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Blue flames surrounded him, embracing his body like a cloak. The gentle warmth of the flames caressed his cheeks, as if wanting to comfort him. To wipe away his tears.

If Yoongi just closed his eyes, he could pretend it was the caresses of his beloved.

But he couldn't look away from the piece of rock placed upright, marking the grave of Seok Hansung.

"I'm sorry my love."

Thunder flashed in the sky, illuminating the grave.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

And with him, the heavens cried.