed up from them and moved to my knees* it can't be... there is no way... *i said and turned my hands looking at them. they were dirty but there. I felt my face. It was then when i heard the thunder and saw the lightening. it was then that i realized i was feeling rain. I looked up and the crisp wetness hit my cheeks and face. I took another deep breath and suddenly it was coming to me. I closed my eyes as it began to soak me up. I spread my arms out and soaked up the rain. I enjoyed it. It felt good. it's been years. I looked down* i need to go tell kai...

I looked in the direction he went and moved rushing off in that way. Stumbling along the way a few times as it was years since i've done this. But i did my best with running. i'm back baby!!!! and im not leaving you alone again... i said in my head and ran off 'don't leave... please... If you are at my home... stay there.... Don't leave... alright.... just wait for me.' I ran as fast i could as the rain poured down. Running most of the way there. I rushed as i pulled out my wings and knowing this was a dumb idea but i needed to get there. I felt the liquid as it hit me and my wings. I flew as much as I could. the rain pouring hard and the hitting of my feathers, I groaned as I nearly dropped a few times. the wetter they got the harder it was to move. I raced for time and I dropped in a puddle. Splashing myself, but luckily it was near the home. I moved and groaned holding my side and walked as my wings dragged the pavement.

i blew out air as my breath gotten cold since the rain was freezing. I coughed out some and I reached the house. the door was open and i walked in. Thank you for not locking it kai... at least this time. I moved and moved through the door and as the water dripped. I shook slightly from being freezing. the heat i was supposed to bare made me feel the rain that much more. I walked up the stairs as I heard the loudness and i sensed the smell of flower. I sighed and reached the room. My ears drowned out with the water dripping and i took a breath and panting slightly from as much work as I needed to do and muster. I removed my hand from my side and pushed open the door. The brightness of the light hitting me since i was in darkness and even outside. it was dark.

I shielded my eyes with my palm as I took a step and removing my arm as i waited for the light to dim.

I was drenched, and I was covered in a bit of dirt while soaked. my wings behind me and fallen. I had jeans, a shirt. dirt again but wet* kai... *my voice spoke to him as my eyes adjusted..*

@ｍａｌｉｋ ⁱⁿᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ *at the words about you speaking about that you were going to end it.. I turned towards you* don't! We've lost too many people here. I've lost too many people. I've only just got you back.. And you're trying to end it as well? WHy would you do that?.. Why would you think that he wouldn't want you to live. Malik you have children. tiny children..
They are here without a mother, don't let them be here without a father too.

That will hurt them worse if they lost both of their parents... One of you have to be strong. I couldn't protect jimin but i can make you look at the bigger picture here.

*tears fell and the pain began to come on stronger but i kept the pain at bay as much as I could but it was a small struggle. I watched you move around, and I held my stomach and when you past me i stood up and held your arm* stop.. please... calm down and think about things malik. You're not talking like yourself.. hyung... please... *desperate pleas came on as I felt that dizziness hit me and i shook my head off and still holding your arm.*

i-i... i need to sit... *i told myself hyung.. please... sit... please.. calm down...

Malik's heart dropped as the conversation took a dark turn. He’d felt almost at ease, hopeful even, until he noticed Kai’s silent headshake. The gesture was small, almost imperceptible, but it held a gravity that made Malik’s stomach twist. A dreadful realization crept in, heavy and unshakable, until the truth hit him fully, shattering his heart like glass scattered across cold stone. The wineglass in his hand slipped, nearly falling, as he struggled to process Kai’s words, words that left him hollow and raw.

But then, in a strange shift, Malik steadied himself. A faint, determined smile crossed his lips as he looked up, his eyes dark with an unbreakable resolve. “After everything I’ve been through,” he said, his voice a low murmur laced with conviction, “that witch wouldn’t lie to me. Not now, not after she’s put us both through this.” His gaze grew distant, fixated on some point beyond the room as he spoke. “If she could cast me into hell, if she could test Jimin and me this mercilessly, then she can bring him back. I know it, Kai. I *believe* it.”

He exhaled, his words growing firmer. “Don’t worry. Jimin is coming back—he might even come back tonight. I have to believe that… because if it’s not true, if Jimin isn’t coming back…” He paused, his voice catching for a moment before he continued, steady and sure.

“Then I won’t stay in this world, either.” His tone softened, almost gentle, but the intent was sharp and unwavering. “Jimin is the only reason I remain. If he’s gone, then there’s no Malik. I’d follow him, step into that eternal sleep, find him wherever he is—even if it’s on the other side.” He swallowed, his face momentarily clouded, then serene again. “Darden will have to raise our children without me. But me?” His voice quieted, a sad smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I can’t exist in a world without Jimin.”

Malik’s words hung heavy, final, an oath sworn as much to himself as to Kai. Each syllable echoed with love, despair, and an unyielding promise—one that bound him, heart and soul, to his lost love.

@ｍａｌｉｋ ⁱⁿᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ *it's been many years since i've seen you. 14 years to be exact. The items i'd carried. a picture of jimin, his favorite bag and a scarf he came to grow to like dropped as I thought i'd seen a ghost standing there. I sighed softly and slowly made my way over towards you and i used what i did to rest on the bed*

sorry. But i need this rest. *i said with a deep breath and watched you. My heart went to you of the unknown but it went out as well as you were missing. Why were people coming up missing, was unknown. But you were gone most of all. I looked at my hands and sighed*

My eyes teared and i shook my head wiping my eyes as the tears fell onto my lap. I shook my head as I didn't know what to say. I looked away and seeing the flowers and then the scent of how everything smelled. I covered my nose and wiped my eyes* hyung... jimin is... no longer here. He blamed himself for you disappearing... It got the best of him. I'm sorry...

@Ｎａｒｒａｔｏｒ Malik stood in the dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight casting soft shadows around him as he moved slowly, almost dreamlike, savoring every detail he’d set for Jimin’s return. A faint scent of wine lingered as he swayed, his fingers trailing along the petals of the white roses he’d so carefully arranged. His mind was half-lost in a haze, the gentle pull of inebriation loosening his thoughts, filling him with a bittersweet warmth as he imagined Jimin stepping through the door, finding the home he had lovingly prepared. Malik’s gaze wandered through the room as if searching for Jimin’s presence in the emptiness, his breath slowing as he whispered softly to himself.

His vision blurred slightly, and his voice carried a tender slur. “Jimin… when you come in here, you’ll see that I haven’t forgotten anything. I waited, just like I promised.” Malik’s eyes softened, a quiet laugh escaping his lips as he lifted his glass, almost toasting to the empty room, swaying as he drank, the sweet wine deepening his imaginings.

But then, a sound broke through the quiet—a faint noise, a presence that didn’t belong to his memory. He blinked, swaying slightly, his mind struggling to place it as a name slipped from his lips in a soft murmur. “Kai?”

Malik stopped, almost unsure if he was truly seeing him. “Kai,” he repeated, a touch of surprise coloring his words, “you’re here…” He blinked again, his mind wrestling with the reality of Kai’s presence. The slight fog of intoxication clung to him, making the moment feel surreal, as if he were still alone, still floating through his memories. His voice softened, hesitant, as if afraid the answer might slip away. “Tell me, Kai… is it true? I’ve been told Jimin would be here—my mind, it’s… it’s almost certain of it.”

He took a shaky breath, casting a glance around at the flowers and candlelight, the evidence of his silent hope. “I’ve done all this, waiting for him. And if you’re here… then maybe,” he trailed off, his voice a whisper, as though saying it too loudly might ruin the moment. "Please, Kai. If there’s anything you know, tell me. Am I really waiting here for him, or is this all just some… dream?"

@ｍａｌｉｋ ⁱⁿᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ The time came and kai needed to get some things to switch out from his home. Usually every now and again he would get something from jimin place of living to give to his grave. It just gives him purpose in life of living even if he was no longer there.

Kai made his way to their home and he slowly made his way towards that of the house. He coughs and took the key and opened the door. He went into the door and took a breath. He went inside and grabbed a few items. But noticing the lights and wondering who it could be. But having a feeling of who was here. he followed the scent of sweetness. he followed the scent and pushed open the door. a gasp and wide eyes hit him when he saw who it was* malik?

@ｊｉｍｉｎ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵖʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ The rain poured down as Malik walked, each step slow and heavy as he approached home. The journey back had been long and haunting, every mile etched with the memories of a hell he endured for Jimin. Now, he stood on the edge of a reunion, uncertain if he would find his beloved waiting or if he would walk into an empty house, a quiet reminder of all he had lost. Malik’s heart raced with a mixture of hope and fear, his mind filled with visions of Jimin—his smile, the warmth in his eyes, the gentle way he cared for their family. It was those thoughts that had kept Malik alive, and they were what guided him forward now.

He paused, drenched and tattered from the road, knowing that this appearance was no way to greet his love. With a snap of his fingers, his attire transformed into something clean and elegant, dark fabric that carried a quiet dignity. He then summoned a bouquet of pure white roses—flawless and ethereal, each petal dusted with glimmers of diamond and pearls, their fragrance soft and enveloping. It was a labor of love, a creation of beauty unlike anything he’d crafted before. The white roses, simple and pristine, represented everything he wanted to convey: purity, devotion, and the hope of starting fresh.

As he finally reached the house, he hesitated at the door. The silence was unnerving, the windows dark, and for a moment, he felt a pang of doubt. But he took a breath, steadying himself, and opened the door. He called softly, "Jimin?" His voice was met only with stillness, the emptiness pressing in around him. Malik’s heart sank, yet something nudged him forward. Step by step, he moved through the house, trailing his fingers over familiar surfaces, as memories flooded back, the ache of longing deepening with each step.

Drawn toward the bedroom, he made his way there, his mind swirling with plans to make the space worthy of Jimin’s presence. He arranged white roses throughout the room, their delicate petals glowing softly in the dim light. Malik set a dinner table by the large window that overlooked the shimmering pool, arranging candles and fine crystal glasses. Every detail was meticulously crafted, the warm glow of candlelight casting a soft ambiance, filling the air with a quiet romance.

He poured a glass of sauvignon blanc, savoring the crisp taste, each sip grounding him in the belief that this was all for something. He imagined Jimin’s expression, his gentle smile, his laughter filling the house again. Malik’s hands worked quickly, decorating, setting the table, letting each small task carry the weight of his love and regret. This was a gesture that went beyond words; it was a tribute to everything he felt for Jimin.

Finally, he reached into his pocket, his fingers curling around a small velvet box—a gift he had carried with him through every trial and torment. Inside was a piece of jewelry he had crafted in moments of solitude, each detail a reflection of his love. It was more than just a gift; it was a promise, a testament to his unwavering devotion, something he would give to Jimin when he returned.

Malik took a deep breath, his heart steadying as he placed the bouquet of white roses at the center of the room, a silent offering, his final act of preparation. And then he waited, hoping that when the door opened, it would be Jimin stepping through, ready to see just how deeply he was loved.

@ｍａｌｉｋ ⁱⁿᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ The world grew another 11 years since the time of the darkest moment in one's life. it was time to time kai would bring the flowers and he sat at the grave site. He looked at the name and laid his head on the side of the stone while sitting on the side, since the standing wasn't much of an option right now*

we all miss you. *he closed his eyes and then looked at the stone* I don't know when. But you will be back... Some day. In another life.. Jimin. I'm sure of it. *says and open my eyes. I looked around and pulling at my back* it hurts. so much. *says and slowly makes my way to the car. I sighed shakily and walked on getting into the car* alright. come on. lets go home. *says and let the driver go on and i lean back resting*

@Ｎａｒｒａｔｏｒ Malik’s mind, anchored firmly on Jimin, drifted through the endless torment of his prison, a sea of indulgence and depravity he refused to lose himself to. The faces around him blurred; the heaving bodies beneath him faded into insignificance. All that mattered was the thought of Jimin—the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the warmth of his voice, the love he showed to their children. Malik held on to these fragments, carving out a paradise in his mind amidst the hell, forgetting entirely the chains of his captivity. Years stretched on, yet he clung to the image of his beloved with unyielding focus. In that hell, he discovered a part of himself that he had never known: control. And somehow, in that control, the torment had lessened, the prison a hollow whisper.

When the witch appeared, her presence jolted him from his meditative state, her expression oddly smug, her tone low and conniving. She moved with a slight, unnerving grace, her demeanor reminding him of Glorificus. “I see you’ve transcended your usual desires, Malik,” she purred, her voice carrying a weight of mystery. “Did you really think my purpose was mere abuse? We do have our missions, my dear. The Dynasty of the Damned is full of cracks—Taemin, Darden, even you. Your family has problems that no simple banishment can fix.”

Malik’s gaze remained locked on her, silently assessing, his patience worn thin from years of this bizarre game. She continued, undeterred, her words probing deeper. “Darden, like you, has found his peace. Shadows comfort him, a place he’s been learning to master. And Taemin, though he endured, has returned to Kai with something more—strengthened, purified by his suffering. Our methods may be harsh, Malik, but they bring forth parts of you that were hidden, powers left unused.”

The witch studied him, her smile faint, almost amused. “Jimin has fulfilled his part of the bargain, and you have endured yours, proving an unbreakable faith in your love. You’ve shown restraint I did not expect, and your time here has proven you capable of resisting what would break most.” She stepped back, her words softening, yet with an edge. “Remember this discipline the next time Glorificus tests you. The control you found here is not just in your mind—it’s within your power. This love you hold for Jimin is far stronger than any temptation. Let it guide you.”

A spark lit in Malik’s eyes at the mention of Jimin, his heart surging. “So… Jimin is alive?” he breathed, his voice taut, barely containing his relief.

The witch’s gaze softened slightly, but her words stung like daggers. “Alive, yes, but burdened by the suffering of these seven years—two days for you, Malik, but eternity for him.” Her voice held an icy calm. “Prepare yourself, for your reunion will be bittersweet, but healing as well. Gather yourself, Demon King. Your strength has grown, as has your love. Your brothers Taemin and Darden will join you in leaving this place, and I return you to the Dynasty of the Damned as a new man.”

She turned to go, her voice lingering in the air, loaded with secrets. “By the way, congratulations are in order. The child you and Darden share—an extraordinary being. He’s been kept a secret for these long years, but that time is ending. The gaps within your family’s unity, the hidden turmoil—all of this connects to you, to Darden, and to the legacy you’ve yet to fulfill.”

Malik could feel the weight of her words settle into his core, each revelation pulsing through him like a heartbeat. He closed his eyes, steeling himself, and when he opened them again, he was ready. He would return to his family, to Jimin, and face whatever lay ahead. This time, with strength he had earned, a heart that had weathered hell, and a love that had proven to be as unbreakable as he was.

@ｍａｌｉｋ ⁱⁿᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ It's been a good long seven years and everything seem to change, and everything seemed to not go the way jimin needed it to go. Within such seven years time, a soul was lost. Taking things too personal on having guilt. At first comfort in his cousin kai to keep themselves at bay were brought to life a good year or two.

The two confided in each other. Keeping each other company. But when kai started to get sick, jimin visited less and less. He couldn't keep himself to go there to add in more burdens to the other. With him being pregnant. He was visited by a witch in his dream. She knew a way for him to have peace. when he had awaken, he went to her. She promised him he would be at peace and he would be one with his lover.

Jimin had believed her and took all actions. He was willing to try anything. All options would fail and he needed to be with the other. Jimin let the guilt consume him, or what he thought was his fault on why the other left without warning. He was pregnant and he told the other to make sure the babies were safe. the witch vowed to that and gave him the bottle* who is it you desire to keep them? *he spoke the word of kai. before he took the bottle. the witch nod her head and told the other to drink the potion on the day of his disappearence in order to be reunited. Jimin did just that and thus ending all pain for good.

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It's been four years since this happened and the result of the punishment of malik.

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@ｊｉｍｉｎ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵖʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ the elder was there within a moment he couldn't stop the fall fully he made it to his knees but Malik made it where he would not fall and hurt the babies / love what are you doing no one told you to get out of bed you wear sleeping and and you were making cute faces so you were not hurting I thought to wake you up and pleasure you with early morning mating but here you are off to the races lay you y down and let me rub you with oil and give you a happy ending and make you a nice early morning breakfast so we can do adorable husband things like watch the sunrise together / he helped the younger up / hmm I thought about it but then I thought you might just cut off my so nope

@ｍａｌｉｋ ⁱⁿᶜᶜᵘᵇᵘˢ *i felt the way that you woke me up and i tilted my head and looked at you and rubbing my eyes i sit up and see it was you. malik* oh dear me. i thought i was still dreaming. and i thought you were darden. I was going to smack you and asked why darden was here in this room* it seems like it's later then late. what you mean morning? *yawns and walks out the bed and drops to the floor in a bit of pain. i fell to my knees. my fire eyes glared up at you* did you do anything while i was sleeping?